Chapter 10
"What a joke!" Xuanji raised her hand and flicked a coin, which transformed into a small fire wheel the moment it left her hand. As it rolled along the ground, it burned a dark inscription into the stone surface.
This person's special ability is quite extraordinary, allowing others... even the living dead infected by the illusions of flowers and water to obediently follow her pre-written script.
Director Xuan! At this moment, a sound of "ying" came from behind. Old Luo peeked out from behind the shattered glass at the medicine retrieval area, first looking around cautiously to confirm that the demon had truly left, and only then did he crawl out on all fours.
With a sharp "zi la" sound, the heavy sword actually left a slight burn on Sheng Lingyuan's hands, which were impervious to water and fire.
What is going on? What kind of thing has been summoned? Is it a creditor from our ancestors? He is both flustered and bewildered; throughout his life, he has always been the one to deceive others. Never did he expect that this time he would actually fall into the hands of his own "sacred object".
To take a step back, even if due to some principle they do not understand, after becoming a sacrifice, the boy is unable to control his body to shout or write freely, and can only communicate with the outside world through sacrificial texts—then why would he choose to write a plea for help in his own diary?
This time, no one showed any mercy; the two seemed to be wagering on who would kill the other first. The murderous black mist had already swept over Xuanji's hair, and Xuanji's heavy sword had come into contact with the collar of the demon lord.
The head of the General Bureau's Aftermath Department. Xuan Jihui waved away the sparks and threw both Lao Luo's and his own work ID to the person in charge present, "Where is Bi Chunsheng?"
"There is no time left." Xuanji snatched his phone, reached out, and caught the map displaying the planned route on the navigation in mid-air. Xuanji raised the heavy sword and quickly drew something in the air.
He only had time to drop a line saying "Arrest Bi Chunsheng," and then he had already chased after him.
"I am afraid that..." Xuanji raised her eyes, and as she spoke, two flames pierced through the frost, like venomous snakes, entwining around the wrist and ankle of Sheng Lingyuan, who had not had time to retract them. Sheng Lingyuan's movements became sluggish, while Xuanji had already grasped her heavy sword!
Bi Chunsheng disappeared without anyone knowing when
He cast a deep glance at Xuanji, then leaped out of the window behind him; in the blink of an eye, he had vanished without a trace
The thirty-sixth generation clan leader of the Southern Ming Fire Keepers, not a little demon baby lost in the world, " Xuanji pressed down with force, pushing the heavy sword forward by two inches, the flames almost brushing against Sheng Lingyuan's face. He let out a wicked laugh, " My teammates are unreliable, so I am used to being more cautious, all's fair in war, senior.
Sheng Lingyuan steadied Xuanji, lightly tapping his palm on his forehead: "Quite pitiful, I will let you go today, little demon, do not hinder my affairs."
The chubby girl has been lurking at the door, even the terrified old Luo is pacing downstairs on standby, but why has one person not appeared at all
After a while, Sheng Lingyuan ambiguously pressed down on his trembling injured hand, raised his sleeve to cover a cough, and the color of blood on his face became increasingly scarce
Has the protective array outside the headquarters building malfunctioned
Xuanji emerged from the flames, one hand holding a heavy sword and the other hand carrying Lao Luo
"Mark, Director Xiao, the dark ritual has succeeded! The spellcaster has summoned the legendary 'Demon God' using a thousand living sacrifices. The Demon God must fulfill the contract and return a thousand lives to gain freedom. Every person who can see this ritual text is a target for slaughter!"
On a wall charred by lightning, words thick as blood slowly flowed down, rapidly spreading in all directions
Where can I seek justice for this
Unless that little mustached leader is not a spellcaster at all
At that moment, the invisible ring on Xuanji's left hand suddenly became visible. Before he could see clearly, a flash of red light occurred, and the gem, which had developed several cracks, suddenly exploded, sending countless shattered fragments flying out, simultaneously cutting the hands of both individuals.
I do not know who murmured the words: "Eulogy ... ... "
In that moment, one stood while the other knelt, and neither spoke a word. At the same time, they both felt the secret yet unbreakable bond between them
Suddenly, black mist surged between Sheng Lingyuan's sleeves,凝聚成 a beast's head in mid-air, which roared and lunged at Xuanji with a bite.
Dr. Wang from the Ancient Text Restoration Department moved slowly to the base of the wall, turned his head to look at Xiao Zheng, his already large and bulging eyeballs magnified to a somewhat frightening degree by his glasses. He said in a hushed voice: "This is a mark!"
At this moment, the field personnel at the settlement had just shot dead the little mustache man and had not yet had time to clean up the scene when a fireball suddenly came rushing towards them, startling them into immediate readiness.
What about the boy infected by the butterfly of illusion? Why is his body occupied by the butterfly, yet he can still call for help through a ritual incantation? Can't he just shout it out? Can't he write it down?
Xuanji's entire body was numb with pain, propped up by the heavy sword. After three attempts, he could not stand up. The holy fire ring on his left hand had shattered, leaving only a base.
Someone is misleading them step by step
The heavy sword, like a force of nature, directly pierced through the sleeve of the demon lord, which was covered in incantations. The man wielding the sword no longer resembled the pitiful figure that had been frozen into a quail moments before
This is a natural reaction
Wait, you all look over there! What is that... what is it?
In the blink of an eye, countless thoughts flashed through Xuanji's mind—why? Why did the gloomy ritual still succeed?
That is because she is afraid of meeting Sheng Lingyuan in advance, which would reveal her true intentions
Where is Bi Chunsheng?" Xuan Ji grabbed him tightly, gasping for breath, "Where is their resettlement point? Give me a specific location for navigation, quickly!
She was fully aware that the focus of their mission this time was the Sheng Lingyuan, yet upon arriving at the hospital, she didn't even take a glance at it and immediately immersed herself in "urgent" work. Subsequently, she took it upon herself to escort those "travelers" to relocate, and before leaving, she didn't even come over to greet her new superior. Even a slightly more considerate intern would not behave this way
He came running over, with his limbs adorned with emerging green pothos stems and leaves, resembling a postmodern bonsai, and helped Xuān Jī up
The spellcaster needs to ensure that the target dies precisely at the stroke of midnight, thus they must be present at the scene of the capture at that time, in close proximity to the target
In the next moment, he was taken out by Xuanji, and countless blocks flashed by rapidly around them. Lao Luo tightly grasped Xuanji's arm, hearing the phone's navigation emit a sound like a fast-forwarded tape. His entire being was rolled along by a fireball, and in extreme terror, his mind went blank, forgetting even to scream.
The gloomy ritual has been completed, the situation is out of control, and only ... . ... directly severed the demon summoned by it.
Meanwhile, the beast's head formed from the black mist let out a painful howl, scattering in the air. Sheng Lingyuan staggered back five or six steps, his palm scorched black by an unknown source.
What?
However, the last sacrifice did not die, did we not eliminate the suspect in time? That ominous ritual should have been interrupted!
Little Mustache is indeed the last sacrifice
By the way, those few adventurers entered the Grand Canyon after the riot of the mutated trees in Chiyuan. Sheng Lingyuan personally rescued them from Chiyuan, and he has seen that little mustached man
Sheng Lingyuan's calm and gentle expression cracked open, revealing a sinister undertone: "Audacious!"
Bi, Chun, Sheng
At this critical moment, Xuanji refused to abandon his sword to evade. The raging fire in his palm surged to a width of one palm, and without even glancing at the fangs above him, he thrust his heavy sword directly at the throat of Sheng Lingyuan
If no one knows about the Shadowed Ritual, the spellcaster can complete a thousand-person live sacrifice without anyone noticing. However, if by misfortune they alert the authorities and are discovered by the Anomaly Control Bureau in advance, the field agents, lacking sufficient information, will inevitably attempt to search for the ritual symbols, inadvertently stepping into a trap set by the perpetrator—this unfortunate child serves as a firewall, leading them to the wrong suspect
The onlookers had long known that they had been misled by the sorcerer
A totem-like crimson pattern appeared on Xuanji's forehead, and he said in a deep voice: "Not very appropriate"
Xuanji suddenly understood that after he heard Ping Qianru's words, he realized what felt off— the three members of the aftermath department had all followed him out. When things went awry and the field agents of the hospital were in a state of chaos, each person's first reaction was to stay close to their direct supervisor and await instructions
Xuanji felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if an invisible blade had pierced through his heart. He couldn't even let out a groan, his hands and feet went weak, and he nearly fainted—this time he truly knelt down, without a hint of performance.
The pitch-black wide sleeves slid down from Xuanji's face, covered with gloomy sacrificial texts. The stench of decaying blood mingled with a warm fragrance, inexplicably giving rise to an indescribable sense of despondency and sorrow.
Xuanji's body language suddenly changed—this "exhausted," "unable to stand," "underage little orphan demon relying on others" curled back suddenly straightened, his pupils coated with a ring of fiery light, and the frost enveloping him instantly vaporized
What is this ... ... ?
What is the situation
Xiao Zheng was momentarily taken aback, then turned and ran back to the conference room: "Xuan Ji!"
Oh... oh. "Old Luo quickly took out his phone and used the navigation app to search for the location of the settlement point. "Shall I call a car right away?"
Lao Luo rolled his eyes and fainted again
Lao Luo shouted, "Oh my, it's on fire!"
A bolt of lightning struck directly onto the large tree in the headquarters building of the Anomaly Control Bureau, resulting in a fireball crashing down and the fire alarm ringing loudly. The golden dragon at the entrance, startled, swam to the corner of the wall, lying still like a large gecko.
Director Xiao, the branches in various regions are reporting similar situations! Alas... Doctor Wang's degree has not been assessed for danger level, do not get too close!
Xuanji forcefully pressed the heavy sword downwards, causing the floor of the hospital's waiting room to suddenly crack open, and both the demon and the stone slab fell down, landing in the outpatient hall on the first floor
In the next moment, the heavy sword, carrying a blazing light, whistled as it struck towards the demon.
Isn't a diary something meant only for oneself? Writing on that thing, yet still seeking some kind of help?
A shocking bolt of lightning split the thick fog in the dark clouds, almost illuminating half the sky. Sheng Lingyuan was caught off guard and hurriedly had to clasp his heavy sword with both hands—his sleeves, filled with dark incantations, seemed to encounter a natural enemy, swiftly dissipating and revealing the underlying color of his robe sleeves.
In the next moment, the mobile navigation finally emitted a voice: "... ... You have arrived at your destination, continuing to navigate for you"
"Regardless of whether it succeeds or not, why did this sacrificial text appear in the headquarters building?"
Oh, rest assured, Sister Bi is fine, she just... Hey, where is she?
If the little mustache is the spellcaster, and if he is clever enough, he will definitely maintain a safe distance from the summoned demon before the contract is established—because no one knows what kind of entity will be summoned. Demons are inherently capricious; if the contract is not formed and they wake up in a bad mood, it is not impossible for them to kill the spellcaster.
Then, the thunder came. In the hall, there was first a muffled "rumbling sound," which suddenly erupted deafeningly, causing the walls to tremble, like a roar that had been suppressed for a long time.