Unspeakable bubbles

After some deliberation, Nakamura decided to make a strategic retreat.

Just then, a paper crane flew in through the slightly ajar door.

Then, the office door was kicked open.

Guarded by two newly summoned puppets, Maekawa Kazuto warily watched the enemy before him.

"How did you find this place so quickly?" the monster suddenly spoke in human language.

The humans showed no surprise at this; it wasn't strange that a chaotic creature could speak human language.

Despite the fact that in the Federation's propaganda, the Chaos Creatures are portrayed as a group of ferocious beasts without intelligence.

But anyone who knows even a little bit of the inside story wouldn't think that way.

"You are Professor Nakamura?"

Kazuto had seen Nakamura's photo before coming to this school. Looking at the miniature version of Nakamura, he asked somewhat hesitantly.

“I think that was my name before, you can call me that.”

The little man let out a strange laugh, "Quack!"

It suddenly stuck out its long tongue and scooped up the origami cranes flying in mid-air into its mouth.

"You found me with this little gadget, didn't you? Well then, goodbye."

Nakamura instantly activated his mist transformation, his body disintegrating into a mist that moved outwards in a trajectory invisible to the naked eye.

"Atomization?"

Kazuto Maekawa tore apart the scroll hidden in his sleeve, and a shrill shriek emanated from him, spreading out in ripples.

The next moment, Nakamura's disheveled figure appeared in front of the window.

He seemed unaffected, and sneered, "I have plenty of 'trinkets' to play with you."

Despite his boastful words, he harbored many doubts in his heart.

'Is it really the origin?'

It has to be said that this monster's performance was really poor.

I was prepared to fight to the death, but how could I have made this 'A-rank' monster so miserable after just one 'Howl of the Underworld'?

"Wait, wait a minute, let's talk this out!"

Nakamura suddenly raised his hands, "What do you want? I know this place very well, I can definitely help."

Under the strange gaze of the man, Nakamura gave him a fawning smile.

"I will cooperate, so let's all stop fighting."

"Are you truly the center of the fog, the ruler of this fog zone?" Kazuto couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, it's me."

"Sir, you are, um, Qiqiao Workshop?"

Looking at the four large characters engraved on Maekawa Kazuto's treasure chest, Nakamura felt a sense of familiarity.

"Qiqiao Workshop, I vaguely remember it, it must be an amazing organization."

It desperately tries to build rapport with people: "I have definitely had dealings with your organization before."

"..."

After hearing these words, Kazuto finally realized that the monster in front of him could not possibly be an A-level dangerous species.

It doesn't seem to feel any threat to its own life, and it even acts so cowardly. Compared to that bear monster, this guy is nowhere near as good.

He opened the treasure chest and found an empty bottle.

"Actually, if you had stopped talking nonsense and had focused on escaping, you could have bought some time."

The dwarf's face contorted instantly, and without thinking, it activated its atomization once more.

"receive!"

This was the moment that Maekawa Kazuto had been waiting for. He quickly pulled out the cork and pointed the bottle opening at the spot where Nakamura had just been standing.

The bottle suddenly generated a suction force, continuously absorbing the mist.

A blurry human face appeared in the bottle in a short while.

After waiting another three minutes, we put the cork back on.

"That's it." He shook the bottle, and inside was a clear, misty human face—it was Nakamura.

"It is inherently weak in attack, can manipulate the resurrected, and possesses the ability to vaporize."

"Overall rating: C+. Well, considering the home advantage and considerable intelligence, the risk level can be considered B."

After rating this thing, He Ren added in his mind, "At the same time, it is also a good material for making mysterious items."

"Wait, I still have a use for you, let me out!" A faint voice came through the bottle.

"Oh, right, there's another impressive guy at this school."

"I've never actually fought her, but she's definitely no ordinary person."

"Let me out, and I can control the resurrected to help you."

Before it could finish speaking, someone shoved the bottle into the treasure chest.

"I don't have time to listen to your nonsense... But, are there still monsters?"

After pondering for a while, he decided to continue his patrol of the campus.

Firstly, to see if there were any survivors, and secondly, to completely eliminate the hidden dangers at the school.

Since Nakamura was sealed away, the fog in the school has begun to dissipate.

He knew those survivors would soon return to death, and he didn't want any other monsters to escape from the school and cause panic in society.

Kazuto's expression suddenly changed; he clearly heard the sound of the sealed bottle shattering.

He decisively threw the treasure chest forward, and the next moment, the treasure chest exploded, and a thick book flew out.

"The Bloody Canon!"

The scripture that Matthew handed to Nakamura had completely shed its disguise; it fluttered in the air, emitting an ominous red glow.

On the cover, a pained human face is contorted in agony.

At that moment, a young voice came from the scripture: "Alas, Professor, rather than let you be taken back by others as disposable material, I would rather end your life here."

"The mastermind has emerged?"

He stepped back and used the two puppets to block his way.

"As for being the mastermind behind everything, I didn't do anything except give out this holy book."

"what!!!"

The distorted face let out a final scream before disappearing completely.

"Once they fail, they lose their usefulness; that's typical of Tantric Buddhism," Kazuto said in a deep voice.

"Well, people really have a lot of prejudice against us."

"Although it inherited most of Nakamura's personality, it is essentially a chaotic being. Do you expect me to talk about morality with a chaotic being?"

"Heh," Maekawa Kazuto sneered. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, he never revealed that the mysterious person was from the Apocalypse Secret Sect.

The mysterious man fell silent, and the Crimson Codex moved without wind, emitting intense elemental fluctuations.

Maekawa Kazuto retreated quickly, one puppet spreading its arms to block in front of him, while another puppet holding a metal plate walked towards the scripture.

With a single slash, the Crimson Codex split in two.

In mid-air, the cleaved scripture began to spontaneously combust, turning to ashes in the blink of an eye.

Kazuto Maekawa stopped his backward movement and looked puzzled at the spot where the scriptures had burned out.

"It's... over like that?"

All talk and no action—this aptly describes the current situation.

He was completely baffled. Why was the Crimson Codex, which should have launched a powerful attack, shattered by his own puppet in a single blow?

Could it be that such an attack requires a certain amount of time to prepare, catching you off guard?

He never looks down on any enemy, but there seems to be no other explanation.

"The Bloody Canon..."

He frowned, feeling as if he had overlooked something.

However, in the end, they couldn't figure it out either.

'Perhaps, the enemy we encountered this time really wasn't very good.'

Chapter 73, Section 073: The Perfect Sacrifice

In the basement of a luxury villa, Matthew suddenly groaned.

When the believers saw blood trickling from their bishop's mouth, they panicked.

"Bishop, Bishop, what's wrong?"

"Enemies!"

"Protect the bishop!"

"I'm fine, be quiet."

Matthew gave a wry smile. After all, they were some newly converted believers, and their overall quality was still relatively low.

But there's nothing that can be done about it. In the State Federation, their missionary work has never been very successful due to the existence of the Seven Ring Tower and government obstruction.

Left with no other choice, they had to lower their standards.

There can be no compromise on ideology; only those who genuinely identify with Tantric Buddhism can join the religion.