Confused, she pushed herself up from the ground, took out a small silver bottle from her backpack and poured something into her mouth, while following the leader to run towards the tower. Behind her, three believers did the same.

She didn't realize that she could no longer hear the voices of her fellow sisters from afar.

……

Nie Weiyang put away the skull.

He returned to the observation deck with a cold expression.

"How long until nightfall?" he asked.

"15 minutes and 32 seconds," the host replied.

"According to your preset mechanism, what help can you provide me?" he asked again.

This time, the host computer no longer replied "No log recorded." Instead, it projected a light screen, drawing two clear, constantly changing routes on the map above, one purple and one green.

"The purple route is the primary placement path for units along the cordon, and the green route is the safe path," the clueless machine said. "The current planning proposal is from: [CSSS Special Tactical Planning Group Information Database during the Boundary War Period]. Identify the responsible unit and safeguard your own rights. Come on, Mr. Nie!"

My White Scar friends have already started trying to get me into White Scars but we Salamanders will never give in to the temptation of speed racing…!

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I forgot to set up automatic publishing for this chapter (sad

Chapter 79 "Everyone, you have drawn the lucky lottery"

Nie Weiyang glanced at the map. At first glance, the purple and green routes looked like clock hands circling the city. The purple route ran through the entire city like a main road, while the green route moved slowly, changing every moment.

Such quick route planning...

"Can't you tell me during the day?" Nie Weiyang suddenly asked.

The host was silent for a moment, then said, "The log is not..."

"Stop." Nie Weiyang waved his hand. "What can you say?"

The host was silent again.

After a few breaths, it suddenly spoke: "Why don't you just kill them? Do you want them to feel fear?"

"I just want the Spirit Messenger to be alive. Among this group of people, only the God-giver can protect her." Nie Weiyang said calmly, "For the Return Sect, the Spirit Messenger is very important. They rely on this profession to reduce the cost of communicating with the 'God'. So, even if she can no longer send messages for the time being, they will not kill her... She will return to her brothers and sisters."

The host, or rather, a massive database stored within it, its internal analog circuitry duly inquired, "And?"

This voice was emotionless, because the host indeed had no emotions, no intelligence, no self, and no 'manipulator behind the scenes'.

It simply makes judgments on phenomena within the limits allowed within the database through information comparison and logical deduction.

This should have developed into an AI technology, but as far as Nie Weiyang knew, there was no real "artificial intelligence" in the new world - this was not in line with the normal state of technological development, as if the previous civilization was deliberately avoiding the technology tree of intelligent machinery.

"No courier's letters can only be delivered to a specific person." Nie Weiyang said, "It would be foolish to design a profession with such huge restrictions in this way."

What he didn't say was that as the level increased, the pairing of Spirit Messengers would gradually no longer be restricted by bloodline.

This profession is difficult to kill. As long as there is no overpowered person like Nie Weiyang deliberately hunting her down, the female messenger is likely to survive to level 20. At that time, she will awaken a passive skill called "Wide Area Telepathy".

At that time... her emotions, her pain, her despair, will be seamlessly transmitted to all nearby spirit messengers, and even all those who are in the same spiritual connection with her!

"The information database simulates personality judgment. You're stalling until night. Your plan must be related to the 'cordon.' The information database simulates personality judgment. You're using the deterrent power of the 'cordon' to instill fear in your target. This fear will become an invisible bomb."

The host's emotionless voice tinged with admiration. "The records show a technique for applying high mental power: [Mind Bomb]—through some form of attack, you plant a psychological flaw in a powerful target, then detonate it when necessary, causing widespread damage to the target's surroundings. Is that correct? Okay, but how do you detonate it? Did you implant a mind fuse in her?"

There should be no information related to the Spirit Messenger in the host's database... Therefore, it made a wrong judgment.

Nie Weiyang didn't explain anything to it, but turned and walked towards the stairs: "When did I give you the illusion that I didn't implant the fuse in her?" he asked back.

——If you want to detonate a profession like the Spirit Messenger, the invisible mental bomb called the mental fuse must of course be buried.

He had to use his motorcycle to hit the target, not to show off his new car to the air, but to ensure that he approached the target fast enough to bury the mental fuse in the form of physical contact!

Amid the long silence of the host computer and the sudden increase in the sound of the fan rotation, Nie Weiyang walked down the stairs with silent steps.

With a long life experience on Earth as a foundation, most people nowadays would not be wary of the danger of "a motorcycle suddenly appears from the side on the top floor of a building hundreds of meters above the ground and sends them flying", because this is too ridiculous for a person's normal worldview.

On the contrary, some mentally ill people with unconventional thinking may develop this inexplicable vigilance, but there are mentally ill people among the regressive believers, and unconventional thinking is not the case.

A spiral staircase snaked through the empty tower. Nie Weiyang could hear the faint echo of the sound below: the chaotic footsteps of five individuals. They were climbing much faster than the first time, likely the leader accelerating the four. The soft, whispering chanting, strangely penetrating, pierced the two or three hundred meters to the top. The air within the tower swirled, the wind lifting the hem of Nie Weiyang's windbreaker. He narrowed his eyes slightly, his vibrator shield casting a spherical shield over his body.

He turned over and jumped down from the hollow of the spiral staircase!

"Crash—"

His windbreaker fluttered like a black flag. Nie Weiyang approached his target at breakneck speed, using his shield to slow him down a few floors above. A series of death-dealing "clang clang clang clang clang..." echoed, and the five members of the Return Sect on the stairs suddenly looked up.

A light clouded their vision.

In the darkness, a long sword carrying light came through the air!

"Crack!"

The accumulated kinetic energy gave the sword a powerful and devastating blow. The members of the Return Sect had already been badly injured, and even after drinking the liquid from the silver bottle and recovering considerably, two of them were still killed by this thunderous sword strike.

Blood splattered, severed limbs flew, and the breath of death surged. Nie Weiyang's eyes were like a vertical pupil bathed in blood, yet he still wore a bright smile:

"Everyone, you have drawn the lucky lottery--"

The young man landed on the ground, his body stained with blood, even half his face. The leader to his left roared, spewing out a massive gray spirit. He clutched a pendant, releasing smaller spirits. But the young man didn't hesitate, shielding himself from the attack with his light shield before turning and striking with his sword!

"Don't you want to collect it?" he asked.

Amidst the painful screams, the Spirit Messenger's right arm flew up with blood, spilling out warm blood like a broken water bag.

The fighting ability honed over twenty years, the perfect technique proven through countless battles, the killing instinct woven into every move, was fully manifested in this sword strike that felt like a greeting.

But this is so terrifying for a young spirit messenger.

“Ah…Ah!!!” she screamed. “My hand? My hand!”

In the panic brought by pain and blood loss, the Spirit Messenger raised his head, closed his eyes and shed tears as he let out a sharp, long howl from under his mask!

[You are affected by the skill [Calling Voice], forcibly deducting 500 health points.]

[[Spirit]-[Spirit] confrontation judgment in progress...Confrontation successful]

The damage was indeed quite high. Although this was not completely ineffective for Nie Weiyang's current health bar of 10,000, it was better than nothing, and even less than the damage of a high-altitude fall.

Nie Weiyang glanced at the Spirit Messenger, and in just one glance, his health bar had risen from '8385' to '8450'.

In the nighttime environment, with abundant energy and no continuous damage, the rapid recovery of vampire bloodline not only took effect but also had some benefits.

In just a breath, Nie Weiyang's health bar recovered by 65. This may not seem like much, but the recovery that takes effect all the time will accumulate to an astronomical figure.

Nie Weiyang didn't even look at the spirit messenger. He just used his shield to knock her off the railing and down the stairs.

He turned and looked at the leader of the Divine Gifters behind him. A two-meter-tall gray spirit blocked his way, obscuring his terrified eyes.

"Next time, don't tear down cameras wherever you go. You'll be exposed faster this way." Nie Weiyang chuckled. He was a true Christian who could do such a thing. His brain broke faster than the camera. "Oh... there won't be a next time for you."

The team leader gasped for breath as murderous intent as overwhelming as a mountain collapsing over him. He felt his entire body go numb and his spine stiffen. Even the strength to hide seemed to have disappeared.

This knight...why is he so scary?

—Are we in a fucking boss battle?!

Why not?

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Ah, I talked to the editor and decided to put it up for sale this Friday, which is tomorrow... But I've been so busy lately that I haven't written any drafts...!! Forget it, I'll just focus on writing for the next two days, and post as much as I can (...

It's not even the hottest time of the year yet...it's already so hot it's melting...

Chapter 80 Romantic Night

The spirit messenger is fleeing.

The setting sun was gathering its last rays, the stars were watching her from behind the night sky, the wind and clouds were smiling softly at her. She drank the last sip of the liquid from the silver bottle, the sweet taste of blood warming her body like a heat line running through her spine.

She could feel her broken bones mending and her bruised flesh repairing...

A miracle, she thought. This is a miracle.

Just a mouthful of melted blood from an ordinary person could have such an effect, and there was a whole pool of it in the cult's headquarters! She'd definitely be able to regenerate her limbs when she returned. At worst, she could just capture a few more ordinary people and throw them in. With so many people dying every day in these isolated settlements out there, she wouldn't be discovered! The church...the church would agree. She was so important, how could they possibly be rejected? That pool of blood was as big as her own swimming pool!

Home... The spirit messenger was almost in tears.

She wanted to go home. She wanted to go home more than ever. But where was home? She had no home since she and her sister had killed their parents with their own hands, asking them to make one last sacrifice for them.

No... no, she has a family.

Wherever her sister is, that is her home!

The Muslim sect’s headquarters, return to the Zhongzhou Bone Sacrifice Court!

She wants to go back!

At this moment, the girl was like an ordinary girl missing home. She staggered out of the city, wrapped in a layer of gray spirit. Those painful faces surged on her body, increasing her speed of movement and protecting her from external invasion. One of the women's faces had richer emotions, with resentment and regret.

She released a sports car from her backpack and landed it on the open ground - she was rich, she had been. Or rather, her parents had been rich, and the shadow of gold naturally extended to her and her sisters.

The spirit messenger got into the driver's seat and started the car skillfully, but found that the car did not respond.

She was stunned for a moment before realizing she hadn't struck a tinder—her right arm had vanished. The limb that had moved just now was merely an illusion.

The severe pain and the threat of death made her cry. But she couldn't stop, she had to escape from here, escape from that scary man in sunglasses!

In panic, the Spirit Messenger forcibly gathered a group of spirits and twisted them into a strangely twisted "arm". Pairs of painful and hateful eyes on them looked at her, like the starry night sky outside the window.

The sun set. The stars came to the stage, laughing, to watch this amusing escape. At the same time, a long chorus of alarms rose from the city, pulling each other up into the sky.

'beep------'

The Spirit Messenger froze. She slowly raised her head and looked ahead in disbelief.

Under the cover of night, the street lights emit a gentle light.

The teeth-grinding sound of mechanical shifting was heard, and huge four-legged land machines rose from the city. Among them, there were at least ten machines distributed on the street facing her.

The twenty-meter-tall steel hunters were like mountains, shattering the streetlights' light. They trailed long electric whips behind them, their backs to her and to the Voice of the City. The red searchlights slowly swept across the steel forest.

——'CSSS·Warning Line'.

This terrifying military weapon roaming in the new world, a monster that is extremely terrifying from its mechanism to its stats, a BOSS that has no record of being killed first, refreshed ten of them in front of her at once.