Wait, You Can Do That?!

“Could it be Dabu?”

Xia’an’s pupils contracted slightly behind her monocle, and she discreetly glanced at the large man beside her out of the corner of her eye.

She could hear her heart pounding uncontrollably in her chest.

It was pure biological instinct in the face of a lethal threat.

But she immediately dismissed the absurd thought.

It clearly wasn't Dabu.

Their entire team had been together since they started investigating the Wayland Shipping office this morning.

Except for that brief break at noon.

And at that time, they obviously had no idea they would receive that crucial letter from Ms. Cecil in the afternoon.

After leaving the branch, Dabu had no opportunity to send any outside messages.

Besides, the fact that the two of them had found Mr. Rockland under the alias “Bruce Wayne” today was pure blind luck.

It was the kind of fluke that only happened when the Goddess of Luck herself took a nap.

He wasn't some all-seeing prophet; how could he have known for certain that they would find Mr. Rockland in this godforsaken pub?

That logical chain simply didn't hold up.

Xia’an quietly shifted her gaze.

Then there was Bloodsong.

The unlucky guy currently holding a repeating crossbow.

He was a Dvorin.

Even in the chaotic supernatural world, the infernal bloodline of a Dvorin was always unsettling.

Anything associated with the Inferno naturally carried a negative label of being “bad luck” in the eyes of the orthodox churches and mystical organizations.

Could it be him?

Xia’an’s brow furrowed even deeper.

But based on the whispered conversation in the fog just now, this Dvorin didn't even know Mr. Rockland’s true identity.

More importantly.

The nature of the infernal bloodline made it very difficult for them to fall for the ethereal doctrines of the Mist Veil Society.

Most Dvorins drifted between faith in the Seven Gods or the Inferno.

They either hated their bloodline because of the discrimination they faced, or they fully embraced it for the sake of power.

Because those Infernal Archdukes sitting on the abyssal thrones were tangible “Quasi-gods” or “Pseudo-gods” one could actually believe in.

As long as you paid the soul or the price, you could get tangible, touchable benefits in return.

It was like a business transaction with a strict spirit of contract.

And the Mist Veil Society?

An entity sealed away in some unknown corner of the spirit world was, by its very nature, incapable of swaying these Dvorins.

If they truly encountered a desperate situation...

They could always sign a contract with a Great Demon of the Inferno through an ancient ritual to get what they wanted.

There was no need to follow a god who needed to brainwash people through dreams or spiritual links just to issue a doctrine.

So, excluding everyone...

Finally, it couldn't possibly be Mr. Rockland who ordered them to kill himself, right?

That would be utterly braindead.

The problem definitely didn't lie with the people present.

There was only one truth.

Xia’an felt a chill run down her spine as the worst possible suspicion fully formed in her mind.

There was a mole among the high-level officials of the branch!

However, the current situation didn't allow her to carefully deduce the massive conspiracy behind all this.

Because the members of the Mist Veil Society were already tearing through the sea fog and closing in on them like piranhas sensing blood.

“On the count of three, we break out together.”

Just then.

Elias’s voice, cold as ice shards, rang out in their Mental Channel.

He was stalling.

He had to wait for the minor side effects of the Soul Screams to pass.

Seeing the crimson spiritual silhouettes slowly closing in on them.

Under Elias’s instruction.

The group instead acted as if they hadn't noticed the danger.

They let their weapons hang low, panting heavily.

Their entire bodies radiated a sense of extreme exhaustion and relaxation after a long, blood-soaked run.

As if they were about to collapse and rest on the spot at any moment.

This weak appearance, like lambs waiting for the slaughter, clearly deceived the enemies lurking in the shadows.

The encirclement began to tighten.

Just as the enemies began to spread out, using a classic three-on-one tactical formation to flank them.

Elias’s tightly closed eyes snapped open.

The negative state had finally passed, and spirituality surged through his body.

“Three.”

In the Mental Channel, only Elias’s emotionless chanting remained.

Like a countdown from the Grim Reaper.

“Two.”

Dabu’s muscles tensed as he gripped his heavy firearm.

“One!”

As the final syllable exploded in their minds.

Elias suddenly turned and struck out boldly!

The revolver in his hand had been replaced by the pointed dagger at some unknown moment.

The lead Mist Veil Society member didn't even have time to register a look of surprise.

The dagger met his chest without any resistance.

The moment the blade pierced the air.

The man’s invisibility spell was forcibly broken by the lethal threat.

The cultist’s face was clearly revealed in the fog.

However.

To Elias’s complete surprise.

Beneath the ordinary trench coat the man wore, there was some kind of defensive gear.

A tooth-gritting metallic clatter rang out.

The dagger sank through the outer clothing but was stopped dead by an incredibly hard object, unable to advance even a fraction of an inch.

The force of the recoil even made Elias’s hand feel slightly numb.

Are these the elites of the Mist Veil Society?

Compared to the group of grunts he had met in the cemetery who only knew how to scream and swing wildly, these people’s equipment was at least a tier higher.

It seemed the cult had plenty of funding.

During the brief clash.

Elias’s sharp gaze swept over the revealed enemies.

These people were all armed with short swords and daggers coated in a faint, eerie glow.

Even though powerful alchemical firearms were hanging at their waists, none of them had used them even at that perfect ambush distance.

Elias’s mind raced, and he immediately deduced their intention.

The Mist Veil Society likely wanted to take them alive.

A mocking curl appeared at the corner of Elias’s mouth.

Having missed the first strike, he didn't pause for a second.

He reacted extremely quickly, using the recoil from the blocked dagger to twist his waist violently.

He raised his leg and delivered a powerful kick!

“Thud!”

The kick landed squarely on the man’s chest.

The powerful kinetic energy sent the lead cultist flying backward.

In the blink of an eye.

The other two cultists responsible for flanking him also fully revealed themselves, lunging at him like two vicious wolves.

The one on the left held a dagger in a reverse grip, aiming straight for his throat.

The one on the right swung a short sword, cutting off all his paths of retreat.

“Get lost!”

Elias’s eyes were cold as he flicked his wrist.

He swung his cane back, striking the leg of the Mist Veil Society member attacking from the other side.

With the terrifying strength of his Scale Two enhancement.

The cane swung through the air with a heart-stopping whistle!

The cultist let out a muffled groan, his balance immediately failing as he collapsed onto the gravel.

Strike while they're down!

A flash of killing intent appeared in Elias’s eyes, and he was about to step forward to finish the job and eliminate the threat for good.

Unexpectedly, the other cultist’s coordination was incredibly seamless.

The blade in the man’s hand, wreathed in soul-stealing black flames, had already lunged toward Elias’s ribs.

There was no way to dodge.

Elias snorted coldly and immediately redirected his 【Moonlight Barrier】 to block.

The tip of the blade scraped violently against the barrier, sending out a shower of brilliant sparks.

Using the half-second opening provided by the barrier.

Elias’s form was instantly draped in a dreamlike moonlight veil.

【Moonlight Veil】!

His entire being turned into a vague afterimage, vanishing into the sudden thick fog without a trace.

At the same time.

The others on the battlefield also began their fierce counterattacks.

Dabu’s shotgun let out a deafening roar; human flesh was no match for carapace husks, let alone these men. The spreading pellets shredded the lunging cultists at point-blank range.

Xia’an’s lantern spewed out brilliant Dawn Fire, while her flame-enchanted short blade clashed with the enemy in close quarters.

Various defensive and offensive spells were cast in rapid succession.

However.

As more monsters began to emerge from the distance.

Bloodsong, who had been at the edge of the group, suddenly made a strange move.

He abruptly raised his hand.

The surrounding Mist Veil Society enemies, including the elites who were originally fighting Elias and Dabu...

Suddenly, all of their gazes turned toward him uncontrollably!

The cultists’ eyes became incredibly fanatical in an instant.

“【Gift of the Succubus】!”

Old Ed exclaimed in Elias’s mind.

“An infernal enchantment spell!”

“I’ll be damned, he really is a ‘succubus’ like you said!”

Elias was speechless.

Then he heard an urgent prompt in the Mental Channel.

“Quick! Follow me!”

Then the Dvorin turned and ran.

“We’re taking the enemies to the old man!”

“The old man can handle them!”

Elias was currently hidden within his Moonlight Veil, preparing to slit the throat of the guy with the dagger from the flank.

But just as he crept over...

He saw the cultist turn around, leaving his back completely undefended as he sprinted off in the direction Bloodsong was running.

It wasn't just him.

As they fought, all the nearby enemies followed Bloodsong.

The entire encirclement collapsed in an instant.

Elias stood in the empty fog, holding his dagger and cane as he revealed himself, watching the backs of the cultists who were running as if their lives didn't matter.

He was completely bewildered.

“Wait, you can do that?!”