48 Hours a Day Novel Chapter 540 - I Called For Backup

Chapter 540 I Called For Backup

A look of surprise flashed across Justitia’s face. “Are you still going to fight

after knowing who I am?”

“Well, I’ve killed a similar guy before, and I don’t mind adding another na to the list,” replied Zhang Heng. “Are you referring to Pestilence from the Four Horsen of the Apocalypse? Did you kill him? How is that possible?!”

Justitia’s expression finally changed.

“If you tell

you killed other gods, I would have an easier ti believing you. The Four Horsen of the Apocalypse co from hell. No mortal can cause them any harm. Have a Grade-B or higher grade item that helped you restrain him?”

“You will soon find out the answer to that.”

Zhang Heng didn’t just stand there and wait for his opponent to take the first shot this ti. Justitia’s strength was probably higher than Pestilence, where she had demonstrated her ability to allow bullets to pass through her. It almost looked like she was hacking life itself. Zhang Heng knew that this ti, he had to be cautious.

He rarely struck first, but the Nepalese saber slashed an arc in the air, slicing directly into the goddess of justice’s chest. In Roman mythology, detailed descriptions of Justitia’s appearance and priesthood were recorded. However, her battle records were blank. It certainly didn’t an Zhang Heng took his opponent’s sword for a display piece. On her other hand, the scale was there to asure good and evil, and after she looked at it, it was ti she executed judgnt with her sword. She was neither the god of blacksmiths, nor was she a war goddess like Venus. The best thing Zhang Heng could right now was to end the battle before she could attack him. This ti, he went all out.

He had no intention to drag the battle.

On the other hand, Justitia stopped relying on her ability to resist damage. She was even swifter than him, but after sizing up her agility, Zhang Heng breathed a sigh of relief. Her movent speed was still within human limits, and he could make up for it with his Lv3 saber skill.

Including the battle with Pestilence at the hospital, this was the second ti he fought against a god. Zhang Heng also discovered so secrets, where there was a big difference in physical strength between different gods. In fact, so gods were no stronger than a mortal. Of course, each had their own bespoke ability. In a way, they were like enhanced versions of the agent.

Gods were different from the players-as long as a player completed a quest, they would grow to beco better. anwhile, the strength of the celestial beings was more uncertain, fluctuating over ti. As for ancient gods, especially those born ages ago, their strength had dropped drastically. Just like Black Sail’s ancient Celtic god, there was no news about her at all after the quest was completed. Zhang Heng even suspected that she must be dead.

The gods that were still alive had also contracted human diseases, such as the old man in the Tang suit, who loved sweets so much he got diabetes. Even Pestilence’s phone held many contacts of dical representatives

– He even had an appointnt with the hospital’s chairman to play tennis on Saturday. Ironically, it seed that a god was interested in improving his health.

As they quietly thrived among the mortals, few could actually tell the difference between them and the regular neighbors. Of course, when they decided a display of powers was in order, people would surely rember the legends tied to these beings. Justitia must have been working in the courthouse for a long ti now, and her muscles hadn’t been oiled much. Nonetheless, she managed to escape most of Zhang Heng’s attacks with only her bare feet. After the battle with Zhang Heng ensued for a while, she retreated to the corridor’s end.

Justitia frowned, finally drawing out the sword on her waist.

“Condemnation!”

Justitia chuckled softly, and a ball of golden holy light appeared on the sword. Before he knew it, Zhang Heng’s blade collided with the sword.

The next second, Zhang Heng discovered that he had already left the small hotel’s corridor and was now standing on a grass patch. Justitia was nowhere to be found.

Had it all been an illusion?

As Zhang Heng’s eyes fell upon a person not far away from him, he imdiately retracted that thought.

“Are you the one that ssed with ?”

The Tang suited elderly uncle had a straw hat and rubber shoes on, looking as if he was going fishing. Half a year had passed since they last t.

He sneezed as a cold gust of wind blew, complaining, “You think I wanted to do that? Why did you provoke that woman? If I didn’t stop the ti and bring you out, you would have been killed!”

Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows. “I would have been killed by her?”

“Well, it’s possible you are powerful enough to kill her. But what’s the point? It’s the 21st century now. The Second World War has ended for more than 70 years. Don’t bring yourself down by talking about killing all the ti. What she does has nothing to do with you.”

“I owe Shen Xixi and her team a favor,” said Zhang Heng.

The old man opened a bag of QQ candies and poured a whole bunch of them into his mouth, “They can’t die anyway. You can make her pay next ti.”

“These have nothing to do with you. Why so worried?” asked Zhang Heng, his eyes darting around his surroundings curiously, trying hard to determine where he was. Almost all grasslands looked the sa at night. And not a soul was in sight, which wasn’t good news.

“Stop looking around. We are on a dam now,” said the old man in the Tang suit with a shrug. “When you go back, the battle over there should be over. Also, you are my agent. Of course, I have to take care of you.”

The old man made it sound reasonable, but Zhang Heng didn’t appear to appreciate the gesture very much. He had beco increasingly suspicious of him ever since he discovered that his parents and the old man knew each other for a long ti. 17 years ago, they were all in the sa expedition, and it was very likely that he had seen him at that ti.

Whatever Zhang Heng was investigating most likely had a lot to do with the old man. Zhang Heng was wary of him when they first t but he didn’t ask much. The old man in the Tang suit seed unaware of it and complained about the mosquitoes in the grassland.

Zhang Heng ignored him and walked to the Volvo nearby, the car that the old man must have driven him here with. When the fuel tank was checked, he found out it to be devoid of gas.

“The nearest hostay is 20 kiloters away,” the old man kindly reminded Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng was a little speechless. “Then how are you going back?”

“I have called backup to co and get

in about two hours. Want to co with ?”