He took a deep breath, seemingly suppressing the emotions inside him, then suddenly leaped up.
In an instant, a fierce flash burst forth from him, which blinded the clown just as it did him. At the sa ti, nearly a hundred ard Autonomous Units rose up on both sides of the alley. Their cold light glead, gun barrels were lowered, and the red light of the aiming devices flashed. Bullets, like a violent storm, poured out, striking the enemy, the silver Enchanted Bullets continuously piercing and ripping through him.
[Kindness requires even stronger power to support it; otherwise, it becos rely a hypocritical lie and an escape.]
Regarding the precept of that highness, the organization always rembered, concentrating superior forces to fully strike against evildoers, unrelentingly and with the ntality of a gambler seeking victory.
The reason he talked so much before was not to explain anything to the villains, but to buy ti for the Autonomous Units to get into position and create a tactical advantage.
A few seconds later, the gunfire ceased, and the gun barrels of these Autonomous Units smoked as they cooled down.
On the ground inside the alley, the previously frenzied clown lay on the ground, his body almost in pieces, riddled with densely packed bullet holes like a wasp's nest, his blood dried up by the Enchanted Bullets, and the ground littered with many bullet fragnts and lted residues, emitting a faint heat.
From midair, looking down at the scene, the man in the gray T-shirt carefully examined the details before slowly walking over. He took out the remaining photographs in his pocket and scattered them over the opponent. A simple search would reveal their origin, and then he would inform the police of the man's identity.
"May Silver Star fall from here." He clenched his fist and lightly tapped his chest, then stood up and looked up at the starry sky.
In this way, he once again completed a mission, eliminating sothing that sullied the world.
Doing this brought no reward, but he still willingly risked his life to act, all to adhere to his ideals.
Each mission completed brought a special peace and a faint satisfaction to his heart, as if that's how the world should be.
After composing himself, as he was about to leave, he suddenly felt a tight grasp on his ankle, a hand firmly gripping his trouser leg.
What is this!? He was startled and then instinctively pulled out his Light Saber.
With a hum, the Light Saber flashed and swung down, severing a hand directly.
But it did not end there. The clown, who had been almost shattered and torn appeared to fill and grow again, sticking together like putty and re-assembling.
This phenonon was simply a breakthrough in mainstream knowledge; that even completely shattered brains could still resurrect.
Despite being shocked, the man in the T-shirt reacted swiftly. He rapidly retreated and then pressed his earpiece communicator to coordinate with his teammates tonight.
"The opponent has resurrected again, and his resurrection ability is bizarre, beyond imagination."
"Received, monitoring the situation with Autonomous Units, starting to deploy backup forces." ca the unchanged voice through the earpiece.
The previously ceased Autonomous Units opened fire again, furiously firing the remainder of their bullets. This ti the opponent was prepared. He rapidly twisted and ran, dodging most of the bullets. The Autonomous Units, with bullets exhausted, could only cease fire.
"Hehehe~"
As if losing consciousness and rely acting on instinct, the clown, dragging his body, charged towards the man in the gray T-shirt with an eerie speed.
The Light Saber swung, the crossing arcs of the blade cutting through the purplish-red figure rushing towards him, and then a mass of flesh fell on the T-shirt man's head, wet with a slightly sweet and nauseating sll.
Blood stread down his face as he grasped a chunk of flesh and ripped it off, by then several buds had already sprouted from the flesh, their flailing appearance exceptionally horrifying.
He desperately retreated, but his opponent relentlessly pursued him, slashing repeatedly and finally chopped the flesh into small pieces, buying so ti.
Frowning at the squirming blood and flesh before him, the T-shirt clad man pressed a button on his wristband, and then a special potion stored in the band was injected into his body through a needle.
Soon, a pallid fla arose from him, the Holy Fla of the Radiant Feather Sequence, which strongly suppressed Soul Forms and tainted monsters.
He advanced again, slicing through the gathered flesh with his sword, then let the Holy Fla burst forth, continuously burning it into ashes.
Thus, until several minutes later, all the flesh in the alley was burned clean.
Looking slightly pale, he cautiously scanned the area again, confirming every detail and looking for any possible leftover chunks of flesh.
"Behind you!" Suddenly, a warning sound ca through the earpiece, but he couldn't turn around in ti, as a tentacle tightly wrapped around his neck, lifting him up.
Without leverage from the ground, the man with no displacent ability could only desperately struggle with the tentacle around his neck, but his Magic Power had been largely depleted, unable to exert much strength.
Steeling his heart, pale fierce flas ignited again on his body, burning the entwining tentacle.
This elicited a sort of hoarse roar from the creature, and even though the tentacle withered from the burning, it quickly healed itself, seemingly resisting the damage.
How could this be, struggling, the man turned his head and finally saw the situation behind him.
The schoolboy he had saved and the gang's lackeys had now beco part of that flesh monster, and the flesh monster on the ground had four roving eyeballs on its surface, observing the man in mid-air from different angles.
Suddenly, the flesh monster on the ground transford a tentacle into a flesh spike that pierced through the man's body, stabbing into his abdon.
Amidst excruciating pain, the man felt a numbness spreading from his abdon, nearly watching helplessly as the flesh tentacle infected and devoured his body.
"This..." Even though a slight fear was arising in his heart at this mont, he finally rembered sothing.
"Can you still hear speak?"
"Communications received, please state your last words promptly." The young woman's voice through the earpiece remained cool and professional.
"The opponent has not only used a forbidden special potion but has also modified themselves, and I suspect that the so-called 'Clown' is just a disguised persona, behind which lies a complete organization, with multiple 'Clowns' existing."
"This genetic modification is not rely for altering but also has so assimilating effects, extrely similar to the 'Bloodworm Type' from the Fifth Epoch. The opponent must have used genetic segnts from the 'Bloodworm Type' because as I'm being devoured, even my spirit begins to corrode, producing hallucinations."
"Received, information recorded, 'Grey Mountain' senior, may you find peace." Finally, there was a tremor in the woman's voice from the earpiece.
These younger generations are indeed young, if it were , I definitely wouldn't cry, the man thought, then intense pallid flas ignited on his body once more, burning continuously.
In the far-off sky, the carp-shaped airship adding to the festive atmosphere continued to advance slowly, occasional fireworks rising and blooming in the night sky, with light rain falling, only a few hundred ters away on the street, where people were laughing and touring the night scenery, an atmosphere of peace and tranquility.
anwhile, in this cold and quiet alley, the lonely pallid flas burned, exceptionally silent.
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