CH 50

"Wow, so powerful?"

Huai Shi was first stunned, then overjoyed, and his confidence began to swell. He didn't wait for the opponent to attack again, and instead launched an attack on his own.

The length of the sacrificial knife was not exaggerated, only slightly longer than an ordinary dagger, and there was no problem fighting alongside Huai Shi's own dagger.

The LV8 Roman dagger combat technique was no less impressive than the previous Red Glove technique, reaching the level of a professional. It can be said that there was no showmanship, only pure killing technique.

Suddenly, the Snake cried out in anger and frustration.

Finally surviving the bombing, he was immediately surrounded before he could react.

Originally, he wanted to take back the holy artifact given by the Lord, as well as find a rookie to vent his frustration. But he didn't expect that with one slash, he had stabbed a hornet's nest.

Where did this freak come from?

Not only did he have a strange reaction and no fear of snake venom, but his knife skills were terrifyingly sharp. Even without a Holy Mark, he had jumped two levels and beat him like a grandson...

"Get out of here!"

He roared and used his bone blade to block Huai Shi's knife. He tried to escape, but saw that a row of people had already stood behind him, and when he tried to run, he was met with a barrage of bullets, forcing him to face Huai Shi head-on and capture him alive.

The Snake was about to burst with laughter.

Even if his weapon combat was suppressed, was he really afraid of a newbie without a Holy Mark?

Capture a hostage first!

Ignoring Huai Shi's fierce attack, his teeth suddenly grew longer and he sprayed a stream of venom like clear water. The venom quickly evaporated in the air, turning into strands of white mist that corroded even the stones, leaving behind pits.

Huai Shi was taken aback and quickly retreated, but he seized the opportunity and turned the tables, risking his life to grab the venomous blade with one hand and reaching for Huai Shi's neck with the other.

Immediately, he was blinded by gunfire and deafened by the sound of explosions.

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Huai Shi had already drawn his handgun from his vest and held it to his forehead, repeatedly pulling the trigger.

The small-caliber bullets couldn't penetrate his skull, but the violent impact was no less than a penetrating injury. He was completely stunned in an instant, not knowing if his brain had been shaken out.

"Let go!"

Huai Shi pulled out the sacrificial knife he had been caught with and swung it down with all his might. As the blade broke through the air, the pale Source Material fire ignited in his hand, applying the weight of the axe to the blade. With a swift stroke, he chopped off one of the Snake's arms, then pulled the blade out and chopped again.

He swiftly and cleanly chopped off both of the Snake's arms.

After drinking his fill of blood, the damaged sacrificial knife quickly repaired itself, restoring its original shiny appearance from the scrap bronze. It even started to act up, trying to absorb Huai Shi's Source Material.

"Trying to swallow my Source Material? Are you kidding me?"

Huai Shi laughed, daring to absorb even my negative energy machine? Little brother, are you mistaken?

He directly transformed the ash into Source Material and mixed it with a large amount of Heart Poison, letting this broken thing absorb to its heart's content.

At first, it greedily sucked in the energy, but when it sensed something was wrong, it tried to stop. However, it was caught by Huai Shi's hand and forcibly fed like drinking hot pepper water. It cried out in agony, as if begging for mercy.

The pure negative energy and even purer death poison had completely worn it out, turning it into a pile of ash. It was caught by Huai Shi like a grandson, as it could do nothing but be obedient.

With internal affairs settled, it was time to deal with external threats.

Huai Shi picked up the sacrificial knife, turned the blade, and fiercely chopped at the wailing snake. The Circle of Restraint's terrifying weight was no less than an axe, and soon the wailing snake on the ground convulsed and stopped moving.

It was said that the high-level Sublimator who could easily defeat Huai Shi in a fair fight was finally beaten by him after being bombarded by missiles and incendiary bombs. Under the instigation of Crow, Huai Shi even dug out the three horns on his head.

This thing was valuable.

The essence of the poison from the Holy Mark of the wailing snake was all in there, and it could be refined into an antidote for most nerve toxins with a little processing.

"It can probably sell for tens of thousands," Crow paused for a moment and added a unit, "per gram."

After hearing this, Huai Shi resolutely took the risk.

This was really a treasure trove of a high-level Sublimator!

After Huai Shi finished, the suppression team that had been waiting around rushed up to put layer after layer of shackles on the wailing snake, which was barely alive on the ground.

First, handcuffs that restrained the body, then explosive collars that blocked the Holy Mark, followed by several red and green flower potions injected directly into the carotid artery, and finally, a seven or eight centimeter nail was hammered into the back of the neck. Huai Shi's eyes twitched at the sight.

Did they have to be so cruel?

The muscular suppression team brothers all looked calm, waving their hands to indicate that this was just basic operation. They didn't know if Director Fu wanted to use this as a warning to others not to mess around in the realm.

There seemed to be only one fish that had slipped through the net. Huai Shi searched through the ruins again, but this time, there was nothing that jumped out to try to backstab him.

Unfortunately, he didn't find any trace of Wang Hai, not even a body.

According to reason, a weakling like him who wasn't even a Sublimator should have died in the missile explosion long ago, but Huai Shi still had some doubts in his mind. That guy's luck was so good that even the Red Glove didn't kill him, and now that he couldn't see his body, he might still be hiding somewhere and trying to cause trouble.

In the distance, Crow whistled and looked towards another hill.

Since the missile fell from the sky, the lurking figure crawling over there had turned around and fled like a farmer who had stolen a watermelon and was hit by a cannon, leaving his companions behind. It could only be said that Wang Hai's skill in evading danger was much stronger than the almost non-existent scheming and plotting.

From beginning to end, Crow watched all of this, but he didn't say anything. He just shook his wings and dropped a feather.

The feather floated in the air and landed on his bare neck, like diluted ink, disappearing and leaving a sunburn mark.

What kind of fish could be caught in this muddy swamp by throwing bait?

It was curious.

...

"Not bad."

Ai Qing calmly looked at the wailing snake locked in a cage. "No, I should say, you caught a big fish."

Director Fu sighed helplessly as he looked at the burnt-out ruins. The astronomical call for an airstrike was indeed satisfying, but the people responsible for cleaning up the scene were from the Special Affairs Department.

He could only sigh that there were indeed people with strong luck among this group, otherwise, they wouldn't even be able to find someone to take a statement from.

He really couldn't figure out where Ai Qing's Russian-style hardcore logic came from.However, she should also be thanked for her reckless and extreme decision, which successfully avoided a fierce ambush. Just looking at the remains of those ghostly things on the scene is enough to make one's teeth ache.

What is even more troublesome for him is: how did so many border anomalies appear in the realm?

These ghostly things are enough to have a head-on confrontation with a modern army...

He lit a cigarette irritably, "What the hell are the customs people doing?"

"Although I really want to give those useless people a lesson, unfortunately, these things have nothing to do with the customs."

Ai Qing sighed regretfully and proposed a new conjecture, "What if they didn't sneak in from the border, but were raised in the realm?"

"Hmm?" Director Fu was first stunned, and then frowned.

If that's the case, it makes sense. Where did all the money and materials that the Savior Society has been searching for all these years go? What did they use the privileges they worked so hard to gain for?

But this also means that the seriousness of the incident has increased.

Ironically, for so many years, the shadow of the Savior Society has been quietly developing in the coastal areas, and the Special Affairs Department knows nothing about it. In the end, it was exposed by the border terrorist organization Green Day...

It can be foreseen that someone is constantly covering up for them in secret, allowing them to grow strong...

What is even more troublesome is that border anomalies are not like chickens, ducks, pigs, and sheep, which can grow strong by simply feeding them some grass roots. Their requirements for the environment are even more demanding than some protected animals. Whether it is air, food, or even the depth they are in will affect their development and growth.

Apart from the giant creature experimental agency "Survival Institute" that the Astronomical Society has now closed, there are very few organizations that have this ability.

And among them, there is an organization that is famous for raising border anomalies...

"The People of the Cleansing."

Almost groaning, Director Fu rubbed his head and uttered this name, "Damn it, this time it's a big deal. Can you be sure?"

"Isn't there a ready-made test subject?"

Ai Qing raised her chin and looked at the crying snake sublimator in the cage, her eyes becoming meaningful, "If it is really those lunatics, you can't get anything out of them. It's better to make use of waste."

When all the People of the Cleansing complete their sublimation by borrowing external forces, their souls will be stamped with the mark of their Lord. From then on, everything they have, including life and body, belongs to the ultimate Lord, even a drop of blood or a piece of meat.

In the blissful land of hell, whether it is a believer or a messenger, all living things are just reserves. Once they are judged to have lost their value, they will be feasted on by the superior beings at the night banquet...

As she spoke, she looked at Director Fu. After his expression changed for a long time, he sighed helplessly and waved his hand, "It's up to you. I will sign later."

So, Ai Qing satisfiedly withdrew her gaze and waved to Huai Shi.

Huai Shi, who was fishing around, was startled, looked around, and when he was sure that Ai Qing was calling him, he instinctively felt a little uneasy.

"That dude..." He hesitated and didn't want to go over, "Even if I'm a brick of the Astronomical Society, it's not appropriate to move things back and forth every day, right?"

"Don't worry, I won't ask you to risk your life."

Ai Qing pointed to the sacrificial knife in his pocket, "Give me that thing."

After hesitating for a while, Huai Shi finally took out the knife, turned the handle, and handed it to her, "Be careful, this thing is very evil."

"It's just a D-grade border relic. The risk is within the acceptable range."Ai Qing didn't mind and took out a handkerchief, wrapping it around the handle of the knife and holding it in her hand. After leaving Huai Shi's hand, the thing started to act up again, trembling constantly and emitting a scalp-numbing low hum.

Ai Qing, supporting herself with a cane, got up from the wheelchair and approached with the knife in her other hand, expressionless. Through the bars of the cage, the blade pierced the throat of the crying snake Sublimator.

Snap!