I am a Taoist priest in the extraordinary world

Chapter 107 Is it over?

The dull sound of beating drums suddenly appeared in this valley, as if some unknown existence far away from the sky had finally been welcomed by the world, and responded to the call with the sound of drums.

The black cloud that shrank in an instant expanded like an explosion, and a purple thunderbolt with indescribable strength and speed, in the violent wind and rain, was like the only light tearing through the darkness, and smashed straight to the target on the ground!
In the momentary silence, accompanied by a miserable howl, charred smoke rose from the surface of the monster's skin, like a scorched bug, revealing an indescribable nausea all over its body.

At this moment, Leon seemed to let out a long breath, he swung his right hand back, and a big sword suddenly appeared in his palm.

His eyes were sombre, and he started to run forward, the tip of his sword scratched the ground, intersecting with the stones, shooting out sparks.

At this moment, before everyone's eyes, a silvery white flashed past.

That is the light of the great sword accelerating to the extreme.

Furious thunderbolts fell from the sky one after another. No matter how the monster dodged and fled, the thunderbolts were like a long whip in the hands of a god, and could easily hit it, smashing shadows one after another.

Countless tiny electric lights wandered around, spreading out branches like spider webs, and in this dense electric light, illuminated the eyes of Leon who had already charged.

puff!
The sound of the big sword piercing through the body was like cutting into a piece of overripe melon and fruit.

Leon didn't stop, and focused on using the sharp blade in his hand to continuously slash and stab the extremely charred monster.

Things from hell are often hard to kill.

But at this moment, two tentacles approached quietly in the huge shadow, trying to harvest the life in front of him silently.

It's still dying!
The next second, Dante moved.

The torrential rain, the endless wind, the muddy road, and the black fog that seemed to surge like a substance could not stop his figure.

He took a heavy step forward, and countless water splashes flew up.

A spell appeared in the palm of the hand, and the crimson cloud seal on it was like a hot fire, turning and flying out of the almost solidified air, as if galloping between thunder and lightning, passing through all obstacles and blocking the attack of the tentacles , Burning a fierce flame!

Dante's figure was still running forward, breaking through the heavy rain, walking through the black mist wrapped in the wind, another spell flashed in the flip of his hand, and swung forward violently.

The cumbersome handprints pinched rapidly on the chest, pulling the thunder light floating in the air, splitting the dense rainstorm layer by layer, reflecting the purple flame that had already attached to the shadow, and smashing heavily on the monster's outstretched tentacles superior!
Rumble!
He couldn't see the gushing blood, but only heard a mournful cry. In an instant, the hell creature that was still dying was turned into a shriveled "black charcoal" from the outside to the inside by the thunder and fire.

It must die.

But even so, the remnants of its exuberant vitality are still struggling crazily, like a group of living carbon maggots, longing for the final counterattack.

The rain has dyed the valley a muddy golden color. No one has time to think about where it came from and where the person who summoned it is hiding. Everyone's eyes are fixed on what happened in front of them. It contains the joy of surviving after the catastrophe, as well as the deep shock to those two men.

There is no doubt about the strength of Nofinks, but who is that little-known man next to him?
The battle was still going on, and Leon kept waving the great sword in his hand, completing the final harvest together with his "Guard".

If we use the game on Earth as an analogy, Dante's technique is equivalent to the most perfect defense breaking, while Leon is responsible for the continuous offensive in the front row and the final, fatal blow.

Clear division of labor and close cooperation.

In wordless silence,

Against a backdrop of fire and thunder,

The contemporary glory of the Nofinks family, the captain of the third action team of the Heissant Federal Special Incident Investigation Bureau, a man dubbed "The Butcher" by the cultists, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, with an absolutely calm attitude, ruthlessly Stab the big sword down hard!
"Order, end!"

All that should not appear in this world should return to their abode.

The creatures from hell are never allowed to come to the world.

The roar of the wind and rain intensified in an instant. At this time, Dante had already walked to Leon's side step by step. The dark green liquid splashed onto his trouser legs, but it failed to cause the slightest change in his expression.

"Is it over?" he asked intentionally.

There are still some doubts about what happened tonight, both from the Truth sect and from our side.

"not yet."

Leon pulled out the big sword, bringing up an unpleasant smell, he frowned, as if he was a little displeased.

"Owen doesn't even let his companion go, this guy is completely insane."

He waved his hand, the black mist gradually dissipated, he took off the crown on his head, and sighed: "This thing is really uncomfortable to wear."

"It's okay, pretty handsome." Dante smiled.

"You're not bad either." Leon put the crown back into the iron box, and threw it towards Fleck who was not far away, as if throwing a piece of trash.

"Let's leave the scene to them, let's go back first."

He said no more, turned his wrist, and the great sword disappeared, like the most exquisite trick.

It is also an ancient relic. Dante realized it, and showed a bright smile to Fleck who had just approached.

"Congratulations, Mr. Fleck."

"Huh?" Fleck was a little confused by this inexplicable sentence, and he didn't react for a while.

"Congratulations on your escape!"

Dante smiled, brushed past him, and patted the opponent's shoulder with his palm, wiping off the stain without leaving any traces.

The chubby "engineer" with a crooked mustache was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

Yes, everyone survived.

He stared deeply at the back of the young man in front of him, as if he wanted to remember his appearance thoroughly.

The newly joined Extraordinary with magical means, and he is not chaotic in times of crisis, is a very good young man.

Fleck felt that when he went back to report on his work, he should be able to make a big statement.

At this moment, my old acquaintance, the annoying guy with red eyes from the third action team, came over.

"Our captain asked me to tell you that in your report, don't write too much about Dante."

"Why?" Fleck was taken aback again.

He subconsciously thought that Lyon wanted to suppress this up-and-coming young man.

"Protection, understand?" George looked at him with a look of hatred for iron and steel, and said contemptuously, "Are you stupid for studying those scrap iron?"

"But there are so many people here today."

Fleck ignored the old man's ridicule, and asked in puzzlement, "How could it be possible to hide it?"

"I didn't tell you to hide it, just don't write too well."

George rubbed his chin, thinking of what happened last night, his eyes began to wander.

"In a proper way, neither to hide the credit, but also not to praise too much, understand?"

"What strange things do your action team want to do?"

Fleck pondered for a long time but couldn't figure it out, but he nodded and agreed.

Who told me to have a good relationship with this group of guys.

The rain gradually weakened, and the dark clouds slowly faded, and his eyes turned forward again.

In sight, on the road that the young man was walking on, all the members of the Special Investigation Bureau retreated to the sides, the shock still remained in their eyes.

In this situation, Fleck had no reason to think of the conversation he had with some old guys in the research institute.

"It's going to change."

He said so.

(End of this chapter)