CH 96

Bang!

Bang!

Rode fired two shots in succession.

The first shot accurately hit three low-level monsters inside the house. After passing through the bodies of two evil spirits, the silver bullet exploded in the third evil spirit, killing all three monsters with the impact of the silver effect.

The second shot hit a group of shadows outside the house. These were gray-level monsters. As the dust on the battlefield, the most efficient way to deal with them was to eliminate them.

Rode's accurately shot silver bullet exploded in the center of the shadow, turning more than twenty shadows into ashes.

Dozens of thin black lines floated in the air.

3 [Weak Souls]

22 [Dust-like Souls]

A small income.

The key is that these two shots were perfect in terms of strength, angle, and depth.

Hmph.

My marksmanship has reached a state of perfection.

Rode blew away the nonexistent smoke from the barrel of his spirit gun, and gracefully jumped down from the roof. However, he lost control of his strength and fell.

Lauren, who was observing from a distance, twitched his mouth.

He had watched this little guy grow up, and he was indeed astonishingly talented, but there were always some areas where he was not quite right, and he didn't look very reliable.

Perhaps he was just too young. It was normal for young people to be a bit immature in some areas.

Lauren thought to himself.

"Do you want to buy it or not?" The black market merchant in front of him impatiently said, "It's almost nighttime, it's not safe here, I'm closing up."

Lauren calmly put away his tactical goggles and glanced at the merchant's goods: green mold powder, dragon hand grass essential oil, mist crystal, soul crystal, and some contaminated spirit blood.

There were some violations, but not serious ones.

Although most fire wielders were within the royal city system, due to the diverse nature of soul characteristics and the various types of fire, the logistics department could not meet the needs of all personnel. Therefore, a free market emerged.

It can be hard to make great work when its stolen from "pawread dot com".

Because some products did not conform to the values of the royal city but were still needed by some individuals, and with the existence of the Hunter Corps, the Night Watch Corps, and Calill's secret forces, the underground market was born.

These underground markets that operated on the edge of the law usually had the single-line intelligence of the Doomsday Sect. They were all flies that did things for money and did not need to be killed.

To avoid suspicion, Lauren bought some dragon hand grass essential oil. It was often used to neutralize toxins and restore energy, but it also had an aphrodisiac effect.

The black market merchant immediately took out a box of pills and started promoting them, and tried to introduce some customers, but Lauren refused.

The black market merchant reluctantly took a few coins and hurriedly packed up his goods and left.

This small temporary black market quickly emptied out. Most of these merchants were ordinary people. Although they usually had some charms or weapons to defend themselves, profit was the most important thing in business, and fighting was the last resort.

There were people who did the dirty work, but no one wanted to do the losing business.

Therefore, the location and time chosen by the small black market were carefully considered to avoid danger.

As the Chief Inspector of the Internal Affairs Adjudication Office, Lauren was familiar with all of this, and he left with the people present.

They quickly dispersed and disappeared into the black mist, while Lauren changed into another set of clothes and transformed into a black market merchant, heading to another black market.

The other twelve people did the same. They lurked in various parts of the Iron Ingot District, ensuring that their bait would not be eaten by others, and assisting him when necessary to complete the mission.

However, the latter seemed unnecessary.

Rode's performance exceeded everyone's expectations. Although they knew he was a special student and had participated in multiple missions, killing dozens of Doomsday Sect members, he was still too young. He had only been enrolled for a little over a month, and no one was mentally prepared for the strength he displayed.

But before they could be amazed, everyone felt a pang of pain—

His way of fighting far exceeded the limits they had imagined. He didn't use powerful abilities or exquisite combat skills. Usually, he could spot monsters from a distance and then shoot wildly with his spirit gun. Expensive silver bullets covered the group of monsters like raindrops, and the explosion with the silver effect instantly cleared most of the battlefield dust and weak monsters.

If there were still monsters at this time, he would continue shooting while taking out thunderstones to throw.

Judging from the charging speed, his spiritual power intensity had reached the level of a regular combatant, but his endurance far exceeded that of ordinary personnel.

He fought one battle after another without resting, and they never saw him use a soul red crystal or take any medicine.

Gunshots, explosions, and flashes continued in the gloomy and dark Iron Ingot District.

In the heavily disturbed spiritual communication, there were continuous sounds of astonishment and gasps.

"Captain Lauren, is this little guy so powerful?"

"Wow, he even charges the thunderstones while on the move. Can he use spiritual power like this?"

"He threw five thunderstones at once. Is it necessary for just a few dozen low-level monsters?"

"Is this guy a heavy artillery enthusiast? Is he a believer in the Theory of the Mad Sun?"

"Captain Lauren, Captain Lauren... We're going bankrupt! He used up our reimbursement quota for this week!"

Lauren's face turned dark.

It wasn't mentioned in the previous mission report. Did he use them like this when he was cleaning the sewer?

There was no reimbursement at that time. Where did he get so much ammunition and supplies?

Lauren felt that he had fallen into this kid's trap, but there was no other way now. The most important thing was to lure out the Doomsday Sect members.

"Don't worry, it's at most a few thousand silver coins in reimbursement. Everyone focus on the mission, don't reveal any flaws, and don't let the Doomsday Sect trace us."

After saying this, the team members quieted down. What they were actually worried about was that these monsters could be dealt with secretly by them without consuming ammunition.

After years of scarcity, frugality had become their instinct.

Of course, Rode didn't think this way. Safety was the top priority, and being cautious and steady was the essential element to avoid accidents, especially in such a dangerous environment. He had limited experience, little knowledge of monsters, mysteries, and anomalies, and with the Doomsday Sect lurking, even a slight carelessness could be fatal.

Who knew what abilities these monsters had? They might suddenly jump up and deliver a deadly blow.

There was only one Undying Spirit, and it was best to save it.

Therefore, Rode insisted on a strategy of bombardment and firepower suppression. The effect was very good. With the help of the Soul Eye, his hit rate was extremely high, and the destruction efficiency was astonishing.

The tasks at hand were quickly completed. A total of fourteen people were saved, but since they were not professional guardians and did not know the rescue procedures, Rode could only temporarily place them in nearby residents' homes.

Six people unfortunately died, and Rode could only dig a temporary pit to bury them.

Lauren and the others frowned at this crude disposal method. When no one else was watching, one of the team members dug up the bodies and sprinkled them with burning powder, turning them into ashes.

These ashes would be sent into the Guardian Fire, allowing their souls to return to the embrace of fire. This was their custom, except for those who committed heinous crimes.

If the bodies were buried directly underground or left in the black mist, they would definitely decay and turn into monsters. If the bodies had certain special properties, they would become even stronger.

Therefore, cremating the bodies was an absolute necessity, and Rode's act of burying them directly underground was unreasonable.

But Rode didn't have time to think about all this. In his vision, in this vast, crowded, and dark district, ripples of calling bells could be seen everywhere. These were desperate residents seeking help from their guardians.

Rode had deeply immersed himself in the duties of a guardian. It was not only about saving lives but also about a great deal of humanity.

He suddenly realized that this was very likely to produce the Flower of Humanity.

The "Flower of Humanity" was an extremely important material in the "Resurrection Stone." The most important main materials were it and the Resurrection Stone.

The conditions for its production were not clear, but based on the previous acquisition, it should be thousands of times stronger than the conditions for obtaining humanity.

Saving people obviously had this possibility.

So Rode had almost no time to study disposal methods. He went from one battle to another, and in the thin rolling black mist, monsters were born very quickly. Once a monster above the low-level appeared, it could pose a threat to the residents.

The light in their copper lamps was just the residual light separated from the Guardian Fire. These lights were not powerful and often became dim due to a lack of fuel. This period of time was almost all foggy days, which was the most common bad weather. The power of fire was weakened as a result, and the lights became dim, making the monsters more active.

Other areas might not be as bad, but in the Iron Ingot District where the black mist flowed, it was simply a nightmare.

Once it was nighttime, the entire district became very unsafe. Once wandering monsters discovered houses with dim lights, they might launch attacks, crush the copper lamps, destroy the houses, and kill any living beings with heat.

So Rode almost pushed his way through. Even while rushing, he never stopped shooting. Two hundred silver bullets were quickly used up, and Rode even took a few seconds to go to a dream and took out the remaining one hundred and ten silver bullets.

The flames and lightning along the way exploded, tearing the monsters apart.

The officials of the Iron Ingot District's Political Affairs Hall, the Defense Department's Defense Chief Gars, the guardians Gorman and Morin, and twenty members of the Defense Squad suddenly realized.

Their pressure had lessened.

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