Chapter 1844 - 948: Gift_3

At this moment, within the mandala, as the indistinct figure seemed to gaze down at Baininger like lowered eyes, the Chosen One engulfed in flames stood rigidly in place.

It was as if an invisible hand was gripping his head.

"Hiss..."

His expression twitched repeatedly, arduously squeezing out a smile: "Ca-can we reconcile?"

Responding to him was a benevolent smile.

Even mercilessly...

Purification!!!

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In the distance, even though he'd already run to New Spring, Tian Shan could still hear Baininger's piercing screams, so sharp, so despairing...

Feeling his face wet, he wiped it with a hand, only to realize it was cold sweat.

Tian Shan breathed a sigh of relief, lingering fear remained.

Thought it was urine.

Lucky.

Then, he saw, on the street, two figures walking towards him step by step side by side.

A handsome young man with a long sword at his waist and a fox mask hanging, and a scruffy security guard rubbing his eyes as if he hadn't fully woken up.

Just as Tian Shan wanted to turn and flee wildly, a sharp sound reached his ears, as if an invisible blade was already against his neck.

"Could you please not move?"

The young man holding ice cream politely requested, "Otherwise, I might have to cut your legs off."

After all, being on the street, making a bloody mess would be hard to clean up.

Recently, New Spring was extremely busy, and the street cleaners were all a bunch of kids. Everyone worked hard and even treated him to ice cream; An Ran really didn't want to bring trouble to them.

Thus, Tian Shan froze in place, as if frozen.

Watched by those dark eyes, he lost all strength to resist, as tears and urine flowed unchecked, even as the young man's expression gradually turned stern, he couldn't control himself.

"This is left to you?"

The scruffy security guard tilted his head slightly to look at him.

"Hmm, Mr. Tang can go about his business, no need to mind me."

The young man politely smiled, nodded goodbye, and reminded, "Work hard!"

"... "

Tang Qian suddenly didn't want to speak, scratching his head, reminiscing about when Ji Jue only handed out money before... The work environment suddenly becoming so intense was really unbearable!

Ultimately, he helplessly waved his hand.

Disappeared at the street's end.

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"Ugh..."

Outside New Spring, in a residence, Huang Ming's body convulsed violently, exposed skin writhing like wings of bizarre insects fluttered.

Amidst color-changing scales and wings, faces on the wings twisted, as if laughing, as if grimacing, as if lips mouthed silent curses.

Severely wounded!

Countless chaotic thoughts surged from consciousness, nearly unable to suppress the urge to split.

Without needing a mirror, he could imagine how terrible his expression was now.

In the rebirth form of countless moths, caught off guard, directly took a full EMP shock of Ascension from Wulou Temple!

In just a moment, nearly torn to pieces...

Barely pieced his consciousness together, he managed to return to a backup body, but almost lost control, a little more and he might have fallen into Mutation.

But there was no time to enter deep sleep and repair consciousness. He forced himself to get up from bed, changed clothes, and climbed over the wall.

Following the planned escape route, he merged into the chaotic crowd.

While the full blockade and lockdown hadn't started.

Time was short!

Feeling the cold killing intent flowing on the street, he avoided the Coast's blockade, brushed past patrolmen, like a fish swimming, traversing alleys, narrowly escaping the lockdown zone.

Even far away, lingering fear remained, couldn't help but look back towards the Coast Park.

But saw nothing.

Only a white mist like a curtain, shrouding everything.

He stood dazedly.

For a while, he raised his head, looked forward... At the alley end, the long-waiting figure.

[Target guide completed, arrived at planned location, spiritual blockade completed, curtain partly opened]

Isis's words unfolded from the retinal projection: [Minister Lu, due to your request causing an increase in unplanned spiritual storage consumption by one point six percent.]

[Next time, hope you won't request such troublesome demands.]

"Hey, thanks, Isis."

Lu Feng waved casually: "If you need help with junior stuff, I'll lend a hand!"

Predictably, received no response.

Disdain to respond.

Lu Feng smoked, grinned casually, but eyes raised, filled with blood.

He glanced at Huang Ming and abruptly asked:

"... You set the bomb, didn't you?"

"..."

Huang Ming didn't speak, face twitching, twisted...

Moths forming the face kept flapping wings, chaotic disturbance, as if feeling the nearby crimson Fierce Flame.

Just like a volcano, surging endlessly from that man's body!

"Good."

Lu Feng nodded, smile even more expectant: "I have a gift for you."

Accompanied by his words, behind him, the giant-like Power Armor slowly unfolded its arms, weapon modules ejected from wrists.

Kinetic impact rod crackling, whipping the air. And the other hand's heat spear already glowing red, Flame Light rising.

"Next, you can choose one and put it in your mouth..."

Lu Feng enjoyed his 'expectant' expression, 'happy' laugh, "Don't be shy, both are yours, eat as long as you want!"

Boom!!!

Through the Paradise System's application and dispatch, a filled weapon box like an iron coffin descended from the sky, piercing the ground.

Spears, swords, halberds sprawled open like a fan.

Along with that, three-hour rest time, four percent plan total spiritual supply quota, and a preservation container specially for Heart Core-type consciousness.

Special Isis permission.