I'm the Mysterious Leader of the Salvation Organization

Chapter 113: The Savior Must Have a Deep Intention!

Chapter 113: The Savior Must Have a Deep Intention!

There were no passersby along the road, and in the darkness, he could only hear the buzz of mosquitoes.

Bai Yan walked on the way back to the team, once again activating Mysterious Magic's extrasensory perception to be vigilant against the possibility of someone being around.

The sound of mosquitoes, the scent of the wind, the subtle sound of the soil being dug up...

He felt everything in the world, making sure there was no possibility of being monitored by the witch, and then took out his mobile phone once again.

Bai Yan's phone was actually his second new phone, not his first.

Nobody knew about the existence of this phone.

Under normal circumstances, this phone, which looked exactly the same as the first new phone, was always kept by Bai Yan inside Babel Tower.

Bai Yan dared not use the first new phone he bought to play Babel Tower anymore.

Not only the Demon Hunt Agency would inspect and confiscate phones, but the witch who was concerned about him might also secretly put surveillance spells in it.

"The current situation is a bit awkward, and I must think of some ways to change the current state of helplessness."

Bai Yan fell into contemplation, beginning to ponder earnestly.

Does it still seem "appropriate" to continue being a Night Watcher?

Or, to put it plainly...

Is it still "profitable"?

Having obtained the specific way to become extraordinary from Alan, and learning a large amount of basic knowledge through the library of the Demon Hunt Agency...both of the benefits of being a Night Watcher have been obtained by him.

However, as a Night Watcher himself, it seemed that he couldn't simply disappear without further thought and leave things as they were.

"Hmm, this matter requires further consideration. It would be better to deal with the current situation first."

Bai Yan knew what he needed to do immediately. He quickly clicked "Restart" and began a series of actions on his way back to the team.

The difficulties of the new task are clearly twofold.

Firstly, the enemy that "Nightsaber" cannot kill, and even becomes stronger after each defeat.

Secondly, the enemy that will result in death upon encounter... the "Emperor's Meeting Kill" is too decisive to avoid.

"However, the reality is not so. In the real world, there can be no unavoidable attack, everything is dynamic and three-dimensional."

On the way back to the team, Bai Yan began considering the solutions.

He soon came up with an idea, his lips curling into a faint smile.

"Trust me, Mu Ling."

——

There was a team of thirty Night Watchers from the Demon Hunt Agency...however, there was an extra one today.

The pure white young man, "Emperor" Kessel, dressed in a white suit and with a delicate facial expression accompanied by a teardrop mole on the corner of his eye, seemed to be a perfect candidate for cross-dressing.

The decisive battle was about to begin when Alan suddenly found Kessel and, after a moment of silence, spoke:

"Personally, I think that perhaps the Demon Hunt Agency should not be enemies with Babel Tower... after all, their behind-the-scenes figure is a powerful god, and constantly provoking them is not a good behavior."

He didn't dare to say this to Lin Bian, but he was willing to discuss it with kind and gentle Kessel.

Kessel nodded calmly and asked in return, "So, are you planning to surrender to the Black Star Faction?"

"As we all know, the Black Star Faction's mastermind is a deity, perhaps even an Outer God."

——

Mu Ling walked on the dark street with a black cross in her hand.

She breathed the slightly damp air, feeling a significant difference from her past self.

"Speaking freely and openly... free from many constraints, yet still under the control of the Savior."

Mu Ling muttered to herself.

Like Maryse after her last mission, the current Mu Ling had learned to speak and express various emotions through her facial muscles.

She was not very surprised by this.

The Savior was not originally a slave owner and it is natural for him to return the right to speak to them. This is normal.

And His thoughts must have a reason.

Therefore, it must be for some unknown and unnecessary reason that He thinks it is time for the members of the Babel Tower to speak freely.

If Bai Yan could know the series of thoughts in Mu Ling's mind, he would definitely applaud her expertise, exclaiming, "Oh my, why didn't I think of so many reasons?"

"Roar..."

Hearing the sound, Mu Ling frowned.

The next moment, she had already seen it.

Holding a huge white stone pestle in hand, the muscular and towering monster's skin had already decayed and turned black, emitting a foul odor.

"No. 8."

This terrifying monster stood at a height of over three meters, accompanied by an oppressive force that no one could ignore.

Perhaps the most eerie thing was the broad smile on its face, as if mocking its enemies, mocking the existence of life and the world altogether.

"So it was you!"

Mu Ling's eyes narrowed as she recognized this enemy who had taken part in the ambush to Hoo Xin. And he was the only one who escaped punishment.

Then tonight, let it rest forever here.

"Roarrr!"

The monster roared and charged over with the large stone pestle in its hand.

Mu Ling gazed at the enemy running towards her, though his speed was not slow, it was still far inferior to her own.

Moreover, its movements lacked any skill, thus posed no threat.

"I can finish you off quickly."

"Sleep here, I'll give you liberation!"

Just when Mu Ling thought she would wield the black sword and launch an attack directly, something completely unexpected happened to her.

She was running away!

Yes, Mu Ling found that she "self" had no fighting spirit, and after claiming to give the enemy "liberation"...she turned around and ran!

What is happening here?

Why didn't you kill it?

"My Lord, the Savior?"

I have already boasted big words, haven't I?

Mu Ling, who values honor, found herself "fleeing in confusion" and felt a little aggrieved at first. But soon she realized there must be a profound meaning behind the idea of the Savior.

"Hmm, there must be some sort of profound meaning..."