Chapter 825
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Chapter 825: Agent
As for Jialan, her approach to combat was much simpler.
Unlike Baili Pangpang, who was flashy, or Cao Yuan, who was imposing, she was like a drifting bouquet that flew into the crowd, strolling leisurely amidst the dense rain of attacks.
When she encountered new recruits with higher combat skills or those from special forbidden areas, Jialan would simply exchange a few moves with them before knocking them out with a punch.
If she found them to be average in all aspects, she would knock them out without a second thought.
Such a straightforward and unadorned method of attack caused new recruits to fall in large numbers around her. She resembled an emotionless hammering machine, swiftly clearing a vacuum zone around her.
An Qingyu stood still, carrying the black coffin on his back. From the ground beneath his feet, countless frost vines burst forth, intertwining around him while engaging with various new recruits.
An Qingyu calmly adjusted his glasses. Beneath the pale lenses, his eyes emitted a faint gray hue as they slowly scanned the many new recruits…
“Let me see where you are hiding…” he murmured to himself.
…
“Something seems off, doesn’t it?”
Three members of the Ancient God Church, mingling among the new recruits, looked at the chaotic battlefield before them with strange expressions.
“These people… don’t feel like they belong to Lord Qianmo, do they?”
“Yeah, their simultaneous appearance indicates that it’s not a tactical illusion created by Lord Qianmo using time differences. They can only be avatars of Lord Qianmo… But if Lord Qianmo’s strength is suppressed, how can there be so many powerful avatars?”
“But didn’t they say they were members of the Ancient God Church? If they’re not Lord Qianmo’s, who could they be?”
Among the three, the thin new recruit furrowed his brow in deep thought for a long time, as if he had realized something, his expression darkening immensely!
“I think I understand…”
“What?”
“They are not members of the Ancient God Church at all.”
“No way? If they’re not one of us, why would they kill the instructors, deactivate the forbidden monument, and destroy this training camp? How could they predict our motives so accurately?”
“Can’t you see?” The thin new recruit pointed at the members of the [Nightfall] team, “Their attacks seem fierce and deadly, but every move avoids vital points. They are only knocking out those new recruits and tossing them aside…
From the very beginning, they never intended to harm these new recruits!
I suspect that the so-called deaths of the instructors were also illusions they created, aiming to foster an atmosphere of impending doom to stimulate the potential within these new recruits.
They were never members of the Ancient God Church; they were merely using the guise of the Ancient God Church to intimidate the new recruits… the true body of the [Nightfall] team.”
The more the thin new recruit spoke, the more anger flared in his eyes. The feeling of being toyed with left him quite displeased.
Ultimately, all this misunderstanding stemmed from the new recruit team they were hiding in, which had not encountered any members of the [Nightfall] team. Otherwise, just from the leniency shown by the [Nightfall] team, they would have sensed something was off. Moreover, the fake corpses used to deceive the new recruits could not fool the eyes of these seasoned veterans.
From the start, they had assumed that Lord Qianmo must have the upper hand, and they had been led by that expert Shen, completely falling into the opponent’s trap.
“Are they really the [Nightfall] team?” the inexperienced recruit asked, frowning. “What should we do next?”
“It’s fine. From the intelligence we have, the [Nightfall] team is just disguising themselves as the Ancient God Church. They probably don’t realize we exist; we are still in the shadows,” the thin new recruit calmly analyzed.
“Right now, it’s a chaotic battle. We just need to blend in with the new recruits, using our disguises to take down the [Nightfall] team one by one. We still have a chance to turn the tide!”
“But there are only three of us…”
“Three?” The female soldier shook her head. “Don’t forget, Lord Qianmo hasn’t made a move yet!”
“Yes, yes, with Lord Qianmo here, we still have a chance.”
“Moreover, we have this thing…” The thin new recruit reached into his pocket, his fingertips brushing against something cold, a slight smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. “I put a lot of effort into getting this out. In this situation, it has the power to turn the tide.”
The other two, seeing this, seemed to recall something, and their expressions relaxed.
“That’s right. With that thing, even the [Nightfall]… won’t last long.”
…
“It’s him!”
Among the new recruits, Fang Mo spotted the figure wearing a Sun Wukong mask, gliding like a ghost through the crowd, and his eyes gradually lit up.
A certain golden energy flowing within him and deep in his soul emitted an unprecedented brilliance, as if they were reuniting after a long separation, filled with joy.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he stepped forward, charging straight toward Lin Qiye.
Boom—!
At that moment, a dark red streak of light shot in from the distance!
It was a boy, with six dark red wings on his back and a straight sword in hand. His crimson eyes fixed on Lin Qiye in the crowd, and deep within his pupils surged an unprecedented anger and confusion.
The anger stemmed from his divine ruins, while the confusion came from within himself.
Lu Baoyou did not understand.
Earlier, he had merely stood quietly on a distant rooftop, gazing at the battlefield here. However, when the man wearing the Sun Wukong mask made his move, the divine ruins and divine power within him stirred, compelling him to come here immediately, yearning for a battle with that man!
The instinct ingrained in his bones told him that man… was his nemesis.
Killing him was Lu Baoyou’s mission.
Instinctively, Lu Baoyou spread his dark red wings and flew from the rooftop toward Lin Qiye!
Seeing the golden light flickering in the masked man’s eyes, Lu Baoyou seemed to recall something, and a grave expression appeared in his eyes.
That was… the divine might of the Seraphim?
Was that man the agent of Michael?
At that moment, the ancient and grand voice that existed in his memory echoed in his ears once more:
“…Power comes at a cost.
I can grant you the ability and potential to surpass all beings, but likewise, I need you to do something for me… Within ten years, by any means necessary, find and kill the agent of the Seraphim Michael.
If you fail, ten years from now, I will take your soul as the interest for borrowing power.
So, what is your answer…”
Boom—!!
That dark red streak of light crashed heavily into the ground before Lin Qiye, the terrifying might of the fallen angel erupting, causing the new recruits behind him to stagger back a few steps, looking at the scene before them in fear and confusion.
“The agent of the Seraphim?”
Amidst the dust, Lu Baoyou’s crimson eyes stared at Lin Qiye’s mask, slowly raising the straight sword in his hand…
“I have come to kill you.”
