Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!
Five consecutive gunshots rang out as the wielder of the six-chamber revolver fired all his bullets without reservation.
Similarly, sword flashes streaked continuously in front of Patricia.
The cold gleam danced in the air, and without fail, deflected every bullet as she looked at her opponent with icy eyes, with no intention of stopping her hand.
As she deflected the last bullet, her sword blade imdiately swept sideways toward the man in front of her.
—However, this ti the situation changed.
As he watched the silver light of the blade slash at him, the cultist magician in the darkness did not show shock or fear.
Instead, a cruel and crazy smile appeared on his low-set face.
"..."
"Die!"
Realizing sothing was amiss, Patricia instantly stepped back two paces.
At the sa ti, Ronald, who had been protected behind the girl all along, stepped forward.
Boom—
The next second, the body of the cultist magician exploded violently.
A mix of red-black flesh and green blood splattered everywhere; pieces of broken bones shot out like a sudden downpour, leaving no safe place in the vicinity of the explosion’s epicenter.
At first glance, it looked like a grueso firework made of flesh and blood, bursting open in the courtyard.
The snow that had accumulated was blown into a white fog by the sudden explosion, with most of it dissolving into a gas tainted by the filth of flesh and blood.
The danger of this substance was obvious.
At this mont, only a shelter unaffected by the blast remained in the direction facing the basent entrance.
That was the black fog pulled out by Ronald.
At the critical mont, he decisively stepped forward and used the black fog ford by the power of original sin to shield them.
Although this kind of black fog couldn’t block violent physical impacts,
It was sowhat effective against mystical side properties.
Wrapped layer by layer, it ultimately spared them from the harm of this onslaught.
Feeling the commotion around him dying down, Ronald withdrew the black fog and couldn’t help but ask,
"Can all these cultist magicians pull off this self-destruct trick?"
"It depends on the school,"
Patricia shook her head as if to shake off so dirty substance, and waved the thin sword in her hand, "The more common cultist magicians aren’t crazy enough to go for self-destruction right off the bat."
Hum—
Suddenly, a faint buzzing sound ca from the ground.
Ronald and Patricia looked over at the sa ti, and their expressions changed drastically.
The cultist who had self-destructed had initially pretended to surrender, throwing up a ’school emblem.’
And now, the tal plaque lay lonely on the ground, vibrating on its own accord.
Accompanying the vibration, a faint white light also emanated from it.
Clang—
Without any hesitation.
This ti Ronald didn’t even have ti to shield with black fog before Patricia took preemptive action.
Due to the distance being sowhat far, she simply threw her thin sword.
The silver-white blade flew from her hand like lightning, nailing the ’school emblem’ squarely in the center and even driving several centiters deep into the ground.
Snap—
Under their watchful eyes.
The thin sword planted askew in the ground, the pierced ’school emblem’ split into two halves from the middle.
No more anomalies from before.
"..."
Seeing the ’school emblem’ lose its response after being physically destroyed, Patricia walked over to pull out her thin sword.
She was still in the midst of battle and had no intention of fighting others barehanded.
However, just then, a voice suddenly rose from beyond the enclosing wall.
"Mr. Huo Mu, are you there?"
"I heard so disturbances from your place, is everything alright?"
"Mr. Huo Mu...?"
Dammit!
Ronald and Patricia’s eyes simultaneously darkened.
The noise from the recent battle was indeed significant, and though it was night, it wasn’t the ti when every household had locked their doors and gone to sleep.
So, naturally, the neighbors next door beca aware of the disturbance.
And had co over to investigate the situation!
Under normal circumstances, those from the world of the mysterious would strictly adhere to their rules, not involving ordinary people in their affairs.
But for those in the cellar right now, they faced a crisis concerning life and death!
Could they expect this group of cultist magicians to quietly continue their deception?
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter—
Speaking of the devil.
Although the original battle plan of the cultist magicians was unknown,
now with ordinary people knocking at the door, they certainly didn’t mind exploiting such an opportune mont.
Accompanied by the approaching footsteps, a man dressed in a brown coat and wearing a wide-brimd hat stepped forward.
—The standard attire of an investigator.
Considering the ’betrayal’ power absorbed earlier, Ronald didn’t even need to guess to understand that the man before him was a mole implanted within the Bureau of Investigation.
Otherwise, it wouldn’t be the cultist magicians betraying their peers and turning to the Bureau, right?
The driver of the rental carriage outside had yet to show any sign of his whereabouts!
A few breaths passed, and not only the person branded with the sin of ’Fury’ was carried out by them, but the others also erged from the cellar in sequence.
Aside from one slain by Patricia with a single strike, one who self-destructed, and one unconscious,
behind the man dressed as an investigator, a woman and another man followed, the unconscious man simply hoisted upon the forr’s shoulder.
"..."
The snowflakes continued to fall, unconcerned, slowly starting to obscure the traces of the previous battle.
Although it was hard to see the expressions of the others in the darkness of night,
from within the shadows, Ronald felt the smile of the rebellious investigator turned towards them.
Then, from beyond the wall, the voice rang out again:
"Mr. Huo Mu?"
"I am here."
This ti, the man dressed as an investigator directly answered the person outside:
"Is that you, Mr. Thomas?"
"Indeed, I heard so commotion here."
"My family has soone injured, we’re just about to go to the hospital!"
While loudly conversing with the person outside, the man dressed as an investigator also displayed the distinctive emblem of the Bureau’s school in plain sight.
Subsequently, he whispered:
"Both of you, I know you’re not from the Bureau."
"Why persist here in a fight to the death?"
"I volunteer to bind myself and be your captive, a betrayer of the Bureau is worth far more than a few cultist magicians, and it won’t break the secrecy policy either."
As he spoke, he waved his hand.
"Take the people with you on the carriage and leave. Don’t co back to Greed anymore."
The man dressed as an investigator stood in front, and the two behind him imdiately dragged their companion out.
The exchange between them and the residents could soon be heard from beyond the wall.
Watching Ronald and Patricia, who stood motionless as if tacitly approving his actions,
the man dressed as an investigator felt confident in his triumph and so he smiled.
If these people managed to escape, their plan would be deed a success.
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