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Zhao Hao and the fat man exchanged a glance, then pretended to admire the scenery: Let's give this glorious opportunity to someone else!

Colt realized that these two were truly determined to make their move without seeing any results.

He couldn't really wait for other branches to send people to support him.

First of all, other places are also short-staffed, so we have to do our own work ourselves.

Besides, even if someone is sent over, it will take a day or two for them to arrive. These things can't be delayed; many accidents are caused by procrastination.

Besides, even if he manages to handle this incident successfully with outside help, he won't benefit from it. He'll definitely be ridiculed by other branch office heads, his superior will have objections, and there's also internal competition.

The Liberty City Precinct is the largest precinct on the East Coast, and its factional divisions are complex, with intense internal competition.

Colt could only say in the end, "Alright, I understand. I'll give you the highest level bounty for this operation and grant you access to the warehouse, okay?"

The fat man immediately bowed and scraped: "Boss, I'd like to apply for a little cricket!"

Zhao Hao, with an air of righteous indignation, said, "The bounty doesn't matter; my main goal is to rid the people of this scourge!"

Zhao Hao and his two companions donned the Mysterious Bureau's high-tech psionic equipment and crawled into the tunnel.

Upon reaching the bottom of the cave, Zhao Hao's barrier was vibrating and glowing intensely, constantly being attacked by the undead. It looked like it could only hold out for another hour or so.

Behind the barrier was a long row of paper figures, each covered with yellow talismans.

Zhao Hao said, "These souls aren't a big problem, just a lot of them. It can be cleared away in time. But as far as I know, there seems to be some kind of archbishop in this cave, who might be a high-ranking member of the Society of Ten Thousand Deaths!"

Colt waved his hand dismissively: "Impossible! All the high-ranking members of the Society of Ten Thousand Deaths are dead. I know that perfectly well. Besides, the Society of Ten Thousand Deaths doesn't even have an archbishop title. It's probably just some low-level underlings making it up on their own, just to pretend to be an archbishop."

Before coming down, Colt had already mobilized people to check the information. It turned out that the cemetery here was built more than ninety years ago, and the caves would be even older.

Only in turbulent times could dozens of suicides in such a place go undetected. And it's been hidden until now…

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Chapter 216 The Undying Archbishop

With a "bang," a ball of fire exploded, dispersing the numerous undead souls blocking the barrier. The three seized the opportunity to rush out.

The fat man took the lead, acting as a human shield in front, wielding both a tortoise shell box and a ghost-slaying golden mace.

He was hesitant to use the yellow gourd at his waist, fearing that a single burst of fire would deplete the oxygen supply, causing the three of them to suffocate and die on the ground.

Behind him was Colt, wielding a specially made psionic revolver, also using both hands.

It has to be said that the Mystic Bureau is already at the forefront in terms of psionic firearms. His two specially made psionic revolvers are extremely powerful, can be loaded with special ammunition, and can trigger special effects, etc.

Often, a fat man couldn't kill a ghost with two shots, but Colt could finish it off with one shot.

At the very back is the "weak" Zhao Hao, surrounded by more than a dozen paper figures.

Zhao Hao used a barrier to separate the souls of the dead, preventing them from surging towards the three of them from mid-air like a tidal wave.

It's important to know that one of the most common ways a ghost attacks is by passing through the body, instantly taking away a certain amount of heat and life force.

So many dead souls rushing towards a confined space could kill a person in an instant!

Even if a superhuman has psychic powers to resist, they still can't withstand that much.

Zhao Hao even pretended to throw a few talismans to repel the more ferocious and powerful undead, pretending to be a full-time support mage.

After fighting for a while, the three of them killed several of the undead and their teamwork improved, so they began to advance.

When the dead realized that a direct assault wouldn't work, a few of them, still retaining their cunning nature, launched surprise attacks from the stone walls, the sky, and the ground.

This caused considerable trouble for the three of them, as ghosts would often reach out from underground to grab their ankles, then let go, thus depleting their spiritual energy.

Left with no other choice, Zhao Hao had to also act as an observer, watching the movements of the dead souls through the ground before striking them dead.

After traveling for more than ten minutes, another ten or so ghosts died, and the remaining ones were even more cunning and difficult to deal with.

However, the three of them arrived at a large hall.

The previous passageways were just simple artificial repairs, but this hall clearly shows signs of excavation.

There are even some relief carvings on the surrounding stone walls, and there is something that looks like a shrine directly opposite, but it is not clear what is being worshipped there. It looks like a ball.

Beneath the shrine, a large area contained hundreds of skeletons lying prostrate on the ground, already somewhat decayed and brittle, indicating that they had died at least a hundred years ago.

These must be the remains of those lost souls. They died here, and their souls could not enter the underworld. Instead, they were constantly strengthened by the yin energy, gradually losing their spirituality and becoming vengeful spirits.

Once inside the hall, the spirits scattered in an instant, some disappearing into the sky, others into the earth, all fleeing in a flash.

The three stood back to back on guard, unaware of the nature of those wandering spirits.

Zhao Hao was very curious about what was enshrined in the shrine, so he asked, "Colt, do you know what god the Wanwang Society worships? The god of death? Or some kind of evil god? Is it that spherical thing?"

Colt glanced at the object in the shrine that resembled a large stone sphere and said, "That's right, that's the being worshipped by the Society of Ten Thousand Deaths. I don't know what it is, but it's definitely not the God of Death, not the God of Death from any civilization or pantheon, nor any kind of ghost god. Heaven knows what they worship."

Colt came from a distinguished family and worked as an errand boy for the Bureau of Mysteries when it was first established at the initiative of the United Nations World Defense Organization.

You could say that at eighteen, I stood like a lackey.

He was involved in the Mysterious Bureau's campaign to eradicate the Wanwang Society, and he was involved in the deployment of their strongholds within Amei. Although they were only a few kilometers away, he was still an insider.

The three approached the shrine, and Colt carefully examined the objects on it, as well as the other furnishings. Over time, some of them had become difficult to discern.

The fat man suddenly squatted down, pinched a handful of soil, rolled it around, and even brought it to his nose to smell it.

Zhao Hao thought to himself, "Could it be that the tomb raiders smelled something amiss with the earthy scent?"

The fat man said, "No wonder the souls here can't leave. That little ghost clearly left the cave for some reason, but he still can't leave the house. He even had his own rites performed to help him pass on, but he was pulled back from the underworld halfway through!"

Zhao Hao asked, "Why?"

"Look at this soil?"

Zhao Hao glanced at the sticky black soil: "Is the black soil layer very fertile?"

"Fat my foot! This soil can grow crops, it's hell soil!"

Hades? !

The term "underworld" describes the entire underworld, hell, and netherworld. And this soil was taken from the underworld!

It's no easy feat to delve into the underworld and retrieve soil! Only the Wanwang Society back then could accomplish something like this; most organizations couldn't do it.

Upon hearing the word "underworld," Colt suddenly had a flash of inspiration. "I understand! It's a kind of immortality ritual used by the Society of Ten Thousand Deaths! The Society of Ten Thousand Deaths has many factions, and their views and paths are often contradictory. The mainstream top-level view is that death is unstoppable and is the highest form of existence. So, the only thing one can say is to embrace death with equanimity."

"But some extraordinary individuals join the Society of Ten Thousand Deaths in order to transcend death and achieve immortality! This is a minor faction, and it is bound to be suppressed. They spread underworld soil on the ground for rituals to simulate an underworld in the real world, thereby deceiving the rules of death..."

As Colt was speaking, suddenly a huge horde of ghosts rushed towards them from all directions, wailing. Their force was ten times stronger than before!

What was just now like a spontaneous free purchase, now it's more like being forced to charge while being gunned down from behind by machine gun fire! They don't care about living or dying at all!

One person who is reckless can be stopped by ten. A thousand people who are reckless can roam the world freely.

What were those seventy or eighty reckless souls like?!

The fat man activated his cultivation technique immediately, his entire body radiating a soft white light. Although he appeared fair and delicate, he was as solid as an impenetrable wall. Souls that collided with him were not only not penetrated, but were simply flung far away.

He blocked the largest number of dead souls, standing firm like a coastal reef.

Colt's psionic technology equipment, emitting sharp beeps and alarms, was on the verge of collapse after blocking all the attacks and bites from the undead. He fired repeatedly, like a gunfight, the deafening gunshots echoing in all directions throughout the underground space.

Zhao Hao, who was at the very back, only faced a few scattered spirits, and with paper figures blocking his way, he had an easier time.

But just then, a withered, decaying ghost suddenly appeared behind him. It emitted black smoke, and the air temperature dropped by several degrees Celsius upon its appearance, even forming frost. The five or six paper figures behind Zhao Hao turned into scraps without any resistance.

Zhao Hao felt as if he had suddenly fallen into an ice cave, his muscles tensing reflexively, making him almost unable to move. The two talismans he was wearing burned to ashes in an instant, offering almost no delay.

The vengeful spirit behind him was none other than the archbishop, the very person who presided over the ceremony and incited these people to commit suicide. He was a powerful vengeful spirit of the Black Iron 4-star level!

It had been observing the three people from the beginning and finally decided to use Zhao Hao, the functional support personnel, as the breakthrough point.

This person has the weakest combat ability; once he gets close, he might not even be able to fight back. If one of the three dies, their fighting strength will plummet instantly…

The archbishop had planned it perfectly. He opened his mouth, which was like a black hole, and took a deep breath into the back of Zhao Hao's head.

It devours the souls of extraordinary beings! Nothing is more nourishing than the soul of the extraordinary being Yun Hai Psionic!

Then, in the next instant, a golden psionic handprint, several times larger than a pot lid, slammed directly onto the archbishop, spanning more than ten meters, and slammed him into the rock wall, leaving a handprint more than ten centimeters deep!

【Vajra Palm of the Dharma Master】!

The next second, Zhao Hao had already jumped into the air and drawn the Dragon Slayer Blade. A blade aura more than three meters long slashed down, leaving a crack several meters deep in the rock wall. The archbishop, who had not yet pried himself out of the rock wall, vanished in two without uttering a sound.

"Holy crap! What's going on?" The fat man and Colt were both startled.

Colt: Is this how you play support?!

Zhao Hao winked at the two of them and said, "I only have this one attack ability. It just so happens to have run into me." As he spoke, the Dragon Slayer Blade in his hand dissipated, his spiritual energy thinned, and his body swayed precariously, as if he were in a weakened state after going berserk.

The next second, a pair of black hands reached out from the ground and grabbed his feet.

Then, a milky-white, activated dragon tendon flew out from Zhao Hao's sleeve, instantly wrapping around the two ghost claws and pulling them out... With a single slash, Zhao Hao killed the archbishop in mid-air once again.

"He's not dead yet, be careful!" Zhao Hao shouted.

Just now, Zhao Hao winked at the two of them and then verbally coaxed them by saying that he was a three-second man, only lasting for a moment.

The archbishop believed him and immediately launched a second sneak attack to get revenge, only to be outmaneuvered by the old silver coin once again.

But what exactly is going on with this archbishop?

Even though it was already killed and its psionic energy dissipated, how could it still revive?

If Zhao Hao hadn't failed to receive the Fate Point, he wouldn't have even suspected that the other party was still alive!

“It’s a ritual! An immortality ritual! Destroy this ritual!” Colt shouted.

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Chapter 217 Scraping the Ground Three Feet Deep!

"How do you break the ritual? How do you break the ritual?" the fat man asked hastily while waving his hammer.

Colt fired several shots, yelling, "I don't know!"

Zhao Hao: "Don't you know why you're yelling so loudly?"

It seems that Colt's threat to disrupt the ceremony angered the archbishop.

Although it was killed twice and dared not attack in its true form, it could still command the dead souls.