piratefiction Chapter 12 A Miraculous Manifestation from Afar, Qingming Festival Has Passed
Chapter 12 A Miraculous Manifestation from Afar, Qingming Festival Has Passed
Under the golden glow of the bamboo slips, the building of the Department of Mysteries still stood tall.
Li Mingling stood in mid-air, and scarlet seals flew out from the black stone seal in his hand, continuously bombarding the black-robed leader.
The bamboo staff in the black-robed leader's hand was broken, and a bizarre creature with a goat's head and a snake's body surrounded him, its dark light flowing and neutralizing the seal script.
He chanted incantations, and the white skeletal bull's head roared continuously, its eye sockets flashing with sword light like a waterfall, each strike almost cleaving through the void.
But Li Ming was completely unafraid. The bronze mirror behind his head emitted a faint light, illuminating the white skeletal bull's head.
The dim light was like an abyss, turning the sharp blade into a gentle touch, so that no matter how sharp it was, it could not break free.
The originally pristine white ox bones were now stained with faint gray marks, and it was clear that Li Ming had a slight advantage in the fight.
Above, the two leaders were still locked in a stalemate.
However, on the overall battlefield, the Divine Bureau has the upper hand.
Bathed in golden light, the powerful warriors unleashed the full power of their strange creatures, fearlessly attacking their enemies.
The man in black robes, however, had reservations and dared not unleash all the monsters, only managing to control them to the best of his ability. When faced with a crisis, he could only summon ghosts to take his place.
Jiang Jun watched this scene and recalled the information Zhao Chen had revealed: "The strange creatures are ultimately harmful to people. Even if they are completely refined, there is still a risk of backlash. Only by advancing to the extraordinary realm can they be completely transformed into resources for oneself."
"Before that, we need to use divine objects to suppress it and continuously dispel its fierce and evil aura, so as not to worry about it devouring its master."
The Ghost Cult launched a surprise attack on the Department of Mysteries. Fighting on foreign soil, without any divine artifacts to protect them, they were naturally hampered.
Jiang Jun breathed a sigh of relief and then turned his attention to the broader grassroots battlefield.
The young police officers were seen unleashing their own supernatural abilities to engage the man in black robes.
When ghosts come to cause trouble, they raise their hands and throw out a bracelet made of jujube branches.
The purple and blue light flickered like tiny needles, which, while unable to extinguish the ghosts, made them extremely uncomfortable.
The intense aroma of garlic filled the battlefield, and every now and then, a disoriented ghost would drift intoxicatedly toward the golden light of the bamboo scroll, only to be instantly reduced to ashes.
"I never expected that these two talismans of mine would be such a great help today. No wonder they kept providing feedback and strengthening the power of the talismans themselves."
But Jiang Jun still had doubts.
After all, the two protective artifacts were merely icing on the cake in this battle. While they reduced casualties, they did not affect the overall situation.
The cascading golden light likely came from someone who had performed a great act of merit, and was clearly not because of the paltry sums offered here.
"Enough. I'm too weak now. Once I become strong, all the fog will be clear."
Jiang Jun stopped dwelling on it and focused on watching the battle, absorbing the combat experience from both sides.
He wasn't prepared to seize the opportunity to act. Because time was on the side of the Department of the Supernatural.
Once midnight had passed and the Qingming Festival was completely over, the Department of Mysteries was free to act, and these cultists of ghosts had no way to leave.
However, a sudden change occurred.
A violent roar suddenly echoed inside the Department of Mysteries building.
The bulletproof glass window, which had withstood several explosions, was finally breached from the inside.
The "Ghostly Prohibition" hanging on the window was blown away.
The ghosts, who were originally like headless flies, smelled the aroma of meat and flocked into the building like moths to a flame.
"You're courting death!" Li Ming roared, and suddenly a deep black river surged from the bronze mirror behind his head, sweeping towards his opponent like a raging torrent.
"Crack..." The white bone bull's head was lifted up by the Black River and slammed heavily onto the ram-headed snake-bodied monster, shattering it with cracks the size of a finger.
"Ah!" The black-robed leader cried out in pain, but he did not back down. Suddenly, dark flames rose around him and entangled with the Black River.
Li Ming was about to activate the Black Stone Seal when one after another, black-robed figures beside him detonated their own magical artifacts, blocking his way.
In the building behind them, a middle-aged police officer with an expressionless face, carrying an eight or nine-year-old boy, fought his way out of the Department of the Supernatural amidst an endless stream of ghosts.
"The Holy Son has been found! Activate the teleportation array immediately!" The man's voice was deep and his speech was rapid.
The next moment, apart from the black-robed leader in the sky, the other Ghost Cultists suddenly ripped off their black robes, revealing their terrifying bodies.
Their skin was covered in sores, and their eerie black faces were being gnawed at by the bright red flesh, yet they seemed oblivious to the pain.
From their throats down to their navels, each of them looked as if they had undergone open-chest or abdominal surgery, their chests and abdomens wide open.
Other internal organs have disappeared.
Only a heart three times the size of an average person's, connected to thick blood vessels, beats violently.
Upon hearing the middle-aged police officer's order, they did not hesitate and reached out to crush his heart.
Instantly, blood gushed from his chest cavity, immersing the Divine Bureau in a sea of blood.
"Stop them!" Li Ming's expression changed drastically.
The golden light on the bamboo scrolls on the rooftop grew even brighter!
The bronze mirror and the black stone seal unleashed a powerful force, almost wiping out their opponents in one fell swoop.
However, the sea of blood contained an aura of blasphemy, which instantly blocked the golden light and then transformed into the shape of a six-pointed star.
A malevolent, demonic sound rang out, carrying a blasphemous intent and bringing some kind of misfortune to this place.
The space was violently shaking.
The middle-aged police officer stepped into the center of the six-pointed star.
Endless ghosts, like moths to a flame, surged madly into the six-pointed star, causing the spatial fluctuations to intensify.
The officers from the Department of the Supernatural tried to stop them, but as soon as they entered the area covered by the six-pointed star, they were affected by the true meaning of the desecration and began to mutate their flesh and blood, and it looked like they were about to join the enemy camp.
At this point, Jiang Jun could no longer afford to hide and watch the battle.
"We must not let these cultists succeed!" His stance was clear.
In the darkness, the waterfall of golden light falling from the void was coming to an end.
The folk notebook trembled slightly, indicating that Jiang Jun's special state was about to end and his consciousness was about to return to his body.
He hardened his heart and communicated with the fierce yet endearing spirit within the "Sorrowful Ghost" talisman: "Kid, let's play a big game!"
"Buzz buzz buzz..." The last bit of golden light on the folk notebook responded reluctantly.
The next instant, "Ghostly Sorrow" trembled violently, and countless purple light needles appeared on the battlefield of the Divine Bureau, following that mysterious connection.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..." All the clones of the talisman responded.
Purple-blue hair-like needles emanated from the strings of "Strange Trouble" beads, echoing the purple light needles that had traveled from afar.
Thus, under Jiang Jun's guidance, all the light needles merged into one, transforming into a sharp light sword.
This sword strike was not earth-shattering.
It's not even as good as Li Ming's casual strike.
However, this sword strike was completely unaffected by the blasphemous energy.
Like a hot knife cutting butter.
The purple lightsaber slashed through the air, severing a corner of the unapproachable crimson six-pointed star.
"No!" the black-robed leader roared, almost insane.
On the rooftop, the bamboo slips burst forth with dazzling golden light, like the sun, before crashing down.
"Clang, clang..." Inside the Department of Mysteries building, the clock struck midnight.
"Hmph!" A cold snort rang out.
A large hand reached out from the building and casually slapped the blood-red six-pointed star away instantly.
Including the middle-aged police officer and the black-robed leader in the sky, all the Ghost Cultists were knocked to the ground, unable to move.
In the darkness, the golden waterfall that seemed to represent merit finally stopped descending.
Jiang Jun's mind instantly retreated from the battlefield of the Divine Bureau back into his own body.
Ignoring the profound state of mind he had just experienced, Jiang Jun abruptly stood up amidst the puzzled gazes of the crowd.
"Everything is done! I'll take my leave now!" He communicated with the "Ghostly Forbidden One" in his home with his thoughts, took a step forward, and disappeared.
"Senior?" Zhao Chen reached out, but only grasped at thin air.