Clearly, Elias wasn’t the only one feeling disoriented in the thick fog.
The two investigators present stood frozen in place.
They never would have imagined that a life-and-death struggle against cultists would be forcibly paused in such a bizarre and comical fashion.
However, as for leading this group of fanatical madmen to Captain Crowley...
Elias was practically raising both hands and feet in approval!
That old geezer had slipped away with Ophelia earlier, leaving Elias to brave the wave of monsters at the port alone.
It was incredibly dishonorable!
Now, the tables had turned.
The massive trouble that was the Mist Veil Society should be the old sea dog's headache to deal with!
Still, he couldn’t help but feel a bit skeptical in his heart.
Could the old man really handle this many people?
During the brief clash just now, he had seen it clearly.
The cultists lurking in the fog were all Scale Three!
Their movements were unified, and their equipment was top-notch.
It was obvious that the Mist Veil Society had spared no expense this time.
Even thinking with his toes, Elias knew his identity had been leaked.
As for the source of the leak?
Elias’s gaze swept inconspicuously over the man and woman beside him, who were still in a daze.
It was inevitably because of these two from the Seventh Agency!
They didn't look for him early or late, but chose to corner him exactly when he was going to meet old Crowley!
However, seeing the same expressions of confusion and shock written all over Xia’an and Dabu’s faces...
Elias quickly let it go.
These two low-level workers probably didn't even know they had become human trackers.
The logic was quite simple.
If there was a mole leader at the top, there were certainly mole managers, mole captains, and mole investigators below.
These two had likely been marked by the Mist Veil Society’s lookouts from the moment they stepped out of the branch’s front doors.
The two investigators clearly knew that Elias Rockland had returned to Hastings Port.
So as long as they found him, the Mist Veil Society’s shadows could call for backup.
The whole process was as smooth as flowing water.
“It seems you need to change your...”
Just as Elias was brainstorming, Old Ed’s ghostly voice echoed in his mind.
The old ghost seemed to be working hard to dig up the vocabulary he had learned from Elias.
“What was it? That adjective of yours?”
“Right!”
“Vest!”
Old Ed’s tone suddenly became certain.
“You need to change your vest, my friend!”
“No kidding. I know that without you telling me.”
“This damn vest is already full of holes. We’ll talk about it after this mess is over.”
While the man and ghost communicated silently in his mind...
The two investigators beside him finally snapped out of their daze.
They watched Bloodsong in the distance, who was scurrying through the thick fog and frantically drawing aggro, and they collectively fell into deep thought.
“Enchantment spells... he really has them figured out.”
Xia’an’s voice carried an indescribable sense of speechlessness.
“Stop staring! Let’s keep up!”
Dabu was the first to react, raising his heavy shotgun and urging them in a low voice.
The three of them hurried to follow.
And so, in the sea-fog-shrouded streets of Hastings Port...
A bizarre scene played out.
A dozen or so cultists in black robes and masks, radiating killing intent...
Were chasing a fair-faced, desperate-looking bartender like a group of fanatical obsessive fans.
And behind these cultists...
Three transcendents with various firearms were following stealthily, ready to strike from behind at any moment.
If an uninformed ordinary passerby were to see this...
They would definitely wonder if they had accidentally wandered into the filming of some absurdist comedy.
What was even more frustrating was...
None of the three following behind dared to fire prematurely.
They didn't even dare to breathe too loudly.
They were afraid of breaking Bloodsong’s fragile enchantment effect.
They could only grit their teeth and trail behind like thieves, waiting until they were near the docks to use the old captain’s territory.
Finally, the towering masts of the ships at the docks emerged from the fog.
They were here!
However, at that exact moment...
Bloodsong’s enchantment spell finally reached its limit.
An invisible spiritual pull seemed to snap in the air.
The Mist Veil Society members stiffened.
Their fanatical and hollow eyes regained clarity and cruelty.
As they stood there in a daze, they hadn't yet realized they were in the middle of a battle.
“Move!”
The three following closely behind suddenly lunged forward.
Xia’an and Dabu pounced from the left and right.
Two crisp metallic clicks rang out.
The spirit-suppressing shackles they had prepared were locked precisely around the necks of the first two enemies.
Faint blue runic engravings lit up, completely severing the spirituality within them.
As for the remaining one...
Elias’s 【Frostbite】 traveled from his hand to the opponent.
Extreme cold drained all the heat from the man.
The unlucky cultist was frozen solid into an ice sculpture while still in his sword-swinging posture.
Clean and efficient.
The three of them coordinated flawlessly.
However, accidents always love to knock at the most perfect moments.
Just as one of the three subdued enemies tried to break free...
He cast 【Grease】.
Without warning, the ground beneath their feet surged with a layer of oily, eerie light.
A large patch of incredibly slippery supernatural grease surged from the cracks in the ground like a living thing.
It covered everyone in front who was burning calories alongside Bloodsong.
Bloodsong let out a cry and slid across the greasy ground like a bowling ball.
With this fall...
The fragile enchantment spell was completely annihilated.
But the dozen or so Mist Veil Society members in front also slipped and fell collectively.
Xia’an looked at the greasy ground, a ball of violent flames already rising uncontrollably from her right hand.
She really wanted to fire a 【Burning Hands】 right now to roast this patch of grease along with the Mist Veil Society scum into charcoal.
But her reason forcibly held her back.
That Dvorin was still flailing in the middle of the grease!
“Find a way to get him out!”
Xia’an gritted her teeth as she spoke to the two men.
Elias decisively pulled a repulsion charm from his coat.
“Mr. Bloodsong!”
Elias shouted as he knelt on the greasy ground.
“My apologies!”
With that...
He flicked his spirituality with his fingertip.
The 【Moonlight Barrier】 that originally enveloped him was instantly transferred to Bloodsong.
At that moment, Bloodsong...
Was still trying to crawl up from the slippery ground using all four limbs.
Hearing Elias’s shout, an extremely ominous premonition suddenly surged in his heart.
“What are you tryin—”
Before he could finish his sentence...
He caught a glimpse of something spinning toward him out of the corner of his eye.
“Boom!”
A muffled air blast rang out.
Bloodsong felt a force like a mountain-toppling wave slam into his lower back.
“Aaahhhhhh—”
He was sent flying like a soccer ball struck with full force, instantly escaping the pull of gravity.
The sea fog and building debris on both sides blurred into streaks in his vision.
Bloodsong flailed in mid-air, mentally cursing Elias’s ancestors for eighteen generations.
This bastard is trying to kill me!
He squeezed his eyes shut, preparing for the bone-shattering impact of landing.
However, he suddenly felt the silver shell of light around him flash.
A strange cushioning sensation enveloped him as the barrier forcibly absorbed all the lethal impact.
“Thud.”
Bloodsong landed safely, though his head was spinning.
On the other side...
The moment Bloodsong cleared the danger zone.
The fury in Xia’an’s eyes was no longer suppressed.
“Go to hell!”
She snapped her fingers open, aiming at the greasy ground filled with cultists.
Scorching flames erupted from her fair hand like dragon’s breath.
“Boom!!!”
The moment the fire touched the supernatural grease, a violent chemical reaction occurred.
The entire ground instantly turned into a sea of fire.
The areas with the highest concentration of grease even triggered explosions!
Amidst the deafening roars...
Flames shot into the sky, burning a massive hole through the thick fog.
“That should do it, right?”
Dabu climbed up from the ground and patted the ash off his clothes.
However, a second later...
The breathing of all three people stopped simultaneously.
A skin-crawling sensation surged through their bodies like an electric current once again.
In the middle of the raging sea of fire...
The dozen or so Mist Veil Society members didn't scream, roll, or turn to ash like normal people.
These guys were incredibly strange.
Their bodies were enveloped in orange-red flames, and their flesh emitted a nauseating burnt smell.
The limbs of a few had even been twisted into bizarre angles by the explosion, with bone fragments piercing through their skin.
But they...
Still stood up, swaying and stumbling.
There were no wails, no fear.
There were only those dead eyes beneath the masks, staring fixedly at the group.
It was as if the fire wasn't burning their bodies at all.
This scene, bizarre to the extreme, made their hearts tremble.
Monsters.
These people were complete monsters.
Just as Elias was nervously preparing to start this tough battle...
“Rumble!!!”
Several bolts of lightning as thick as barrels tore through the heavy night sky.
Brilliant lightning, carrying a terrifying heavenly power that could destroy everything, descended from above!
They struck the burning cultists with pinpoint accuracy.
Immediately following that...
An impatient voice drifted over from the direction of the docks:
“Just these few pieces of trash...”
“And you’re having this much trouble?”
Elias’s tense nerves finally relaxed.
Leaning on his cane, he let out a long breath of murky air.
It was that punchable tone of old Crowley’s.
Damn it.
The white-bearded old man really did get to show off!
Rate on N.U.
