freeallnovels Chapter 3834 A Dazzling Rainbow (17) As you can see, I am an exorcist.
Chapter 3834 A Dazzling Rainbow (17) As you can see, I am an exorcist.
Chapter 3834 A Brilliant Rainbow (17) — As you can see, I am an exorcist.
Those who are first and foremost affected are the people in Washington, D.C.
The Chinese embassy could not protect everyone in the entire Washington, D.C. area... People who were too far away could not get there in time, so various defensive perimeters, large and small, were quickly formed by various "non-human" entities and local law enforcement forces.
These are mostly the accommodations of the teams participating in the tournament.
"……what happened?"
"do not know……"
The non-humans who were resisting the invasion of the dead suddenly discovered something unusual... Most of them began to pray in unison.
There's nothing strange about praying. After all, praying to God is a normal thing in Western societies, especially during times of disaster.
However, at this moment, the object of people's prayers is not the one in the traditional sense, but another unfamiliar name.
This seems very strange!
If the high-ranking officials of the Holy See heard this, wouldn't they angrily denounce it as heresy?
But the person praying seemed to be possessed, and was infecting those around them... it was out of control.
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Embassy of China.
After being settled, Zhong Luoyue and Elizabeth quickly woke up... It has to be said that the regenerative ability of vampires is indeed among the best of the non-human species.
The two quickly learned the gist of what had happened from a medical staff member who was accompanying them—they had fired a signal flare, which was spotted by two Knights of the Round Table, who then brought them back safely.
Accompanying them was a woman named Rose—the same woman they had helped before they fell unconscious.
Rose is still asleep and is currently resting in the next room.
The sky outside the window was still dark... In the distance, the silver palace in the sky could still be vaguely seen—as well as a huge, black vortex.
“What is that…” Zhong Luoyue’s expression immediately turned serious.
Elizabeth also instinctively clenched her small hands.
“I don’t know…” The accompanying medical worker shook his head, his expression worried. “But Elder Huo has already given the order… we might have to evacuate soon. I heard that black hole-like thing is constantly expanding, continuously devouring everything around it! The [Two Realms] has been activated, and they are currently arranging for people within the embassy area to enter…”
The "Two Realms" was no longer a secret, as many people had already been sent there for refuge—otherwise, an embassy with a small area would not have the capacity it currently possessed.
Zhong Luoyue thought for a moment and said, "Let's not rush into entering the [Two Realms]. Is there anything we can help with? We'd like to do our part, otherwise we'd be letting down the embassy that's protecting us."
Elizabeth paused for a moment, then realized... It had to be Ah Yue, who could think of a way to increase favorability even at a time like this.
“Yes, could you help us make some connections and arrange some work for us?” Elizabeth also offered. “I’m a student of the president of the Magicians’ Association, so I shouldn’t be a protected member!”
"Um... okay, I'll go ask." The medical worker hesitated for a moment, then agreed with admiration. "Please wait a moment, I'll be right back!"
"Thank you for your trouble." Zhong Luoyue nodded slightly.
At that moment, Elizabeth was staring out the window, lost in thought.
Zhong Luoyue then said softly, "Don't worry, with Lord [Huiyao]'s strength, there won't be any problems. He is the [Non-Human] King, known as the human closest to the true dragon of the Divine Land!"
“No… Ah Yue, look over there, isn’t it strange?” Elizabeth slowly raised her finger, pointing to the edge of the crowded corner in front of the embassy.
Before anyone knew it, a large crowd had knelt down there... They looked as if they were praying to the gods.
Zhong Luoyue subconsciously said, "Perhaps she's just praying for psychological comfort?"
Elizabeth thought for a moment and said, "Actually, ever since I woke up, my mind has been receiving a lot of jumbled information... Yue, do you know what [Wednesday] is?"
“Wednesday?” Zhong Luoyue was taken aback.
“Not the date, but the name,” Elizabeth murmured. “It’s as if a voice is telling me to trust it… that this might save me from disaster… to believe wholeheartedly.”
Zhong Luoyue frowned – why didn't she hear it?
"What else?" she asked thoughtfully.
Elizabeth shook her head: "That's about it. It's intermittent, and it seems to be some kind of spiritual power, but it can't synchronize with me... well, with me. But I don't know why, the name seems to have changed again."
Zhong Luoyue asked curiously, "What has changed?"
“Lincoln…” Elizabeth said slowly, “that very famous leader in the history of the United States…”
“The 16th generation…” Zhong Luoyue’s mouth opened slightly. She naturally knew who Elizabeth was talking about—but how could that be? That person had long since become history, and the memorial hall had been built for a hundred years!
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Soon, their request for help was approved... Old Huo came in person, and after a brief conversation, he assigned them some simple tasks to maintain order.
Leaving Zhong Luoyue aside, as for Elizabeth, Old Huo wouldn't dare to treat that vampire girl like a beast of burden—after all, even someone like [Radiance], who may seem polite at times, still has his pride.
"Elder Huo... We've received news from the venue that our people are currently leading everyone to evacuate here, and they're asking us to provide as much support as possible."
"Understood, arrange for someone to go and meet them immediately."
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After the initial dejection, a lingering feeling of shame and anger at being mocked and deceived finally arose in Director Wayne's heart.
He suddenly stood up and drew his weapon... It wasn't an ordinary pistol, but a specially made weapon effective against non-humans. It didn't have many bullets, but each bullet was as powerful as an RPG.
He wanted to destroy the entire amplifier—he didn't want to see any new gods born; that wasn't what he desired.
The bullet was fired without warning and exploded directly in front of the huge metal sphere.
The commotion was considerable, as the bullet's power was comparable to that of an anti-tank weapon—Director Wayne stared wide-eyed at that moment, and after the explosion, the metal sphere was completely unharmed!
The sphere was now covered by a faint golden light.
Director Wayne, seemingly unconvinced, fired the special bullets again—one, two, three…
The deafening roar continued, yet it still couldn't shake the golden spherical amplifier.
“Mr. Wayne, don’t do anything unnecessary,” Ricky’s voice came slowly. “With your abilities, you can’t destroy it. So, my advice is that you can save your last bullet for yourself.”
Wayne glared at him; he really did only have one bullet left. "I don't need it!"
This final shot was, in fact, aimed at Ricky.
The bullet burst from the barrel, but Ricky stretched out a finger and easily stopped the high-speed special bullet, then pointed it to the side.
The bullet changed its trajectory instantly and shot out of the building... In the end, no one knew what it hit, only that an explosion was heard.
"F*ck!!" Director Wayne cursed, tearing his jacket to reveal his combat uniform.
Ricky couldn't help but chuckle. "Mr. Wayne, you've been reading too many comics... so you really believe that mortals can rival gods? With your ordinary flesh and blood... oh?"
With a blank expression, Chief Wayne plunged a syringe filled with blue liquid directly into his neck.
Ricky frowned immediately. "The Engineer's gene extract? You shouldn't have that..."
The Engineers were provided to S.H.I.E.L.D. by Mr. Wednesday for experimental purposes, which was also the link between the two parties... It was precisely because Mr. Wednesday was willing to give up this piece of meat that Wayne, the eagle, was willing to come down.
However, the amount of gene extract used by the "engineer" is extremely strict, and every batch passes through Ricky's hands, so there shouldn't be any leaks.
After the injection, Director Wayne immediately collapsed to his knees in agony, his muscles bulging instantly and his entire body turning a muddy gray color.
His trembling, hateful voice slowly rose, "The extract...you didn't give me a single drop...but have you forgotten something...this is used to evolve the [Motherland Soldiers]...so, the blood in his body also contains this evolutionary factor...I just need to extract it from the soldier's body..."
Watching Wayne's power surge toward inhuman levels, Ricky simply realized, "I see... I was indeed overlooking something."
Since Wayne dared to inject the secondary extract into his own body, he must have already conducted experiments and proven it to be effective—although it must have significant flaws, otherwise, given Wayne's personality, he wouldn't have waited until this moment to use it.
Ricky waved his hand. As a summoner, he never needed to fight enemies to the death... and Director Wayne certainly didn't need to risk his life.
An ancient summoning book appeared beside Ricky, and then a vortex with a diameter of two meters unfolded on the ground, from which a black-armored knight quickly emerged.
"He's no longer useful, let's get rid of him."
[Waiter] Ricky quickly...and ruthlessly gave the order.
Director Wayne's transformation is over. He's grown more than twice his size, like a gray giant... but his abilities have only improved to around LV3.
In just a few seconds, a robust ordinary person can be transformed into a Level 3 [Non-human] being. Even if it's just a second-extracted gene fluid, it's enough to demonstrate the power of the [Engineer's] own bloodline.
With such a powerful lineage, Mr. Wednesday only possesses seven—seven Engineers, stored in the Silver Hall, which he took with him when he left the Divine Realm.
Don't be fooled by the fact that creating the "Soldier of the Motherland" looks like a blood transfusion... In reality, it's all done through dilution. The blood stored in the "Engineer's" corpse itself is used up by less than one percent.
Unfortunately, with his own power, he was not able to control the seven engineers to fight... Otherwise, he should have been able to take down Radiance's magical clone.
"The combination of a troll and a headless horseman is still a bit of a stretch..."
Ricky watched the battle outside the building.
The battle between [Radiance]'s magical clone and his summoned servants has long since moved outside—currently, [Radiance], whose strength is drastically reduced, is far more ferocious than Ricky's initial estimates.
As for Wayne, Ricky didn't pay any attention at all—because at this moment, the black-armored knight had already pinned the seemingly ferocious Director Wayne to the ground and started grinding him down.
“Rickie…”
"……gentlemen?"
The waiter's gaze shifted almost imperceptibly—it was Mr. Wednesday's voice, and Ricky could even detect a hint of helplessness in it.
"How's the situation over there?"
Ricky looked around... At this moment, even he couldn't sense where Mr. Wednesday was hiding. "The situation is still under control... The plan is proceeding smoothly as you predicted. The potential of [Revelation] is greater than we imagined... Sir, you should have sensed it."
“Hmm… I do feel that my [divinity] is showing signs of recovery.” Mr. Wednesday’s voice held a hint of joy. “However, the Rainbow Bridge will be descending soon, and I need you to accelerate the collection of faith. I want to rekindle the divine fire as quickly as possible.”
Ricky glanced at the psychic amplification orb and smiled slightly, "Then let's tap into the potential of [Apocalypse] to the fullest extent."
"[Radiance] is truly an unexpected fellow; he seems to have sensed me." Mr. Wednesday's voice suddenly rang out. "Even if it's just his magical clone, don't underestimate him... I sense he's waiting for something."
Ricky nodded solemnly.
He never underestimated the idea of a [non-human] king, otherwise he wouldn't have summoned the Headless Horseman and the [Troll] to fight them from the very beginning... These were his two most powerful summoned servants.
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The building... in a certain area of the lower part of the building.
Even inside the building, there are Dead Apostles roaming around... Dead Apostles are much more effective than traditional surveillance systems.
However, at this moment, the number of Dead Apostles who were originally wandering inside the building seemed to have decreased significantly.
"...Is it because of the battle taking place outside?"
The young girl, a descendant of the ancient Mayan people, was carefully climbing up the back stairs... The child she had rescued had been placed in a safe place.
Actually, Taina couldn't figure out why she had gone there—since she had seen the [Homeland Soldiers], her first instinct should have been to get away... After all, she hadn't yet gained the power to fight against the [Homeland Soldiers], so naturally she should have run as far away as possible.
The girl smacked her head, somewhat annoyed. "Taina, you little fool, how could you jump into a fire pit in a moment of impulsiveness... Have you forgotten the hatred for your people? Didn't we agree to accumulate strength first...? What are you doing being so brave now!"
The girl's resentment over her irrational behavior, coupled with the oppressive feeling of her surroundings, gradually caused her to break down—and soon she wanted to back out and leave the way she came.
"Should we... just run?"
The devilish voice echoed in the girl's mind once again.
Just at this time.
boom--!
A not-too-loud sound suddenly appeared in front of the girl—she subconsciously looked up and saw that the safety door at the top of the stairs had been violently kicked open, and then two entangled figures were thrown out!
One was a "Dead Apostle," while the other was a mature man with deep-set features, blond hair, and blue eyes, wearing a long, khaki trench coat.
So handsome!
The girl's first reaction.
Then the man in the trench coat was seen pinning the "Dead Apostle" against the top of the stairs... while the "Dead Apostle" struggled frantically, and the two were locked in a stalemate for a moment!
"Stop watching! Come help!" The man in the trench coat shouted quickly to Taina, who was coming down the stairs below. "She's about to give up!"
The girl immediately shuddered... Although she couldn't understand the other person's language, she roughly understood what it meant. After hesitating for a moment, she gritted her teeth and rushed forward!
—The power of the bear!
The girl's arms instantly grew twice as big, and she slammed them hard onto the head of the [Dead Apostle]—the [Dead Apostle], struck hard, instantly lost the ability to resist!
"Aaaaaah!!! Die, die, die, die!!!"
The man in the trench coat watched as the girl raised her strong arms, which were completely disproportionate to her slender figure, and pounded her chest with them... He thought that these hands would no longer be suitable for using small fists to punch his chest.
His lips twitched slightly. "...Alright, alright, it's dead as dead as can be."
Taina's body stiffened abruptly. The Dead Apostle, who had been hammered, now had his head completely deformed... She stared at the man in the trench coat in disbelief, "You...you can speak our language?"
The man in the trench coat smiled slightly and said, "I once ventured deep into the central region, visited the local tribes, and lived there for a period of time, so I learned your language... I recognized you immediately from your attire."
Hearing that clear and distinct native dialect, the girl, who had lost her home, almost burst into tears. "It's so wonderful! Since I came here, there hasn't been a single person who can understand me... Waaah... Hello! My name is Taina!"
The man in the trench coat simply chuckled.
Suddenly, he took out a cross pendant, wrapped it around his palm, and then pulled out a fist-sized, extendable meteor hammer from behind his trench coat.
"what are you up to?"
Taina asked instinctively.
"Exorcism."
The man in the trench coat gripped his flail tightly with the hand wrapped in a cross, and brought it down with a vengeance, smashing the head of the "Dead Apostle" open, splattering blood everywhere.
Taina almost got splashed on the cheek by the splattered brain matter and blood... She felt terrible!
"Let me introduce myself. As you can see, I'm an exorcist." The man in the trench coat sighed. "You can call me John..."