As soon as he finished speaking, several Night Doctors, with extrely practiced movents, quickly pulled out one small secret technique chanical device after another from their robes and swiftly installed them on the ground.
Then ca the teleportation device, the beacon device, the entire operation taking almost less than two seconds.
And then in the very next mont.
The secret technique devices inscribed on the teleportation apparatus lit up one after another.
Right before Lynn's bewildered gaze, one Plague Doctor Night Doctor after another, clad in power armor and fully chanized, walked out of the teleportation magic circle, dropping down like dumplings into boiling water, *whoosh whoosh whoosh*.
The mont they appeared, they imdiately began constructing a defensive position within the Main Hall.
*Clack clack clack clack—*
Accompanied by chanical sounds, the devices on their bodies rapidly unfolded, one chanical turret after another being completed at an unimaginable speed.
Five Anti-chanism Night Doctors ard to the teeth, holding firearms, swiftly surrounded Lynn, protecting him in the center.
Then ca the energy shields.
Signal jamrs.
Anti-Evil Spirit detectors.
Et cetera, et cetera.
Various defensive devices, as if they were free, monitored and protected the surroundings so tightly that not even a drop of water could leak through.
The remaining Anti-chanism Night Doctors in power armor also imdiately joined the group beating of the Wanderer, their guns thrusting through gaps in the crowd, pulling the triggers and opening fire inside.
*Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat—*
Precise grenades, one after another, flew wildly around the Main Hall, *whoosh whoosh whoosh*, then landed on the group-beaten Wanderer with serpentine-like movent from above.
*Boom—*
But thanks to the special Anti-chanism energy shields, the shockwaves of the explosions were almost perfectly contained on the Wanderer's body.
Lynn was completely dumbfounded.
Although he knew Sir Aiwen definitely was...
And the Night Doctor from just now stood straight at attention and turned around.
He strode up to Lynn.
Snapped to attention.
Saluted.
Shouted loudly.
"All Enforcers of Night Patrol Squad 23 reporting to you, sir! We have received orders from Veteran Aiwen to provide you with the highest level of twenty-four-hour, all-weather, dead-angle protection for the duration of your stay in Nightfall City! Awaiting your orders!"
"Anti-chanism—Night Doctor Cluster—Nightfall City Special Defense Force—Receiving Veteran Aiwen's command—Providing you with highest priority protection."
Another chanical, synthesized voice, broken and intermittent, ca from within the power-armored chanical Night Doctor.
Lynn stared wide-eyed.
And behind them.
Stun batons and grenades flew wildly, fists, feet, and bullets danced, soone was still continuously jump-smashing the head, and the Wanderer's miserable screams echoed in waves.
From their appearance to the completion of the defensive position, it hadn't even taken thirty seconds in total.
And although Lynn knew Sir Aiwen would definitely provide him with so protection, he hadn't expected Sir Aiwen to be truly serious, not just saying it casually. If he said to rest assured, then he could definitely rest assured.
"Uh..."
Lynn broke out in a cold sweat and could only step forward to shake hands with the two squad leaders one by one.
He knew he had to say sothing, but for a mont, he didn't know what to say, so in the end, it could only be condensed into that phrase...
"Comrades, you've worked hard."
The two Night Doctor squad leaders imdiately snapped to attention, their backs ramrod straight, disciplined and strict, and said loudly:
"This is our duty! Within the sphere of influence of Nightfall City, allowing you to suffer any threat or harm would be our serious dereliction of duty. We will do our utmost to protect your safety!"
Lynn was drenched in sweat. He glanced back at the still ongoing, grenade-flying group-beating operation, (￣ω￣;
) and said:
"You're not going to beat him to death, are you?"
The Night Doctor squad leader snapped to attention and saluted, shouting, "Reporting, Good Doctor, sir! As the ard force of Nightfall City, every one of our mbers is a staunch defender of the Night Doctor philosophy. We protect! We redeem! We heal! We have all undergone rigorous training, so we will not beat anyone to death!"
The Anti-chanism Night Doctor beside him chanically added:
"Anti-chanism Unit—currently also has no record of beating anyone to death—we are a professional Night Doctor cluster—we will conduct physical enlightennt on the target right up to the red line before death—never crossing that line one step—"
Lynn: "..."
As expected of the Night Doctor ard forces specializing in defense and protection work.
Truly professional.
If they say they won't beat you to death, they definitely won't, stopping right at the line, holding it perfectly.
Lynn broke out in a cold sweat, turned sideways, and took another look at the Wanderer being group-beaten and bombarded behind him.
"You're usually this ruthless? It's been ten minutes, and that warrior's jump-smashing doesn't seem to have stopped..."
"Reporting, Good Doctor, sir!" The squad leader stepped forward and said loudly, "As defenders of the Night Doctors, we have no goodwill whatsoever towards despicable Plague Doctors and their lackeys!"
Lynn: "..."
In other words, there's a bit of personal grudge and individual emotion mixed in there.
No wonder that warrior has been jump-smashing so enthusiastically.
But indeed, since he encountered an assassination attempt by Plague Doctors in Nightfall City, for the defense personnel, that was truly a slap in their face, sothing they definitely couldn't tolerate.
Probably during this recent period, every ard Night Doctor in the city has been holding back a surge of anger, just waiting for sothing to jump out so they can go all out and beat the crap out of it.
And as luck would have it.
The Wanderer just happened to bump into the gun's barrel at this very mont.
"Alright, alright! Stop beating him for now."
Lynn raised his hand, hurriedly sweating and said:
"This gentleman has so personal issues with , he's not a Plague Doctor accomplice. A casual beating to make a point is enough. You all go back first, no need for such a massive operation. It's a bit inappropriate to bring turrets to this small place..."
"And that brother over there, stop the jump-smash critical hits. You've been jump-smashing for ten minutes;
his head is about to be smashed to pulp!"
"And, stop firing the grenades, *bang bang bang*. Although I know they have auto-tracking, hitting the flowers and plants isn't good either!"
Finally.
Under Lynn's persuasion, those dozens of Night Doctors, rolling up their sleeves and holding stun batons, who were enlightening the Wanderer, reluctantly stopped their actions.
Lynn's liver trembled as he glanced at the Wanderer lying there, twisted into a dazed lump. His disheveled appearance was like a young maiden who had just suffered repeated ravaging by dozens of burly n.
Completely, utterly, thoroughly broken.
*Crackle pop—*
Sparks crackled from his body.
Clearly, he was not doing too well.
"Fall in!"
"Eyes right!"
*Whoosh whoosh whoosh—*
Following a loud shout, the Night Doctor ard squad and the Anti-chanism cluster neatly lined up in formation.
The squad leader snapped to attention, turned, saluted Lynn, and said loudly:
"Good Doctor, sir! The Anti-chanism cluster squad and Night Patrol squad have assembled! Including us, thirty-one squads will provide you with twenty-four-hour, all-directional, dead-angle protection. Awaiting your orders!"
Lynn (￣ω￣;
) said, "Comrades, you've worked... uh, you can go back first. I'll handle things here."
"Yes! Following your command!"
The squad leader imdiately turned around and shouted:
"Retreat!"
Then, under Lynn's watchful eye, the deployed chanical turrets and devices were swiftly retracted one after another. One chanical Night Doctor after another disappeared into the teleportation magic circle. The Plague Doctor Night Doctors of the Night Patrol squad also swiftly, like ghosts, marched in orderly strides, passing through the walls.
They ca fast, and left just as fast.
Lynn wiped his forehead with a sweat and turned around, squatting in front of the Wanderer. He sighed as he tried to fit his scattered parts back in, sighing:
"I already told you I wasn't showing off, why wouldn't you listen to advice? When you were my patient, I could still protect you, but you just had to take action against . Now look, you took this physical enlightennt for nothing..."
"Originally a level two minor injury, you stubbornly turned it into a level nine severe disability. Tell , who are you going to go to for justice?"
The Wanderer lay there with a vacant stare, two streams of oil uncontrollably flowing out.
Lynn sighed and said:
"But after all, I am a White-robed Angel. I can't bear to see others injured. You've lost so many parts;
it makes my heart ache faintly. How about this, you get your little money ready, and I'll perform an operation on you."
"Don't worry, I'm quite well-versed in chanics too."
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