Chapter 191

Ferocious savage beasts run rampant, shameless hooligans wreak havoc, the entire Sunshine City is plunged into dire straits, yet the Inner City three families, as the administrators, do nothing, causing innocent citizens to be displaced and the original order to vanish completely.

At such a critical moment of life and death, this is the best time for us righteous individuals to take action and restore order—how could we let it pass?

Moreover, I am the God's Chosen Saint, you are the city's divine official; if the two of us together cannot even kill a single special anomaly causing chaos everywhere, doesn't that mean the Holy Light God has chosen the wrong person?

Ji Ming spoke with ringing force, each word a pearl, truly striking the ground with resonance.

Eleanor, I thought you proactively invited me to investigate these matters because you wanted to do something for the people of Sunshine City, but I didn't expect you to shrink back at the first sign of difficulty, hesitating and wavering—I truly feel ashamed for you!

If someone who knows Ji Ming heard him speak these righteous words, they would probably have broken out in a sweat like soybeans and started a water-drop donation.

Damn it, who wishes they could wear a breath-holding talisman wherever they go, duck back into the real world at the slightest disagreement, and constantly summon Sylvia to beat people up, wishing to plant surveillance everywhere on the map?

Most importantly, it's been so long already—not dropping out of the magic academy, letting everyone just open a browser is fine enough, even Shenhe can't be bothered to knife you; you ought to know shame!

But Eleanor had just arrived; in her eyes, Ji Ming still bore the golden halo of 'super benevolent Inner City divine doctor' and 'super righteous God's Chosen Saint,' so she was instantly dazzled.

As everyone knows, when the eyes suffer strong stimulation, they will tear up.

She lowered her head; although her bangs covered her eyes, two tear tracks still streamed down.

Amid the audible breathing, her fingers clenched tightly together trembled slightly.

Sorry, Doctor Ji, I will certainly strive to rid myself of my aristocratic habits...

Huh? I thought you said aristocrats have skin thicker than the city walls?

I was just joking around, wanting to see how powerful the grand deception technique triggered by over thirty charm points would be—but now it's Ji Ming who's embarrassed.

However, he could tell that, as a responsible aristocrat, Eleanor clearly intended and would do some good deeds.

But the education she had received ultimately affected her ability to conduct herself; she is hesitant and naive, often lacking judgment at crucial moments.

If guided wrong, she'll spend her life destined to be someone's pawn, surely ending up in the gutter; but if guided right...

Thus Ji Ming gave a light cough and softened his voice.

It's fine; knowing your mistake and correcting it is what matters—good things come after hardship, and on the path of growth one always stumbles.

After Eleanor recovered her composure, he stepped forward.

Let's go; every extra moment of delay could mean more casualties—we can't waste any more time.

Oh.

Eleanor hurried to catch up, but faintly heard a sentence.

I've rubbed many dog heads in my life, but I've never tried twisting one...

As the largest force within several miles, the core of the Faelor family is easy to find; a little inquiry reveals its location.

I don't know which nerve of theirs got twisted from reading novels, but their headquarters is actually a small chapel.

Of course, the enshrined deity is certainly not the orthodox Holy Light God or Forest God; it's a werewolf statue carved by a sculptor hired by Faelor, resembling themselves closely.

Not bad; their insight is high, they've learned the theological truth that Buddha does not save people—people must save themselves.

Actually, like relatively successful underworld forces in the real world, Faelor hasn't portrayed itself as a Death God or living King of Hell; instead, it has packaged its image to be very approachable.

They maintain order and suppress regional chaos, and during holidays they also provide relief to the villagers from the chapel.

Although the wool comes from the sheep—taking three units of blood and returning half—compared to the Inner City three families, who directly take four or five units of blood with no return at all, they are still much better.

Therefore, as the family chapel of a large charitable center, although daily security is tight, it is not exactly deserted.

Even following the simple logic that 'whoever feeds you is your parent,' townsfolk occasionally come to pray and then, full of gratitude, receive some black bread to fill their stomachs.

Thus, when Ji Ming passed through this intersection and saw that the small square before the chapel, already nearing noon, was empty of people, he immediately heightened his vigilance.

His eyes, hidden behind the mask, scanned the surroundings and finally settled on the chapel's roof.

There hung a naked woman, frozen to death by the cold wind, her blood-soaked legs swaying in the breeze like a sunshine doll.

Generous gift crab...

What's wrong?

Eleanor, whose face was similarly covered by cloth and whose hood was pulled especially low, also wanted to look up, but Ji Ming blocked her upward gaze with his hand.

Don't look; you'll have nightmares—I already regret it.

Just then, the chapel doors were pulled open, and two men in formal attire, clearly family enforcers, stepped out.

They instinctively opened their mouths to speak, but then recalled something before they could utter a sound.

They could only sigh helplessly, clench their teeth, and directly raise their fists to charge.

Their expressions were ferocious, their poses exaggerated, but their footwork showed clear restraint—intimidation outweighed attack.

Thus, having only dashed halfway, they felt their calves cramp, and with a 'pa‑xi' sound they both collapsed to the ground.

The man wearing a question‑mark mask walked over with his hands behind his back and spoke softly.

I am the backup left by Mr. Faelor, responsible for handling some internal family affairs after his disappearance. What happened here? Tell me.

Both of their faces changed.

Has the clan head not died?

Nobody wants to watch a lengthy cutscene before a boss fight, so Ji Ming didn't answer but threw out a line.

I only take money to get things done; this isn't within my job scope.

Could it be that the boss already knew something and hired a top‑notch professional assassin in advance?

The gang enforcers stopped questioning and instead spoke quickly.

That was a damned mastiff, it...

Hum!

But just as he began, the dark chapel interior suddenly emitted a string‑like resonance, an invisible wave rippling outward.

However, just as it was about to slash the throats of the two enforcers, Ji Ming took out a small gong and lightly struck it.

Clang!

In an instant, a bronze wall seemed to rise beside him; the sound waves striking it could only melt like spring thaw ice, leaving no trace.

The people inside Sheng Guang Jiao Tang seemed to disregard evil, and they harshly plucked the strings three times, yet all of this is futile before the Farewell Technique.

It didn't even require Ji Ming to finish the blow; the lingering force of that gong just now was enough to smooth and suppress this bizarre offensive.

Although the other three didn't know what had happened, the invisible pressure still made their hair stand on end.

The two thugs dared not waste any more time and hurriedly said,

"That bastard killed many clan members, brought a horde of ferocious beasts to seize the church, replaced the patriarch's statue, and wants us to worship a bizarre evil god!"

"Whoa, an evil god too, and they're going all out!"

It's truly a case of searching in vain only to find it comes effortlessly.

Ji Ming had only intended to force a favor from Fei Er Luo, but didn't expect such a payoff, so he asked further.

"Are there any other living people inside?"

"None. We're in charge of guarding the gate and driving people away, preventing anyone from entering the church and uncovering the truth..."

"Then you can leave first; leave this matter to me."

He hadn't shaken his fingers violently in the first place, so the two's calves had already returned to normal; hearing that, he quickly got up from the ground.

He was about to say something else, but seeing the assassin so composed, and the attendant beside him holding a mysterious box that likely contained a powerful weapon…

He relaxed, bowed, and offered a salute.

"Hero, please be extremely careful!"

Then they fled without hesitation, scrambling away.

Retracting his gaze, Ji Ming looked at the church's yawning dark doorway.

"Why does this feel like playing 'Battle of Shanghai Beach'?"

Whether it's the Battleship Cathedral or Sheng Guang Jiao Tang, like any religious building, its core décor and layout are clean, solemn, and subtly luxurious.

The original clan chapel should have been the same, but now…

The overturned, shattered seats, the holy water pool soaked in blood, and dismembered limbs scattered everywhere.

If it weren't for the cold weather, this place would already be reeking, and for some reason the chaotic corpses all lack heads.

One can only say Fei Er Luo handled everything exceptionally well; even though such a massive upheaval occurred within the clan, with so many dead, none of the three families in Inner City came to inspect this place.

Stepping inside, the church staff, clan members, and civilians who came to pray…

The "food" here piled up like a mountain, so the rotund ferocious dog didn't even bother with lean meat; it feasted greedily on the entrails in its belly.

Whether the frenzy stripped its external senses or the silky innards truly tasted that good, it's unclear.

It wasn't until Ji Ming approached that the ferocious dog finally reacted, turning to bark.

But when it opened its mouth, a steel bead the size of a fingertip flew in, piercing its solid skull through the soft mouth.

"No loud noise is allowed inside the church."

As the steel bead hit the ground with a muffled 'bang bang', the interior of the church suddenly erupted in noise.

Cats, dogs, snakes, birds…

Even among them were a few coyotes or leopard cats; dense red dots formed clusters, and countless ferocious creatures surged from the depths, charging at the two.

Seeing this, Ji Ming was still pondering whether to strike the gong or chant a talisman, but Ai Linuo had already drawn a staff from her bosom.

"Hmm, when did you hide it in there?"

Academy mages are rigid, but their strength lies in unleashing maximum power when confronting those who don't understand mages.

And to deal with such a profession that requires pre‑preparation to output full force, the best method is to strike when their guard is lowest.

But the opponent is both a physical threat and environmental intimidation, dragging things out, so the result can only be…

Under Ji Ming's astonished gaze, Ai Linuo swiftly muttered a spell, sweeping her staff horizontally, launching a Two‑ring Magic: Blazing Wave.

Even a madman knows fear and pain, especially beasts, who have an innate dread of flame.

With this move, the vast majority of creatures were ignited or driven away; only a few especially bold ones stepped through the fire and charged.

But what good is charging forward?

The brown‑yellow transparent shield had long been erected on the ground; their hard teeth biting it were no more than an egg striking stone.

Even if it shattered or cracked, it could not affect the Two‑ring Magic: Stone Pillar in the slightest.

What a brilliant attack‑defense connection!

Ji Ming may only know a few tricks, but with so many mages in the team, he asks when unsure and knows some basics.

At an apprentice level, being able to consecutively cast two Two‑ring Magics in such a short span, each perfectly suited to its situation, marks a truly genius, diligent caster.

He was about to grab a steel bead, transform into a human‑stone cannon to aid her, when the surrounding air grew colder; under the influence of mana, several ice arrows had already solidified mid‑air.

This is a variant of One‑ring Magic: Ice Arrow, called Two‑ring Magic: Ice Arrow Rain.

The downside is that, due to the sheer number, precise targeting is impossible; it can only roughly aim.

The upside is that, because of the volume, within a certain range it acts like a shotgun—no matter who you are, just spray and be done.

Moreover, for some reason, Ai Linuo summoned an especially large amount—over twice the normal Ice Arrow Rain.

Thus the remaining survivors hadn't realized what was happening before being riddled with ice arrows, turning into unlucky hedgehogs.

Is this stacking? A talent? Or a staff effect?

Ji Ming grew curious, about to probe Ai Linuo on how she did it, when he felt a chill again as dense ice arrows reappeared.

???

Not over yet!

One wave, two waves, three waves…

Like ranks of infantry on a battlefield, or a swarm of bees taking off.

Ai Linuo swept five successive rounds before barely halting the casting.

But looking at the battlefield already flooded with ice arrows, she turned anxiously and asked.

"Do you think it's enough? If not, I'll play it a few more times."

Seeing the purple magical light surge again on her staff, Ji Ming hurried to block it.

"Stop, stop, that's enough—if we keep going, I'm afraid the church will collapse!"

"Oh oh."

Then, using a Scorching Wave Technique to clear the obstacles, the two went deeper into the hall.

Because of its architectural nature, churches often have a basement; Fei Er Luo's is no different.

So, following the bloodstains and footprints, they quickly found a hidden door disguised as a bookshelf.

"Step back a bit, I'm about to release the Flame Blast Technique!"

"Don't, don't use magic to smash the door!"

Damn, am I being provoked? Why does everything I see make me think of using magic to blast a path!

Things related to magic are usually expensive, magic locks included; moreover, the cheaper ones tend to be showy but impractical, and only the local tycoons use them.

So, taking out the iron crowbar that can smash any mechanical lock, Ji Ming knocked around the hidden door and soon heard the crisp sound of metal being broken.

With fifteen points of qi and blood, they barely pushed open a gap, and the two entered the stairs leading to the basement.

——The author cutting off the chapter here is really too hateful!

Actually, the main part afterwards is a whole segment of plot; if we don't cut at the scene transition, there's nowhere to cut, QWQ.

Also, today a reader tipped fifty; it's expected that in the next few days there will be a day with a six-thousand tip.

Also, recently I've been basking in the sun in the afternoons, doing high-intensity stationary cycling in the evenings, and drinking Wahaha AD Calcium; I feel my condition has improved quite a bit, so……