When the team finally reached the lowest level of the lower district and were about to arrive at the ritual site of the cult, the visibility around them plummeted. The fog was so thick it felt like a wall. Luo Wei could no longer see where Police Chief Raymond was in the team.
Fortunately, among the supernaturals from the Special Affairs Department, there was a spellcaster. He immediately stepped forward, and after reciting a series of obscure and lengthy incantations, he forcefully split the dense fog ahead with a wave of air, as if parting mountains and seas.
Chaotic currents of air scattered outward, and the surrounding fog began to dissipate, improving visibility slightly.
At last, everyone could see the scene in the distant ruined square.
Luo Wei vaguely noticed that the divine statue in the center of the square had already been erected, surrounded by roaring flames. The cultists were setting up the site, and it seemed the summoning ritual hadn’t yet begun.
Police Chief Raymond rushed forward, his eyes filled with excitement as he looked ahead. “Great, these rats are all gathered together now. We can finally catch them all in one go!”
“Chief, don’t rush just yet,” Luo Wei held back the excited chief and cautiously advised him.
“They have a large number of fanatics among them—fanatics who feel no pain and fear no death. Have your officers secure the perimeter and block their escape routes. Leave the rest to us.”
“Got it!” Chief Raymond, trusting Luo Wei completely, didn’t hesitate for a moment.
After returning to the team, the officers from several police squads quickly dispersed, setting up defensive positions on the streets and sealing off every alleyway nearby.
By the time they finished, more than twenty minutes had passed. Luo Wei then turned to Ophelia beside him.
“Anything else to add, Commander?” Ophelia asked with a smile.
“Stop teasing me...” Luo Wei pointed to several high points around them.
“Those fanatics can’t be killed with ordinary firearms. The only way to stop them is to completely disable their ability to move—like blowing off their heads or torsos. I remember the Special Affairs Department has a few hunters with alchemical firearms. Their firepower is intense, and the stopping power of their bullets is exceptional...”
Before Ophelia could respond, Fred, the head of the Special Affairs Department, nodded in agreement.
“In that case, we’ll split into two teams,” he said, turning to his agents.
“Gerald, John, and... you guys, take the water tower and the bridge. I’ll have Old Joe keep dispersing the fog in the square. You’ll be operating independently, so stay alert.”
A few agents quickly stepped forward, and Luo Wei spotted Gerald, the burly man who liked to call himself a “monster hunter.”
Gerald carried a massive gun case and laughed heartily. “Don’t worry, leave it to us.”
After finalizing the arrangements, Fred looked at Luo Wei, who had seemingly taken on the role of field commander, and said with a smile, “How about joining the Special Affairs Department after this operation?”
Luo Wei was caught off guard by the offer. At first, he thought Fred was joking, but then he realized he was serious.
Luo Wei shook his head. “I’m just an ordinary citizen. What would I do in the Special Affairs Department? I don’t have the skills for that.”
“You’re being too modest, Mr. Luo Wei,” Fred said, his expression serious.
“You’re a supernatural too. During our recent review, I suddenly realized how many cases you’ve been involved in behind the scenes.”
“But over all this time, you’ve shown no signs of instability or backlash. That alone proves you’re an excellent fit for our selection criteria—your willpower is even stronger than most of my agents.”
“Old Fred is right about that,” Ophelia chimed in, her tone amused as she looked at Luo Wei through her glasses.
“He keeps saying he’s just an ordinary person, but ordinary people don’t go around meddling in dangerous events and dealing with supernatural horrors all the time.”
“Just call me crazy then...” Luo Wei shrugged, then glanced at her. “Besides, if I didn’t get involved in those things, how would I have met you?”
“That’s true...” Ophelia nodded.
“Then Big Brother should stop getting involved in those things!” Helena, who had been quietly standing by, suddenly spoke up. She looked at Luo Wei seriously. “If you didn’t get involved, you wouldn’t have met those bad women!”
“Huh?” Luo Wei was taken aback by her peculiar logic.
Seeing Ophelia’s expression darken slightly, Evelyn couldn’t help but laugh. She pulled Helena aside. “Alright, stop causing trouble. Let the adults handle things.”
Helena huffed and reluctantly returned to the group.
Once everything was set, the team finally arrived at the abandoned square.
The sudden appearance of intruders in the fog threw the cultists into chaos. However, they clearly had a leader among them, as the mindless fanatics were immediately unleashed, charging toward Luo Wei’s direction.
But this time, Luo Wei didn’t even need to act. The agents unleashed overwhelming power, quickly gaining control of the situation.
Old Joe, who had earlier used wind to clear the path, conjured a storm. The powerful gusts not only scattered the oncoming attackers but also completely dispersed the fog in the square.
As visibility improved, a barrage of intense firepower rained down from above.
Many fanatics were blown to pieces before they could even get close to Luo Wei, reduced to bloody fragments.
But that wasn’t all. Some agents had shadows that could kill, others summoned demonic claws, and one even transformed into a rampaging giant... When Saint Callen’s strongest group of official supernaturals gathered, even the Truth Cult’s numbers were no match.
Luo Wei had initially planned to use [Team Mode] to coordinate Helena and Evelyn, but it turned out to be unnecessary—he didn’t even get a chance to act.
“It’s not as troublesome as you made it sound,” Evelyn said curiously, looking at Luo Wei. He had previously described this as a crisis capable of destroying the entire city.
Luo Wei observed the situation. After countering the cult’s trick of driving supernaturals mad, the tide had indeed turned.
But he still didn’t dare relax. The memory of the hellish scene from last time lingered in his mind.
With the combined efforts of the Special Affairs Department and the police, the entire ruined square was now under control. The frenzied fanatics had all been killed, and more than half of the remaining cultists lay dead, their bodies littering the ground.
The few surviving high-ranking members were all arrested and handcuffed.
It seemed everything had been settled. Luo Wei and the others immediately headed toward the central ritual site.
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end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
