CH 42

"It's the psychic lock." Raisin said calmly.

"It seems that there are some special existences among the upcoming enemies. If we don't kill the spellcaster, we won't be able to leave." Rode instantly remembered the psychic lock that Lauren claimed to have used during their battle with the Doomsday Cultist, Bass, in the warehouse on Fire Hammer Street.

But Lauren had only made his lantern shine brightly and destroyed it, severely injuring Bass.

"Why don't we use the spirit lamp to light up the space..." Raisin looked at him somewhat surprised. "Rode, sometimes you don't act like a newcomer at all."

He tilted his head slightly. "We can't light up such a large space." His expression looked very calm, not panicked by the arrival of a strong enemy.

"Let's fight." Raisin took out a bottle of medicine from his waist, drank it all, poured a tube of blue powder into his mouth, and then took out a box of deep red powder and poured it all into his spirit lamp.

The spirit lamp instantly became bright.

Aeg and Karamon handed the same powder to Raisin, and they all poured it into a spirit lamp.

The light changed from bright to soft, with a yellowish flame and a white light burning in the wick, as if it was alive.

In Rode's sight, a powerful, warm, and life-sustaining fire ignited, emitting a power that was completely different from the cold, lifeless, and deathly breaths, repelling them.

"Only half a quarter of an hour." Aeg reminded them.

Raisin nodded and put his hand on the spirit lamp.

Rode clearly saw the powerful psychic energy emerging from the depths of his soul, flowing into the spirit lamp along the shining veins.

The flame in the spirit lamp became brighter.

"I'm going." Karamon clapped his hands, and a dazzling spiritual light flew into Raisin's body, making his whole soul bright.

Raisin paused for a moment, and then rushed forward like an arrow.

Aeg said, "Rode, stay here and don't come over no matter what happens."

The white mist lifted his small body and followed Raisin closely.

Karamon untied the long whip from his waist and followed.

Rode stood alone by the wall, and the frozen darkness blocked all their ways out. Even his soul's eye couldn't see through it.

The demonic creatures in the distance came quickly. As they bypassed the curved sewer, Rode saw the words floating on their souls.

Insane sinners.

Type: Cursed.

Instinct: Low.

Threat assessment: Medium.

Soul characteristics: Madness.

Danger: Staring too long will trigger a curse of madness.

They were a group of guys as thin as straw, but their heads were a tangled mass of constantly wriggling large intestines, about ten of them.

Then, a giant black crow appeared.

Evil Crow.

Type: Cursed.

Instinct: Low.

Threat assessment: High.

Soul characteristics: Psychic Lock.

Danger: When you see it, you won't be able to escape.This extremely deformed crow was completely rotten, with a body only the size of a pig, but its head was bigger than the entire carriage, and on its huge bird beak were six pairs of red-glowing eyes.

Rode shouted out the information he saw, ignoring the strange feeling in his heart, but the battle had already begun and they didn't have time to answer.

Raisin's psychic power boiled, and he fired all his weapons, sweeping rows of steel needles across the field, firmly holding the hatred of all the scarecrows and black crows.

The huge light emitted from the spirit lamp at his waist, like the sun, roasted them, and scattered flames kept igniting on them, making their movements slow.

Whenever the peripheral monsters tried to escape from the hated firelight, Raisin would fly over, sweeping with steel needles, chopping with swords, and hitting with shields.

And when they attacked him, he would immediately turn around, receiving heavy blows with his back, and the straw-like arms of the scarecrow hitting Raisin's broad back would cause no harm, but instead be pierced by the reflected steel needles.

Raisin moved around in the monster group, his broadsword and square shield dancing up and down, cutting off the heads of scarecrows and making their guts fly everywhere. He turned as smoothly as Dove chocolate, never letting any threatening attacks hit him head-on.

The only thing that could harm him was the black crow.

Its psychic power was one level higher than that of other monsters, and its huge bird beak could pierce through Raisin's defensive barrier on his back, and it was not afraid of steel needles, even those that looked very sharp, and could not even pierce its feathers.

After Raisin suffered a loss once, he no longer tangled with it and let Eg control it.

Although the black crow could break free from the white smoke in one or two seconds, this one delay was enough for Raisin to run far away, and he tauntingly threw steel needles at its face.

Although it could not cause any damage, it always aroused its hatred.

And the wound on Raisin's back quickly healed under Karamon's treatment. Although the whole battle looked dangerous, it was under control.

Rode's heart temporarily put down the stone, and he saw the monster's psychic power gradually weakening under the illumination of the firelight, and it was no longer able to suppress the flames burning on their bodies. Soon, the scene turned into dozens of fire people chasing after Raisin.

And Raisin would occasionally receive "psychic resonance" from Karamon. At this time, he would put his hand on the spirit lamp and inject psychic power into it, making the firelight flourish.

Under the strong light, the monsters' movements became even slower, and the flames on their bodies became more violent.

Only the black crow was not affected, and the firelight was extinguished on it in an instant, but there was white smoke constantly disturbing its movements, and it could never catch up with Raisin.

Although the scene was dangerous, it seemed to be under their control.

Rode thought that they should clear out all the scarecrows first and then turn back to deal with the black crow. It was a very reasonable tactic, especially with the help of the firelight, causing extensive damage to the scarecrows.

The only problem was that they had consumed a lot of energy dealing with the scarecrows, and they didn't know if they could defeat the black crow of the same level.No, I have to help them share some pressure.

Rode raised his gun and the spiritual power flowed into the gun stock once again.

Perhaps due to the frequent use of spiritual power, Rode felt a little tired mentally. The charging of the spiritual gun was slow, and it took about 8 seconds for the spiritual pressure gauge to reach full.

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But it didn't matter. Under the gaze of the soul, Rode accurately captured all the details on the battlefield, found the best time to shoot, and the real silver bullet hit the scarecrow that had just been hit hard.

At the moment when the soul waveform appeared chaotic, its spiritual power also appeared sluggish.

This was a flaw.

The real silver bullet accurately hit its disgusting brain, and the black bone marrow filled with spiritual power released all its energy. The huge explosion turned the scarecrow's head into powder.

The headless body swayed twice and then fell to the ground. Black flying ash rose from its body, representing its complete death.

The black line flew again, and a line of text appeared in Rode's eyes.

【Mad sinner's complete soul】

Huh?

Why is this different?

Doubt was buried in Rode's heart. He nervously watched the battlefield. Although he thought his timing was very good, the monster that was hit was on the edge of the battlefield, and the powerful black crow was bound by white smoke on the other side. Raisin was jumping into the air and releasing steel needles.

In theory, he should not cause too much disturbance, but he was a novice encountering this kind of battle for the first time, and he was a little afraid of being a hindrance.

Fortunately, the monster group was not disturbed, and Raisin was still slipping with the black crow while sweeping the scarecrows.

Aige was still emitting white smoke continuously, and Karamon kept throwing blue water waves from his long whip to heal the wounds on Raisin's body.

The fact that his teammates did not scold or warn him proved that his actions were approved.

Rode was filled with ecstasy for a moment. So many monsters, so many powerful souls, maybe even the third star had been lit up. He had only been in the academy for less than a month and had ignited three fire seeds. Maybe he had become a super genius that the Kimberly Academy produced once every hundred years. King Thalorian invited him to be a guest of honor, and he could marry a few more princesses. Even in such a dark and strange world, he could accept such a beautiful day.

Hahaha, my life has hope again, and I no longer have to suffer and worry every day.

The ecstasy did not affect his calmness. Rode raised his gun again and accurately found the second target.

With a gunshot, the second scarecrow was shattered on the spot.

【Small pieces of soul】

Tsk, is this because of luck?

Do I have a certain chance of obtaining a complete soul, or just fragments of a soul?

Was it just bad luck earlier?

Rode fired the third shot, and another scarecrow was blown up by him.

【Mad sinner's complete soul】

Haha.

Good luck.

A little bit of frustration was instantly dissipated by ecstasy.

Rode became a little bolder and fired the fourth and fifth shots at short intervals.【Small pieces of soul】

【Large pieces of soul】

It's okay.

Rode continued to charge, but his mind was clearly feeling tired. This was a sign of excessive use of spiritual energy. The charging of the spiritual gun also became very slow, and it hadn't been fully charged for more than ten seconds.

Rode was very anxious. These scarecrows had become very weak in soul under the roasting of the fire, and their spiritual energy had dimmed quite a bit. They were already surrounded by fierce flames and had almost completely turned into fire people.

Obviously, they couldn't hold on much longer.

If this continued, he wouldn't be able to defeat the boss.

Rode quickly took out the Red Transformation Powder from his pocket and swallowed it.

The crimson powder passed through his throat like chili and hit his stomach like a ball of fire. The powerful heat began to spread from his stomach to his limbs and bones.

His spirit burned again, and spiritual energy boiled up once more.

Good!

Rode made up his mind, and the powerful spiritual energy surged again, and the spiritual pressure meter soared.

Bang!

The sixth scarecrow turned to ashes.

【The complete soul of the insane sinner】

Good!

Rode was overjoyed. Taking advantage of the effect of the Red Transformation Powder, he continued to shoot wildly and blasted the remaining scarecrows one by one.

He obtained four 【small pieces of soul】, one 【large piece of soul】, and one 【complete soul of the insane sinner】.

Now, only the black crow was left on the field.

The pressure was greatly reduced.

But the spiritual energy of the three of them had been consumed by more than half, and they still couldn't be careless. They focused on dealing with the only remaining monster, but they didn't know when the spiritual energy lock had already failed. A strange figure quietly observed them from the top of the sewer.

Only Rode noticed that something was wrong.

As long as there was no obstruction, the range of the Soul Eye was very wide. He saw that figure clearly. He hung upside down like a bat, and his soul waveform was as low and deep as a tuba.

Unlike monsters, human souls always presented various complex and strange shapes.

And this one, he remembered.

The guardian of the Iron Cross district, the person called by their signal flare.

The guy with the half-iron mask.

Rode became nervous all of a sudden.

What's going on?