Bang!
Bang!
Rod fired two shots in quick succession.
The first bullet accurately hit three Ungraded monsters inside the house. The True Silver Bullet passed through the bodies of two evil spirits and exploded in the third, the silver-infused shockwave directly killing all three creatures.
The second bullet struck a swarm of dark shapes outside the house—Grey Level monsters. As the dust of the battlefield, the most efficient way to deal with them was sweeping them aside, which was exactly what Rod did.
The precisely fired True Silver Bullet exploded in the center of the dark shapes, reducing more than twenty of them to ashes.
Dozens of fine black lines floated down from the sky.
"Weak Souls"
"Souls like Dust"
A small inco.
The key was that those two shots, in terms of strength, angle, and penetration, were all nothing short of perfect.
Hmph.
My spear skills have reached the realm of perfection.
Rod blew on the nonexistent smoke from the barrel of the Spirit Gun and jumped down from the rooftop with a cool flourish, only to stumble due to misjudging his strength.
Lauren’s mouth twitched from a great distance as he watched.
He had watched this youngster grow up. Indeed, he was extraordinarily talented, but there were always so quirks that made him seem not entirely reliable.
Maybe he was just too young. It was normal for young people to be a bit immature in so areas.
Lauren thought to himself.
"Are you going to buy or not?" the impatient black market rchant said, "Night is approaching, and it’s not safe here. I’m closing up."
Without changing expression, Lauren withdrew his tactical goggles, glanced over the rchandise—green mold powder, Dragon Hand Herb Essential Oil, Mist Crystal, Soul Crystal, and so contaminated Spirit Blood.
There was a bit of rule-breaking, but nothing serious.
Although most Fire Holders were within the Royal City system due to the diverse nature of Soul Traits and the strange Fire Sparks, the logistics departnt couldn’t cover the needs of every person, hence the free market.
So products didn’t quite fit with the Royal City’s values, but they were required by certain mbers. Paired with the special legions like Hunter Group, Night Watcher Corps, and Calier’s secret forces, the underground market also ca into existence.
These underground markets, skirting on the edges of law, usually had Doomsday Sect’s informants who were like flies that did anything for money, not worth exterminating.
To avoid suspicion, Lauren bought so Dragon Hand Herb Essential Oil, which was always used to mix poisons, restore the spirit, and also had aphrodisiac effects.
Seeing the purchase, the black market rchant imdiately took out a box of pills to peddle and tried to introduce so clients, but Lauren declined.
The rchant sullenly took a few coins and hastily packed up his goods and left.
This small, temporary black market soon emptied out. Most of these rchants were ordinary people who usually had so kind of talisman or weapon for self-defense, but business was about profit, and fighting was the last resort.
People did business that turned a profit; nobody engaged in a losing deal.
Hence, the location and timing of these small black markets had to be chosen carefully to avoid danger as much as possible.
As an Inspector for the Internal Affairs Court, Lauren was well acquainted with such matters and left along with the others present.
They quickly dispersed and vanished in the Black Fog, while Lauren changed into another set of clothes, transforming into a black market rchant, he set off for another market.
The other twelve operatives did similarly, lying in wait all over the Iron Ingot District to ensure that their bait wasn’t eaten prematurely and to assist him in completing the mission if necessary.
However, the latter seed no longer necessary.
Rod’s performance had taken everyone by surprise. Although they knew he was a special student, had taken part in many missions, and had killed dozens of Doomsday believers, he was still so young, barely over a month into his enrollnt, that no one was ntally prepared for the level of strength he displayed.
However, before they could marvel at his prowess, everyone felt a pang of distress—
His thod of combat far surpassed the limits of their imaginations. He didn’t use his powerful Characteristic or refined combat skills; typically, he detected monsters from a great distance, then drew his Spirit Gun and fired wildly. The expensive True Silver Bullets rained down on the monster horde like drops of rain, and the explosions bearing the True Silver Characteristic instantly wiped out most of the battlefield dust and weaker monsters.
If there were still monsters after that, he’d continue firing wildly while pulling out Thunder Stones and throwing them.
Based on the charging speed, his Spiritual Power Strength had already reached the standard of an official Combatant, but his endurance far surpassed that of ordinary personnel.
He fought battle after battle without resting, and there was no sign of him using Soul Red Crystals or taking any dicine.
Amidst the gloomy darkness of the iron bar district, the sound of gunfire, explosions, and flashes continued unabated.
In the Spiritual Energy communications, heavily disrupted by interference, exclamations and gasps also persistently continued.
"Captain Lauren, is this kid really that fierce?"
"Wow, he doesn’t forget to charge the Thunder Stones while rushing on his way, can Spiritual Energy be used like that?"
"He threw five Thunder Stones at once, is that really necessary for just a few dozen ungraded monsters?"
"Is this guy a fan of heavy firepower? Is he a follower of the Doomsday believer’s theory?"
"Captain Lauren, Captain Lauren, we are going to go bankrupt, he has used up our entire week’s reimbursent quota!"
Lauren’s face almost turned black.
In the last operation report, this wasn’t ntioned at all. Did he use the sa thod when he was carrying out the cleaning task in the sewers? Where did he get so much ammunition and supplies from?
Lauren felt like he had been duped by this kid, but at this point, there was no other choice—drawing out the Doomsday believers was the most important thing.
"Don’t worry, at most it’ll be a reimbursent of several thousand silver coins. Everyone focus on your tasks, don’t show any carelessness, and don’t let any traces of the Doomsday believers slip by."
With these words, the team mbers finally cald down. What they actually felt pained about was that these monsters could have been dealt with covertly by them, without the need to consu ammunition.
After years of resource scarcity, frugality had already beco their instinct.
Of course, Rod did not think the sa way. Safety was first, prudence and steadiness were essential to avoid disaster, especially in such a dangerous environnt. With his limited experience, lack of understanding of monsters, and insufficient knowledge about various mysteries and anomalies, as well as the Doomsday believers lurking around, being careless now would be courting death.
Who knew what abilities these monsters possessed? Wouldn’t they suddenly spring up and land a fatal blow on him?
There was only one Undying Spirit, and it would be best to save it if possible.
Therefore, Rod persisted with a combat strategy of fire bombardnt and fire suppression, which proved to be very effective. With the help of the Eye of the Soul, his hit rate was astonishingly high, and his destruction efficiency was also remarkable.
He swiftly completed his task, rescuing a total of fourteen people. Since he was not a professional Guardian adept at rescue protocols, Rod could only temporarily place them in the hos of nearby residents.
Unfortunately, six people had died, and Rod could only hastily dig a hole to bury them.
This crude thod of disposal caused Lauren and the others to frown. One team mber, after confirming that no one else was watching, dug up the bodies, sprinkled them with burning powder, and burnt them to ashes.
These ashes would be sent to the Guardian Fire so that their souls could return to the embrace of the fire. This was their custom; only those with heinous cris were not allowed this privilege.
If the bodies were simply buried underground or left in the Black Fog, they would 100% undergo corruption, turning into monsters, and those with actual physical forms would at least be Ungraded. If the bodies possessed so special characteristics, they could beco even stronger.
Hence, cremating the bodies was an absolutely necessary asure. Rod’s act of burying them directly was beyond comprehension.
But Rod did not have the ti to consider this much. In his view, within the vast, crowded, and dark streets, ripples from the Summoning Bell could be seen everywhere, signals of despair from the residents seeking help from their Guardians.
Rod had already deeply embraced the duty of a Guardian, which was not only about saving lives but also about saving a trendous amount of Humanity.
He suddenly realized that this situation was very likely to give rise to the Flower of Humanity.
"Flower of Humanity" was an extrely important material—the main ingredient in the "Resurrection Stone" was it along with the Resurrection Stone itself.
The conditions for its ergence were not clear, but judging from the last ti he had obtained it, it seed it required the conditions for acquiring Humanity to be intensified a thousandfold.
Saving people certainly had this potential.
So, Rod had almost no ti to study disposal thods. He rushed from one battle to the next, and in the thin, rolling Black Fog, the birth of monsters always happened particularly swiftly. Once monsters of Ungraded or above erged, they could pose a threat to the residents.
The lamps they carried contained only the afterglow split from the Guardian Fire, which was not very strong, and often dimd due to a lack of Fuel Elents. Recently, there had almost exclusively been Fog Days, the most common bad weather, which weakened the fire’s power and caused the lights to dim, making the monsters beco more active.
Other areas might not be so bad, but in the iron bar district where the Black Fog flowed, it was an outright nightmare.
Once night fell, the entire district beca extrely unsafe. Wandering monsters, upon discovering houses with dim lanterns, could launch an attack, shattering the lanterns, destroying hos, and killing all living, warm-blooded creatures.
Rod pushed his way through, and his Spirit Gun never stopped firing, even while he was on the move.
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