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Chapter 1385: Open the door, the court! (He rolled over and fell off the bed)

How did humans develop adaptability?

If you ask Duanmu Huai, it's very simple, it was forced out.

Duanmu Huai had hardly used the position of the Great Old One, only occasionally, so he was not particularly concerned about the ability of the Great Old One. To be honest, if Magnus, the idiot, had not been as stupid as ever and offered to give up, Duanmu Huai would not have been forced to start the Great Old One's enhancement trial.

If Duanmu Huai had to choose, he would rather choose the Sixth Heaven Demon King as the second enhancement. After all, this priesthood is extremely effective in dealing with the believers of evil gods.

Unfortunately, in this world, Duanmu Huai could only use the priesthood of the Old Ones, so he had to go against his usual behavior and force himself to begin to tap the potential of this priesthood.

In the end, it was actually found by Duanmu Huai.

“I didn’t expect it to be so useful.”

Looking at the weapon in his hand, Duanmu Huai couldn't help but sigh. At this moment, what Duanmu Huai held in his hand was a huge, chainsaw-shaped long sword. This weapon was not unfamiliar to Duanmu Huai, after all, he had used this chainsaw sword more than once or twice.

Of course, there are more convenient ones.

Duanmu Huai's right hand moved slightly, and then the chainsaw sword in his hand quickly turned into a pool of black shadow, and then condensed again and turned into Thor's hammer. At the same time, a dark shadow emerged from Duanmu Huai's body and wrapped him up. Not long after, the power armor of the Inquisition appeared on Duanmu Huai's body.

"It's much more comfortable now."

Wearing power armor and waving the thunder hammer in his hand, Duanmu Huai nodded with satisfaction.

This is certainly not Duanmu Huai's original power armor. In fact, Duanmu Huai's original power armor is still lying in the inventory and cannot be used at all.

The reason why it turned out like this was because of Duanmu Huai's sudden idea.

To put it simply, Duanmu Huai suddenly had this idea when he was monitoring the spread of the infection from his shadow.

Since when a shadow copies the other party's information, it also copies things like clothes, does that mean that a shadow can also copy the information of inorganic objects?

If the shadow's clone can do this, then it means that Duanmu Huai can do it too. So Duanmu Huai opened the inventory and scanned his chainsaw sword with the intention of giving it a try.

As a result...he actually copied it successfully!

  In other words, as long as it is information, anything can be scanned, copied, and then printed out for use!

Unfortunately, this printed item also has a disadvantage, that is, the copied item can only be used within a radius of 50 meters from the printer. For example, if Duanmu Huai prints a grenade gun and then shoots a bullet in front of it, the bullet will automatically disappear after flying 50 meters.

Similarly, Duanmu Huai cannot print anything larger than fifty meters, such as an Emperor-class Titan... That is definitely not possible.

  For Duanmu Huai, this shortcoming is hardly a problem!

He wasn't exaggerating, he couldn't even hit the target at 10 meters, let alone 50 meters! When I was a kid, I went to the temple fair to play with balloons, but that was just giving money to the boss!

But the boss didn't take his money and kept giving him prizes. He is such a nice person.

Okay, the memories are over.

Duanmu Huai withdrew his thoughts from the lively balloon stall at the park temple fair when he was a child, and then looked at the mansion in front of him.

It's time to take action.

The Nine Gates Clan.

This family is almost insignificant in the whole of Japan. To be honest, even the status and popularity of the Baifan family are much higher than that of the Jiumen family. The latter is more like the local tyrant of March City. Maybe here, everyone knows them. But outside this area, no one takes them seriously anymore.

Even if he went to a city like Tokyo or Kyoto, even the patriarch of the Nine Gates Family would only be regarded as a "bumpkin from a remote area."

For the Jiumen family, this was naturally a humiliation. The more they stirred up trouble in the local area, the greater the sense of loss they felt when they went to other places. In this area, there was nothing that the Jiumen family could not solve with money. Even those fools in the city council were just puppets and puppets of the Jiumen family.

But, that’s all.

As long as they leave here, they will just be unknown country bumpkins. No matter how hard they try to attend banquets, they will not be treated differently by those upper-class people.

For the Jiumen family, this is a humiliation, but it is also a goal that motivates them to strive forward.

After all, it's all within reach.

Standing in the luxuriously decorated study, the Nine Clan Patriarch stared at the map in front of him, holding a glass of red wine in his hand. The plan has been launched, and what he has to do next is to play his role in the drama and wait for the arrival of the great being. As long as it comes here, everything in this world will change. The means used by ordinary people to measure status will no longer be universal, and wealth and connections will be abandoned. At that time, they will turn over and become the real upper class in this world.

But... things have changed recently.

The Nine Gates clan leader turned his eyes to the TV next to him, which was reporting on the explosion in the mental hospital. Although it was announced to the public that it was a gas explosion, the Nine Gates clan leader knew that things were not that simple.

What happened in the end?

He had contacted the mayor, but the latter said nothing, which made the Nine Gates clan leader very unwilling. You know, the funds needed to implement the plan were almost all taken out from the Nine Gates. However, the mayor's attitude was obviously not what he should do to a financial sponsor, and all this was just because the role he had to play in the script was more important than his own...

Thinking of this, the Nine Clan leader clenched the goblet in his hand. It was only temporary. As long as he could gain the appreciation of that adult, his "role" would change. Although the Nine Clan was only a supporting role in this drama, as long as his performance was good enough, he would have the opportunity to go one step further and become the dazzling protagonist on the stage!

But for some reason, the Nine Clan Clan leader felt a little uneasy, as if something bad was about to happen...

"boom!!"

With the violent explosion, the Nine Clan Chief felt the floor beneath his feet suddenly tremble, almost knocking him to the ground. He staggered to his feet and looked around. At this moment, the chandelier above his head began to flicker constantly, and gunshots, roars, and screams came one after another. The Nine Clan Chief walked to the window and looked out anxiously. But he could not see anything, and it was dark all around him.

Then, his room fell into darkness, with only the pure white moonlight shining through the window, illuminating the room with its cold, beautiful pure white.

What happened in the end?

The leader of the Jiumen clan took out his cell phone and tried to make a call, but his call could not be made at all. The only sound coming out of the microphone was a disconnected tone.

He threw his phone to the ground in anger, and at the same time comforted himself not to worry. There was a team of well-equipped bodyguards here, who were enough to drive away any enemy who tried to break in. Moreover, he also had those gifts from the darkness, which were extremely twisted and terrifying. Even the army would retreat in front of that terrifying figure.

Whoever he is, he must pay the price for his stupid behavior!

"boom!"

The vibration sounded again, and the Nine Clan Patriarch trembled. He carefully lay on the ground, his ear pressed against the solid wood floor, listening downward. He heard gunshots, screams, and...

"Go to hell! Heretic!!"

Duanmu Huai raised his chainsaw sword high and rushed towards the bodyguards who were shooting at him. The latter raised their pistols and desperately pulled the trigger at Duanmu Huai. The dense sound of gunfire echoed in the corridor. However, none of these bullets could penetrate Duanmu Huai's power armor. The replica printed out by the shadow was as strong as the original body. The only flaw was that it consumed Duanmu Huai's old power.

However, for Duanmu Huai, the magic power left for him by the magic little Mag was enough.

He strode forward, and the jet pack behind him burst into a whistling airflow. Then Duanmu Huai leaped up, rushing from one end of the corridor to the other like a comet. At the same time, he swung the chainsaw sword in his hand, and in a moment, all the bodyguards blocking Duanmu Huai were cut into pieces, and the dense gunfire stopped at this moment.

"Boom!"

When Duanmu Huai's heavy body fell heavily to the ground, there was no living thing except the blood splattered everywhere. The bodyguards who were responsible for resisting had now turned into pieces of meat.

Sure enough, as the Inquisition's quotations say, excessive use of force is the surest way to victory.

Duanmu Huai walked up the stairs. The whole house was dead silent. For ordinary people, it would be a wrong decision to enter this dark, cold, unclean house alone. But for Duanmu Huai, everything in front of him made him feel like he was back home. The heavy power armor, the blood of the cultists and the wailing of their souls, the corruption everywhere, and he himself who was about to completely destroy it all...

Well, it turns out that this is more feasible.

Duanmu Huai walked up the stairs to the second floor. In front of him was a corridor with portraits hanging on the walls on both sides. Duanmu Huai stood there, and the searchlight on his shoulder illuminated the corridor. At the same time, from those portraits, twisted, turbid, purple-glowing monsters crawled out. They had ugly facial features and bodies that could not be described in words. Eyes appeared from the surface of these monsters' bodies, staring at the enemies in front of them.

"Come on, monster."

Duanmu Huai raised the chainsaw sword in his hand.

"In the name of the Inquisition, I want all of you to die!"

Then there were screams, roars, and cries.

The Nine Clan Clan leader hid behind the locked door trembling with fear, holding a book in his arms. He heard the sounds coming from outside, the angry, miserable, violent roars, screams, and shrieks.

But now they are all gone.

There is no sound.

The Nine Clan leader felt as if he was the only one left in the world. He trembled as he leaned against the locked door, and began to hesitate whether to go out to see what was going on. Although he was confident in his watchdog, everything that happened before his eyes still made him feel uneasy.

At this moment, he was still holding the book in his arms and whispering to himself.

"No one can see me, for I am hidden in Lost Carcosa. The ragged mists conceal me, blinding those who pass by me..."

The Nine Clan leader repeated the spell again, then he walked carefully to the door and put his ear to it. At this moment…

"boom!!"

The heavy door suddenly burst open, and a sturdy arm covered in steel stretched out from it, firmly grasping the Nine Clan Clan leader and lifting him up. The latter stared with horror at the steel monster that broke through the door. His eyes were emitting a scarlet glow, and the black steel was filled with a cold and disgusting twisted aura.

"Hey, there you go, man."

Staring at the Nine Clan Patriarch, Duanmu Huai revealed a cruel smile.

"Mind if we can talk about it."