He needed to find a way to deal with these things.
On the Moonlight Barrier, the attached dark red, disgusting meat lumps were still writhing frantically.
Those slimy mycelia were greedily devouring the spiritual radiance emitted from the edges of the barrier.
“These things...”
Elias tentatively mobilized the spirituality within his body.
Following that invisible mental link, he attempted to use a crude burst of spiritual vibration to shake off all the slug-like contaminants on the barrier.
Like shaking out a bedsheet from a distance.
However.
Just as his spirituality condensed at his fingertips...
A hand covered in cold sweat suddenly reached out from the side, firmly pinning his wrist down.
“Don't touch it!”
It was Bloodsong.
“Do you have a death wish?!”
Bloodsong lowered his voice, his tone laced with unmaskable terror.
“Those are Spirit-Eating Slugs!”
“Their mycelia have a primal hunger for spiritual fluctuations!”
“Once you actively use spirituality to vibrate them, those mycelia will be like sharks smelling blood!”
Bloodsong stared fixedly at the eroding barrier and swallowed hard.
“They’ll instantly backflow through your spiritual channels!”
“If you dare use spirituality to shake them, they'll burrow directly into your arm the next second!”
“Crap!”
Elias felt his scalp tingle, as if he could already feel countless slimy worms crawling through his veins.
But he didn't panic.
In a situation like this, any excess fear was just handing a knife to the Grim Reaper.
Since physical vibration was out...
He would fight magic with magic.
He flipped his hand over, palm up.
Moonfire!
Blinding white-blue flames rose from the ground beneath the barrier.
The moment the flames touched the surface of the barrier, they rapidly spread to the dark red meat lumps.
“Sizzle, sizzle—”
The sound of grilling immediately echoed.
Within the white-blue holy flames...
Those Spirit-Eating Slugs, which had been writhing arrogantly, let out sharp, piercing shrieks like a crying infant.
Their bloated bodies rapidly shriveled and carbonized under the high temperature.
A nauseating stench—a mix of rotting seafood and charred protein—instantly filled the air.
Elias pinched his nose in disgust.
“Talk about extravagant!”
Beside him, Bloodsong’s eyes were nearly popping out of his head as he couldn't help but complain.
He could hardly believe his eyes.
This guy's move was practically like using gold bars to crack walnuts!
“Aren't you afraid your spirituality will run dry in a moment?!”
Bloodsong really couldn't figure it out.
First, releasing Moonfire itself required a massive amount of spirituality.
Second, that Moonlight Barrier was also something this guy had released himself.
Maintaining the barrier and its defensive strength against external damage depended entirely on the caster’s continuous supply of spiritual support.
Now, look at him.
This guy was using his own high-damage spell to burn his own defensive barrier!
It was like a person holding a flamethrower in their left hand and a shield in their right, then using the flamethrower to torch their own shield!
In Bloodsong’s understanding, the spiritual consumption of both these spells was not low.
In this peril-filled pier, what on earth was this guy doing?
Did he think he wasn't dying fast enough?
Watching the slugs gradually turn to ash in the Moonfire, Bloodsong couldn't help but feel a pang of regret.
If he had known those cultists had disgusting things like Spirit-Eating Slugs...
He should have brought a couple of bottles of holy water when he left!
Spirit-Eating Slugs were essentially supernatural creatures of the necromancy school.
They were naturally countered by the holy attribute.
Just a single drop of high-purity holy water would make them burn themselves to nothing, from the inside out, like ignited gasoline.
Wait!
A flash of inspiration suddenly crossed Bloodsong’s mind.
That Seventh Agency investigator named Xia'an definitely had high-quality holy water on her!
If he just shouted to her and asked for a bottle...
Not only could they easily solve the slug problem, but they could also save a massive amount of spirituality!
Unfortunately.
The battle was currently intense, with bullets flying everywhere.
He couldn't stick his head out to ask Xia'an for anything.
Furthermore, Mr. Rockland beside him had already acted decisively, and the spell was already in effect.
It was too late to say anything now.
“Uh...”
Bloodsong rubbed his nose awkwardly, feeling it was still necessary to mention it.
“Actually... holy water could have solved that too.”
After saying this, Bloodsong instinctively shrunk his neck.
In his imagination...
Mr. Rockland, having wasted a large amount of spirituality, would surely have a face darker than the bottom of a pot.
Then he would certainly turn around, grab Bloodsong by the collar, and demand:
“Why the hell didn't you say so earlier?!”
However.
The expected rage did not materialize.
Elias simply turned his head expressionlessly and brushed off non-existent dust from his hands.
With a perfunctory, world-weary glance, he gave him a nonchalant look.
“It doesn't matter.”
Elias’s tone was as calm as a mirror.
“It’s already dealt with.”
He was the picture of effortless composure.
“...”
Bloodsong was choked by this casual remark, unable to say a word for a long time.
This damn relaxed vibe.
For some reason, a strange sense of moved emotion and guilt suddenly rose in Bloodsong’s heart.
He secretly made up his mind.
If Mr. Rockland collapsed later due to spiritual exhaustion...
Even if he had to risk his life, he would definitely get him out of here!
While the two were cleaning up the mess behind cover...
The situation on the other side of the battlefield had already changed.
The cultists seemed to have noticed something, and their fire suddenly became exceptionally dense.
Rows of foul-smelling alchemical bullets poured down like a torrential rain.
They created an intense suppression fire.
Wood splinters flew from the wooden crate cover.
Aside from Old Crowley, Xia'an and Dabu were forced to hunker down behind rusted, abandoned shipping containers, temporarily avoiding the brunt of the attack while waiting for an opportunity to counterattack.
Meanwhile.
The white-bearded old captain, strolling leisurely through the air, was in no hurry to launch the next round of attacks.
He still maintained that lofty, superior posture.
The sea breeze ruffled his battered captain’s uniform.
He looked at the several black-robed cultists attempting to use suppression fire to cover themselves.
It was like watching a few ants struggling in their death throes.
“Lads.”
The old man finally spoke again.
His voice wasn't loud, and there was no hysterical roaring.
Yet, bolstered by the wind, it eerily pierced through the dense sounds of gunfire.
It reached everyone’s ears with crystal clarity.
Carrying an unquestionable pressure.
“Didn't your Bishop ever teach you...”
The old man took the pipe out of his mouth and tapped it in mid-air.
“...what you’re supposed to do when you encounter a Storm Judge at sea?”
His response...
Was the three cultists raising their guns in perfect unison.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Three black lead bullets, imbued with filthy spirituality, tore through the thick fog and headed straight for the old man’s face.
However.
Half a meter away from the tip of the old man’s nose...
That invisible Wind Wall once again displayed its absolute defensive power.
The three powerful lead bullets were like they had fallen into an invisible mire.
They were frozen stiff in the air.
Old Crowley didn't even blink.
A hint of mockery even appeared on his wrinkled old face.
He reached out a calloused, rough finger.
As if flicking away a small pebble blocking his path during a stroll...
He casually flicked one of the suspended lead bullets aside.
The action was outrageously casual.
“The Call Lightning just now didn't kill you.”
The old man stuffed the pipe back into his mouth, his voice turning completely cold.
Carrying a hint of the ocean’s lethal chill.
“It’s because under that human skin you missionaries wear, disgusting fish scales have already grown, hasn't it?”
Upon hearing this...
The several expressionless cultists below visibly stiffened for a moment.
“Since lightning can't kill you...”
The old man suddenly raised his right hand, his five fingers clenching into a tight fist.
“...then how about this?”
As soon as the words left his mouth...
In the sky, the dark clouds that had slightly calmed after the lightning dissipated began to condense frantically once more at a terrifying speed!
The temperature plummeted.
Hiding behind the wooden crate, Elias clearly felt the air he breathed out turning into white mist.
This time, there were no flickering bolts of lightning in the clouds.
In their place was a suffocating wind pressure.
“Boom—”
A tornado as thick as a water barrel descended from the sky without warning!
It was like an angry, transparent giant serpent, accurately slamming into the area where the cultists were located.
Within the gale...
Countless scattered ice crystals were mixed in!
As the tornado howled, those ice crystals transformed into a lethal meat grinder during their high-speed rotation.
Facing this large-scale, disaster-level strike...
The cultists' suppression fire below instantly died out.
They couldn't even care about firing anymore; they all stopped their actions and began scrambled to prepare for this round of high-scale spells from Old Crowley.
Xia'an and Dabu, hiding behind cover, were extremely experienced.
The two elite investigators immediately seized this perfect opportunity of a fire vacuum.
They darted out from both sides of the shipping containers.
Their firearms were instantly aimed.
They decisively poured fire onto the several cultists whose formation was in chaos.
However, what no one expected...
Was that when faced with a death threat, the reactions of this group of cultists were also surprisingly fast.
One of the cultists suddenly reached into his robe.
He pulled out several black, slimy-looking unknown objects.
He smashed them directly onto the ground beside them.
Elias looked from afar through the gap in the wooden crates.
The shape of that thing was practically like an oversized shark egg!
The surface was covered in spiral-shaped patterns.
The moment the black egg case hit the ground...
It was as if it had been touched by some kind of growth-promoting agent.
Within a short second, it frantically expanded and proliferated!
Accompanied by the sickening sound of flesh tearing.
Those black egg cases rapidly fused together, forming an indescribable blood-and-flesh wall on the ground, three meters high!
It couldn't even be called a wall.
It seemed to be forcibly stitched together from the internal organs, eyeballs, tentacles, and rotten meat of countless marine creatures.
The surface was still pulsing rhythmically.
Xia'an and Dabu’s gunfire hit that disgusting wall.
It was like a stone dropped into the ocean.
Physical attacks were completely ineffective.
Only the high-heat fire ray Xia'an released from her lantern managed to leave a layer of charred marks on the blood-and-flesh wall.
But that was all; it couldn't penetrate it.
“That’s the old man’s Ice Storm!”
Beside him, Bloodsong watched the ice crystal tornado in the sky, a hint of awe flashing in his eyes.
Then, his gaze fell on that wall, and he gritted his teeth in disgust.
“That’s a biological barrier from the Mist Veil Society!”
“Truly disgusting.”
By now, Elias had finally finished clearing all the slug remnants from his barrier.
He clapped his hands and peeked out from behind the wooden crate cover.
Although the situation before them had stabilized, that biological barrier was clearly a tough nut to crack.
He decided to communicate tactics with their strongest combatant first.
Elias focused his mind.
He sent a Mental Message through the void, linking directly to Old Crowley in mid-air.
He wanted to ask the old man how they should coordinate next.
However, when the mental communication he sent touched Old Crowley...
It was like hitting a layer of invisible bulletproof glass.
It was ruthlessly bounced back by the other man’s powerful soul barrier!
Elias froze in place.
He took a deep breath, feeling a wave of complex frustration surging violently.
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