Chapter 386: Arrest (Seeking Monthly Votes)

"Quick, quick, quick!"

"Move out!"

Ever since his last shift guarding the Auction House, Percy had rested for a few days before it was his turn to be on duty again.

When he heard the shrill tolling of the bell, he reflexively put on his uniform, hurried out of the dormitory, and arrived at the underground plaza of the Investigation Headquarters to assemble.

"We're dead, we're dead!"

"The bell of Mitra Palace... I thought what the training manual said was fake."

The Non-human Existence leading the team shouted orders.

Bang!

A man of about thirty with a ferocious expression had his head blown off.

"Hmm? There are still survivors? Holding out in such a high-pollution area and surviving the standoff between so many Crowns? How lucky..."

Dazzling radiance, like a writhing curtain, completely shrouded that area.

Hanote Aige sighed.

The crazed crowd saw the investigators and immediately charged like zombies.

But within this period of time, if one disregarded the consequences, one could also cause terrifying destruction.

"Careful, that building is the source of the pollution."

"Sigh..."

On the street, there were still many chaotic and out-of-control crowds, and the madness spread as if it were contagious.

Even, after staring for too long, Percy's inspiration seemed to see more things, receiving some inexplicable knowledge.

"They are..."

Looking at the equally panicked investigators around him, Percy took a deep breath.

Suddenly, another dazzling light burst out from within, piercing the entire curtain, causing countless colors to render and writhe outward...

He took out a white conch and issued an order.

Bang!

Another woman in a long dress with a beautiful face was shot dead.

At the street corner, it was as if there were an invisible dividing line.

He understood deeply that after the two descending "Immortals" joined, the strength of both sides had tended toward Balance, making it unsuitable to initiate a hunt again.

In his ears, the bell tolling from the direction of Mitra Palace became increasingly urgent.

Percy felt his vision go black, and when he reappeared, he had already arrived at a city block.

"Everyone take your Psychic Amulets, handle this according to the highest-level pollution event protocol!"

Red, white, black...

He felt the crazy pollution and invasion!

Strange limbs danced before his eyes, and the evil thoughts in the depths of his heart swelled rapidly, as if a beast were roaring, urging him to kill, to release his true nature!

At his chest, the Psychic Amulet for mental defense had already cracked.

Invisible ripples spread in the void, vaguely revealing a huge door.

What flowed in those blood vessels was not blood, but Spiritual Ether of extremely high concentration!

Although the body proportions of these two were perfect, they looked somewhat uncoordinated.

At this moment, Percy heard a sigh coming from the direction of the street block.

Immediately, two unconscious women were carried out.

The other was a young girl wearing a black Gothic dress, her cheeks pale and devoid of any blood, as if one could see the blue veins on her face directly.

But as the crazy, chaotic screams of the crowd rose, Percy couldn't help but grit his teeth and press his temples.

Percy's body was trembling; his Spirituality Instinct made him lower his head, not daring to look directly at such high-ranking existences.

He dropped his firearm in astonishment, looking toward the street not far away.

The Investigation Bureau and the Military Special Intelligence Division also entered the scene one after another.

Percy quickly recalled the relevant knowledge.

"This is... this is an existence even more powerful than those 'Crowns'..."

A Non-human Existence opened an "Angel-level" Magical Item that looked like a jewelry box.

"Haha... we are all finished."

The sign of a shop was half vivid, and half seemed to be covered in a layer of gray.

Soon, a team of Extraordinaries wearing the special attire of the God of Wisdom rushed in and began to rescue the wounded and the innocent.

If it were just a crazed crowd, any investigator could easily kill their way in and out seven times.

"Investigators, move out!"

It was as if something unimaginably vast had been forcibly stuffed into a human shell.

"An 'Immortal' from the Spirit World!"

The next moment, that sense of danger vanished without a trace, and the mutated street block returned to normal.

Hanote Aige looked at the Lili sisters being carried out and sensed the information on them: "They actually didn't suffer too much pollution... Take them back first, lock them in the newly built prison, hmm, try to treat them first. We still need to know the truth from their mouths..."

Countless foul-smelling sludge flowed along with dirty blood.

He only glanced at it, and his figure suddenly stiffened, his pupils shrinking to the size of pinpricks.

The middle-aged investigator beside Percy let out a broken laugh.

Percy cursed fiercely: "We need support, we need items or abilities with large-scale interference!"

A cool sensation washed over him; Percy gritted his teeth and fired directly.

"The last time the bells of Mitra Palace rang, it was when an 'Unknown-grade' power destroyed a city, wasn't it?"

Percy heard someone give a warning, and then he heard a loud explosion.

Therefore, letting the other party leave was the course of action that would cause the least harm to Plymouth.

Suddenly, the regulations from the countermeasure manual flashed through Percy's mind; he drew his Zoulun and aimed at the frenzied crowd.

Next... there were several short figures, like a tide, one wave after another, as if there were no end.

"Any target judged to be a threat may be executed on the spot!"

"To think they even prepared a descent Ritual for two 'Immortals'... but it wasn't aimed at us..."

The curtain composed of various colors parted automatically, allowing several figures to depart together with the two 'Immortals' from the Spirit World.

The Immortals of the Spirit World are likewise subject to the rejection and constraints of the Mortal World, and can only descend for a very short time.

Percy stared blankly at that scene.

From the doorway, two high-ranking beings with an extremely strong sense of presence descended into the Mortal World!

They... no, one of them wore a Scarlet ceremonial robe, the hem empty and hollow, like a walking ghost.

The countless crowds, like walking corpses, turned directly into ice sculptures, their facial expressions still vivid and lifelike.

Countless complex and gorgeous patterns formed dazzling Mysterious Talismans upon him.

"Damn it, damn it."

"Let people in, save the wounded, and seal the contamination."

"The bells of Mitra Palace represent 'Unknown-grade' contamination... we are only dealing with the outermost perimeter... over there, perhaps a 'Crown' is engaged in battle."

And now, the part with the gray sign was still being rapidly frozen!

Just at this moment, he felt a sudden chill.

Beside Percy, a middle-aged investigator full of world-weariness pulled out a cigarette, lit it for himself, and leisurely exhaled a smoke ring: "If those big shots handle it, we might live; otherwise... we're all dead!"

In Percy's ear, the groaning sound of the Non-human Existence leading the team reached him.

He turned around, saying nothing to the grim-faced high-ranking official of the Investigation Bureau.

The church also has the authority to detain Wild Beyonders, and as for the investigative rights of such cases, naturally, whoever gets them first keeps them!

(End of this chapter)