I slay evil in the Department of the Supernatural

Chapter 126-125: The Gates of Hell! The Madness on the Federation's Side (Bonus Chapter for Alliance Leader Rabbit)

"This is......?"

Seeing the token emanating a cold, underground aura beneath the shield, Xu Lindong frowned. He did not rashly get up, but instead continued to suppress it with his own extraordinary power as a gatekeeper.

"What's wrong?"

Pan Chao, who was holding the Soul-Suppressing Pot, had been slightly relaxed, but upon seeing this, he immediately became vigilant again.

Ignoring the blood flowing from his face through his seven orifices, he stepped forward to inquire.

There is something...

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Xu Lindong slowly reached out, his palm covered with golden-red extraordinary power, and the character "Qin" appeared in his palm, like a gate, filled with a suppressive power, and he grabbed the dark metal token on the ground.

"This is... a ghost? The extraordinary power on this token is so clear."

Pan Chao immediately recognized the words on the token, his expression turning serious. "This is the first time I've encountered a wandering spirit carrying extraordinary items. Could it be that this wandering spirit has become so strong because of this token?"

Xu Lindong examined the token and noticed a strange pattern on the back that resembled both pictures and words.

It looks like tadpole script, or a group of ghosts dancing wildly, making people dizzy at first glance and immediately afraid to look at it for long.

"Could the writing on the back of this token be the legendary script of the underworld? What does it record?"

The thought flashed through Xu Lindong's mind. He made up his mind, looked at Pan Chao and said, "You can take the wandering soul away. I'll take this token back to report."

His words completely shut down the words that Pan Chao was about to say.

Upon hearing this, Pan Chao was taken aback, hesitated for a moment, then nodded and smiled, "Okay!"

He had just witnessed Xu Lindong's strength, and indeed, his reputation was well-deserved. It was laughable that he had underestimated him before.

Just now, Xu Lindong was directly confronting the wandering spirit; he was merely assisting from the sidelines.

Now that the wandering soul has been imprisoned in the Soul-Suppressing Pot and taken back by him, and the other party wants to take the token to hand over, he naturally has no reason to object, nor does he have the strength to object.

Otherwise, that would be too greedy, trying to take all the credit.

Of course, he could also see that this token was definitely more important than the imprisoned wandering soul, and might be the key to the wandering soul's imminent promotion to a ghost messenger.

But this thing was supposed to be handed over anyway, and it's a genuine item, so it's not needed.

Ultimately, the credit that ends up in the hands of these executives is the most reliable.

At this moment, Xu Lindong had already walked towards Ding Jian, who was lying on the ground.

Ever since the wandering soul was severed from Ding Jian's body, Ding Jian has been lying motionless on the ground, somewhat like a corpse.

But given the unique vitality of zombies, they shouldn't have died so quickly.

"Ding Jian!"

Xu Lindong planted the shield in the ground, used one hand to suppress the token, and the other hand to help Ding Jian up.

Seeing that his eyes were closed and his breathing was weak, he couldn't help but frown.

"Seriously injured? Ding Jian, wake up! If you don't wake up soon, Miss Duan will run off with someone else..."

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Upon hearing the words "Miss Duan," Ding Jian's eyelids twitched slightly, as if he had just escaped death. He struggled to open his eyes a crack, his dry, cracked lips barely moving as he uttered a few broken syllables: "I—fa—brother—."

His voice was intermittent and hoarse, like the last bit of air leaking from a broken bellows.

"Are you alright?" Xu Lindong smiled when he saw him open his eyes.

Ding Jian's chest heaved slightly, as if he were being held back by his last breath.

He forced a smile, a pained smile etched on his pale face: "Brother—I—joined the supernatural for two years—and only just learned to speak—."

He paused for a moment, his Adam's apple bobbing, and continued, "But—but after more than twenty years—I still haven't learned to shut up—"

Upon hearing this, Xu Lindong recalled Ding Jian's usual boisterous manner and compared it to Lin Xiao, who was much more shrewd than his peer. His expression turned strange, and he swallowed back the words he was about to say.

Ding Jian let out a long, stale breath, his face drained of color, turning ashen and pale. He urged weakly, "What do you want to say? Speak quickly—I'm—dying!"

Xu Lindong sighed softly and said, "I think you haven't learned how to speak properly in the past two years."

Ding Jian's eyes widened suddenly, and he forced out a low curse through clenched teeth: "My hair!"

The light in his eyes suddenly faded, his eyelids slowly closed, and his last breath was completely gone.

"He...he's dead?"

Xiao Mufeng came closer, his expression one of sympathy and pity.

This sentimental junior schoolmate was heartbroken again, grieving the loss of a comrade-in-arms.

Xu Lindong shook his head, laid Ding Jian's cold, stiff body flat, and stood up, saying, "He's not going to die yet."

"What do you mean?" Xiao Mufeng asked in surprise.

Tang Lei wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and walked over, saying, "Zombies are inherently dead things, with a heavy aura of death. Unless their heart meridian is shattered, it is difficult for them to truly die."

Xu Lindong nodded and said, "But the situation is still not optimistic."

He must awaken on his own within seven days, during which time he must also withstand the backlash from the corpse's heart.

If he doesn't wake up within seven days, even if he does wake up later, he will be on the verge of a superhuman backlash and will have to retreat to the second line of logistics.

He changed the subject slightly, his tone revealing a hint of sternness: "But if you can wake up within seven days, it will be a blessing in disguise. With most of your corpse heart dissolved, your strength will surely increase dramatically."

This is the "Seven-Day Hell Gate Challenge" in the zombie sequence—dangerous yet containing opportunities, a life-or-death struggle.

"So that's how it is..." Xiao Mufeng nodded.

At this moment, Pan Chao had already directed his team members to lift Ding Jian up, preparing to send him back to the company for treatment.

By relying on the spiritual intervention and breath control of the head of the law-ordering pavilion, one can also increase the chances of passing through the gates of hell.

The other team members were initially confused, but after hearing the explanation, they all looked astonished.

No one expected that this wandering spirit would possess Ding Jian, the person least likely to be possessed.

It's likely that just yesterday, when everyone activated the disposable supernatural object to force him to reveal himself, the wandering spirit took advantage of the chaos to sneak into Ding Jian's body, completing a perfect escape.

No wonder a thorough investigation of all factory employees failed to uncover it; it turned out that this wandering spirit had secretly tricked them.

Even wandering spirits can be so cunning; it sends chills down one's spine.

"How are your injuries?" Xu Lindong asked, looking at Pan Chao, whose face still had some bloodstains.

Pan Chao casually wiped the blood from his face and shook his head, saying, "It's nothing serious. I can treat it myself later. It's normal for blood vessels to burst when we humans unleash extraordinary power through the human path."

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Xu Lindong nodded. "Now that everything here is settled, we can call it a day."

"Okay! Let's go and say hello to the factory manager and tell him that the wandering spirit has been dealt with. Thank you for your help this time."

Pan Chao nodded.

"It's all part of their respective duties."

Xu Lindong shook his head, turned to look at Li Yunfan and his teammates, and said, "Let's pack up and prepare to return to the company."

A dozen minutes later, amidst the grateful farewells of the factory leaders, Xu Lindong and his entourage boarded the special service vehicle and departed.

Inside the car, Li Yunfan held the door god talisman and carefully checked himself to make sure he wasn't possessed by any wandering spirits. He breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Xu Lindong, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, with admiration.

"Dong... uh, Captain, you were too awesome this time. We haven't even done anything yet, and you've already taken down the wandering soul. It feels like you carried us to victory without us even having to lift a finger."

Xia Ping, Ning Che, and Wang Shuo, who were standing to the side, all nodded in agreement.

The two newcomers, Xia and Ning, were particularly anxious and fearful, as if facing a formidable enemy.

In the end, the mission was over after just a short walk around the factory.

This achievement is too easy to obtain, or rather, following the captain, getting all the benefits is just too easy.

Xu Lindong said calmly, "It's already good that our team handled a supernatural incident without any casualties. Do you want to be in danger like Ding Jian?"

He paused briefly, then continued, "It's my skill to carry you to victory. Whether you think it's luck or not, the important thing is that everyone is safe and sound."

These words made Wang Shuo and the others nod in agreement, truly feeling the captain's sense of responsibility and magnanimity.

Indeed, every mission carries the risk of casualties.

As teammates, being able to return safely is the greatest fortune.

"The captain is right!"

Tang Lei, who was driving, smiled; he was now truly convinced of Xu Lindong's abilities.

"Tang Lei and Xiao Mufeng both performed well in this incident, demonstrating strong combat adaptability. Although this was the result of me only selecting the two of them, it proves that my choice was correct."

Xu Lindong gave his evaluation and then announced, "For their meritorious service in this mission, they are both rated as outstanding. What do you think?"

"Of course I have no objection!"

"The captain's word is law!"

"Long live the captain!"

Xiao Mufeng, sitting in the back row, happily raised his hand, his dimples gleaming in a smile.

If Xu Lindong hadn't been sitting in front of her, she really wanted to give him a hug.

Xu Lindong shook his head and smiled, then his expression turned solemn as he looked at the black token in his hand that was still suppressed by the power of the gate gods.

He could feel a faint restlessness emanating from the Tower of Babel at his neck.

This thing is probably not simple; it must be handed over according to the procedure.

But before submitting it—perhaps we can first take it into the Tower of Babel for some research.

Perhaps, it will greatly benefit his cultivation of the zombie power through the underground path.

At this time, in the Federation, in the city of Saldo.

This city is like a colorful and varied oil painting.

On the street, Gothic spires stand side by side with South Asian-style golden pagodas, and Baroque relief walls reflect the dim yellow lanterns of Chinese-style archways.

The area was bustling with people. Blonde-haired, blue-eyed merchants, wrapped in thick woolen coats, hurried by, while brown-skinned stall owners with cloth on their heads loudly hawked their spices.

The air was filled with a complex mix of aromas from coffee, butter, and incense.

The roar of the modified engines clashed against each other in the narrow alleyway.

In the city center, a gray-white stone church stands quietly.

Inside the stained glass window, light and shadow play softly, and candlelight flickers before the icon.

A man wearing a black trench coat and with a dark blue snake tattooed behind his ear strode through the corridor and stopped in front of the confessional. He lowered his voice and reported inside: "Father, something has happened at the Compassion Welfare Society."

Eugene, along with his henchmen "Hyena" and "Grey Weasel," were all killed.

According to intelligence from their informants, they don't seem to be officials from the Bureau of Supernatural Affairs, but rather—supernatural beings from the Eastern "underground tunnel" corpse-driving lineage who walk in the shadows.

Inside the confessional, an elderly man dressed in a pristine white priestly robe slowly raised his eyes.

He had a lean face, his silver hair was neatly combed, and his fingers were gently caressing a cross pendant set with a ruby.

"Eugene—that playboy from the Kerman family?"

The old man's voice was flat and emotionless. "Disputes involving lower sequences can be left to the purification team to handle."

Even if he is a direct descendant of the Kerman family, he's not worth my time to worry about now.

"Yes."

The man in the trench coat bowed his head in response and quietly retreated.

The old man sat quietly for a moment, and then received a message on his communicator.

He stared for a long time, sighed softly, and his expression gradually became full of determination and fervor. He then got up and walked towards the depths of the church.

He passed through a hidden oak door and descended the spiral stone steps. The air gradually became damp and heavy, mixed with incense and a strange, fishy smell.

At the end of the stairs lies a very spacious underground space.

It's more like a hollowed-out temple nestled in the mountainside.

The dome hangs high, the rock walls are covered with intricate and twisted runes, and dark blue crystals are embedded in the cracks, emitting a cold, faint light.

At this moment, dozens of figures were already prostrate in the center of the hall.

They were dressed in robes of different styles, including black-robed monks, armored warriors, and even an old man wearing a red bishop's robe and a tall crown.

Everyone was now facing a huge, rugged stone platform deep inside, resembling both an altar and a doorway, their postures devout and fervent.

The elderly man in white walked to the front row and bowed his head along with the other kneeling people, displaying a humble posture as he reported to the leader.

"Great Savior, your loyal servant reports to you that the corpse raiser from the Xia Kingdom failed to arrive at the border at the agreed time, and it is very likely that he has been intercepted."

Not long after, a deep, hoarse voice echoed from the depths of the stone platform, reverberating in the empty room: "Xia Kingdom—you've gone too far."

They robbed me of my only hope for advancement and killed many of my allies—since the Xia Kingdom is unwilling to give our Holy Society any way out—

The voice paused for a moment, then abruptly shifted to a resolute, almost roaring vibration: "Then we need no more reservations! Open the sacred passage and welcome the divine descent from all corners of the world. May that aged god of Xia be prepared to receive all this divine blessing!"

"Welcome the Holy Spirit!!!"

Inside the basement, all the crawling men roared in unison, their eyes blazing with an almost manic, intense light. The sound waves crashed against the rock walls, creating echoes.

The next moment, the white-robed elder and the cardinal simultaneously pressed their hands onto the huge magic circle nodes carved into the ground.

A deep blue light surged from their palms, spreading rapidly along the rune veins and instantly illuminating the entire underground chamber!

Rumble!!

The earth trembled violently, as if a giant beast were turning over underground.

In the center of the altar, a bottomless, pitch-black crack suddenly appeared.

Thick, almost tangible darkness erupted forth, interspersed with sharp, inhuman howls and scraping sounds.

Immediately afterwards, terrifying supernatural energy erupted from the crack like a tsunami.

That energy was absolutely beyond human control, filled with chaos, violence, and the most primal desire to devour.

"roar!!!"

The first monster charged out.

It looked more like a giant cobbled together from countless limbs and bits of flesh, its body oozing thick, dark yellow pus.

The three heads turned simultaneously, and six scarlet eyes instantly locked onto the nearest kneeling figure. The massive maw, filled with fangs, opened wide and swallowed the person whole, the muffled sound of bones shattering making one's teeth ache.

However, all the kneeling figures around them remained motionless, seemingly ignoring the monsters, their expressions still fanatical.

But this is just the beginning.

The crack widened wildly, and more twisted figures rushed out one after another.

There was a gaunt ghost covered in bone spurs, crawling like a lizard.

There are rotting flying skulls suspended in mid-air, emitting sharp, spiritual shrieks.

There was a rolling, fleshy ball made up of countless eyeballs—

As soon as they are born, they pounce on everything around them, tearing and devouring all living things they see, and blood and severed limbs are splattered all over the rock walls in an instant.

At the heart of this chaotic dance of demons, deep within the rift, an exceptionally large figure, its body shimmering with a mercury-like luster, slowly rose to its feet.

It was a metal giant that was over fifteen meters tall.

It seemed to be cast from molten silver, its surface shimmering with runes, and every step it took caused the ground to crack.

He held a ferocious giant axe in his hand, almost as tall as himself. The axe blade gleamed coldly, and the wind pressure generated by its swing alone sent rocks flying everywhere.

"Thump! Thump!"

The giant stepped out of the rift, his scarlet eyes scanning the chaotic underground chamber, and uttered a strange word that roughly meant "As you wish!"

Finally, his gaze settled on the rock formations above him.

With a soul-shaking roar, the giant axe was raised high, carrying the terrifying power to split mountains and cleave peaks, and slashed down fiercely at the thick stone wall and soil layer above and to the side.

Boom!

The axe flashed like a cascading silver river, easily slicing and tearing apart the foundation rock, soil, and even parts of the building structure beneath the church, as if they were made of paper!

A series of deafening crashes echoed from above, and dust and debris rained down like a storm.

But more often, there were screams of terror and despair erupting from the streets outside.

At that moment, regardless of skin color or race, everyone trembled with fear after the cracks opened beneath the church.