When Elias heard the threat that called him out by name.
His gaze pierced through the cold, thin mist permeating the cemetery.
It landed accurately on that young man’s face.
Fortunately, the dream demon hadn't helped him swap the character's face.
The memory outlines that had been somewhat blurry merged completely the moment he saw that face clearly.
“Isn't that the kid who was stakeout outside the Golden Rose Hotel?”
Deep in his mind.
Old Ed also spoke with a hint of surprise.
“How is it that these days, everyone has a hidden identity?”
“What do you think?”
Old Ed asked through the mental channel.
“Who is this guy?”
Elias kept a relatively safe distance, carefully scrutinizing the living corpse that stood motionless not far from him after climbing up.
It was Finn, who had been the squad leader just a second ago.
“Either Mist Veil Society,”
Elias calmly performed a process of elimination in his mind.
“Or...”
He paused, his tone revealing a sense of helplessness.
“Who knows?”
He looked away.
Casting his gaze past Finn, he looked toward the group of trapped investigators further away.
“This guy knew from the very beginning that I was the one who played him at the Golden Rose Hotel,” Elias analyzed to Old Ed in his mind.
“It's unclear who he really is right now.”
“Meaning, whether he belongs to the Mist Veil Society or some other underground organization.”
Elias’s eyes turned cold.
“It just shows that the damn Seventh Agency has long been infiltrated into a sieve.”
“For a guy like this to be mixed into the grassroots teams,”
He made his final deduction.
“It means there must be others at higher levels providing him cover.”
This was a total game of moles.
While Elias and Old Ed were rapidly exchanging information in their minds.
Luke, in the distance.
He gazed at Elias, who stood silently by the edge of the grave pit.
Seeing the other party’s silent posture.
Luke naturally assumed that his previous words had stunned the man.
He let out a cold laugh.
And immediately pressed his advantage.
“Wait.”
Luke gripped his sword and called out across the distance.
“You didn't really think I believed it, did you?”
He shouted mockingly at Elias, his tone full of the pride of someone who had seen through everything.
“However, regarding that...”
Luke suddenly turned his head.
“My stupid partner, on the other hand, believed it wholeheartedly!”
He drawled out the words.
“Am I right?”
“Henry?”
As he spoke.
He looked at his “good partner” with a playful gaze—the man who was currently glaring at him with bloodshot eyes.
“Are you always this familiar with people?”
Elias shouted back from afar without showing any weakness.
His voice was full of impatience.
“Are we even acquainted?”
He spread his hands.
“Why are you keeping me here?”
Elias frowned and argued loudly.
“You mentioned that ‘One Piece’ thing, but I never even took it!”
That was what was inside John’s stomach; he hadn't even touched the edge of it.
He wasn't about to take the fall for this.
“Stop making this young man chase me!”
Elias pointed his finger.
He pointed at the living corpse Finn, who was standing not far from him, staring at him with eyes of green fire.
Hearing this sophistry.
The mockery on Luke’s face receded slightly.
“Stubborn, are we?”
He snorted coldly and tightened his grip on the long sword in his hand.
“Then I’m sorry, friend!”
Luke shouted loudly, dropping all pretenses.
“You aren't going anywhere!”
With that declaration.
Murderous intent was fully revealed.
“If you don't hand over the containment object in your hand.”
Luke took a half-step back, yielding the main battlefield.
“Then have a go at your old friend!”
The moment he finished speaking.
A dull sound of metal scraping suddenly rang out at the edge of the deathly silent cemetery.
It was the sound of the Lily of the Valley Convent church doors being forced open.
Elias looked toward the sound.
The heavy oak doors swung wide.
Five Mist Veil Society transcendents emerged from within like ghosts.
And between them.
They were dragging someone who looked familiar to Elias.
It was Mester.
Or rather, to be precise, it was Hem.
Now Elias finally knew why the vast Lily of the Valley Convent was completely empty tonight.
It turned out that from the very beginning, John had been in league with these Mist Veil Society guys!
They had worked together to set a trap, luring away or clearing out all the Life Scholars who were originally stationed here.
However.
Why was Hem here?
Elias narrowed his eyes, looking at the unconscious figure being propped up.
Most likely, the Seventh Agency had sent him to this Life Scholar territory for treatment just to be safe.
And as it happened, they ran right into the Mist Veil Society clearing the area.
They were caught in one fell swoop!
A total wipeout!
The Mist Veil Society’s plan was truly brilliant—taking everything and everyone, killing three birds with one stone.
The deterioration of the situation didn't stop there.
Furthermore.
Elias keenly noticed that the two cemetery entrances that were originally open.
At some point, they had been blocked by several grim-faced Mist Veil Society transcendents.
The retreat was completely cut off.
Subtle footsteps came from behind.
Behind Elias, two Mist Veil Society transcendents walked in from the shadows of the cemetery’s outer edge.
They drew the weapons at their waists.
One on the left, one on the right, coordinating with the living corpse Finn who was poised to strike in front.
They formed a standard tactical triangle, firmly surrounding Elias in the center.
There was no escape.
Finn, standing directly in front, stiffly raised the hand holding the dagger.
A red flash of spell light flickered.
Elias immediately felt the aura on Finn change.
He wasn't sure if it was the influence of the dream demon curse.
But in Elias’s eyes, Finn seemed to have grown a size larger...
Elias blinked.
No.
He looked closely.
It wasn't a hallucination.
It seemed he really had grown a size larger!
Goddamn human Hulk!
“Be careful. If you can't hold on, use resonance to clear your head first,” Old Ed suggested.
“If you black out again in a moment, you're dead for sure.”
The old man knew very well the power of the dream demon curse; losing one's mind in a situation surrounded by wolves was no different from suicide.
“And followers of the Dragon of Eternity fight endlessly,” Old Ed added, describing the combat characteristics of the living corpse Finn.
“I'll find a way to run.”
Elias replied briefly in his mind.
He took a deep breath.
He didn't look at the predatory enemies around him.
Instead, he suddenly looked up.
He glanced at the moon hanging high in the night sky.
Perhaps thanks to the Spark Festival celebration tonight.
The moon tonight was exceptionally bright.
The bright moonlight poured unreservedly into this filthy cemetery.
Feeling the power surging within him.
Moonlight Blessing.
This exclusive passive skill belonging to a Moon Lord believer was currently running at almost full capacity.
Spirituality surged through his meridians, also dispelling some of the sluggishness brought by the curse.
But in Elias’s distorted perspective.
This moon, which was providing him with strength, seemed a bit... off.
The moon above actually waved at him.
That’s right.
He watched with his own eyes as two curved eyes and an upturned mouth appeared on that glowing disc.
He saw an emoji.
Ever since he was haunted by this damn dream demon curse.
He felt his nerves had been tempered to be as thick as steel bars.
In these few days, he had seen almost every bizarre image his imagination couldn't even fathom.
Why, he had even seen a Qing dynasty zombie today.
However.
There was no time for him to sigh at this absurd worldview toward the sky.
The encirclement was rapidly closing in.
Elias withdrew his gaze.
He tightened his grip on The Roaring Cane in his hand.
Rational Circuit active.
Moonlight Barrier.
A semi-transparent arched barrier was constructed around him.
He looked around.
Those weapons flashing with cold light, those eyes filled with murderous intent.
This looked like...
Like there was no way to run.
Driven into a corner, Elias’s gaze also turned completely cold.
Since he couldn't run, he could only slaughter a path out.
Just as everyone in the cemetery...
The surrounded Seventh Agency investigators and Elias, who was at the center of the storm.
Just as everyone had secretly mobilized all their spirituality.
Intending to take up their weapons and fight a desperate battle in this inescapable graveyard.
An anomaly.
Occurred again.
In the grave pit that Elias had dug up, the zombie in blue official robes, which had been motionless just now.
Actually stood straight up from the grave.
As its mouth moved, intermittent words drifted through the night sky.
“Luke...”
The zombie’s head made a series of crisp bone-misalignment sounds as it slowly turned toward Luke.
“You... actually...”
“With... the Mist Veil Society...”
This accusation was like a heavy bomb.
Luke smiled.
“Oh? The Master Thief is here?”
“I thought you were really dead.”
His tone was as relaxed as if he were greeting an old friend.
He curled his lip somewhat dismissively.
“Then I’ll just have to finish you off as well.”
Elias was also stunned.
“Didn't I just send this guy off with an enchanted bullet?”
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