Section 3: The Final Blow (II

The Asaka Palace is the seat of the highest governing body of the Psychic Master + Passion Guild.

Of course, this supreme body is nominal, and it manages only day-to-day affairs, similar to a bureaucracy such as the Imperial Chancellery. It can be said that except for the vice president and the central hall on duty, everyone else will be submerged by the Wenshan Huihai.

In the airtight conference room, the red-robed master conveyed this shocking message with a secret gesture, and then under the leadership of the vice president on duty, he went to the Starlight Lighthouse - which is the actual supreme governing body of the headquarters, and it is also the place where all kinds of old monsters are entrenched.

The old monsters have been alarmed by the ringing bells, and it is unforgivable for these people who have been self-contained for many years to be disturbed. The warmest sunlight could not melt their cold gaze, and occasionally, a dry greeting would sound between acquaintances.

In the bright and clean hall, the old monsters, who were rarely alarmed, stood or sit, waiting for the exact news. They all had impatient looks on their faces, as if they might go crazy at any moment

When the Vice-President and the Red-Robed Adeptus appeared, their apathy and irritability reached their peak.

But the report of the two was beyond the expectations of the old monsters, and it was not someone who caused trouble?

The interest of the old monsters was immediately aroused by the legendary "newcomer", who gathered around them, rubbing their hands together excitedly, and drooling strangely - there is no doubt that in the eyes of some people, everything in the world is the object of supernatural research.

The meeting ended quickly, and the old monsters with Jiān's cunning arranged everything, and no matter how difficult it was, it was nothing. Several orders were issued at once: the defense forces on duty did not move, and the elite forces on duty were transferred to block the rotating hall of the Dream Hall.

Several other hidden forces were immediately dispatched and rushed to several important locations to prepare for the response.

Only then will patrol ambassadors be sent to all Anomalous Divisions, whose mission is to find out the exact whereabouts of the "newcomers" and report them in a timely manner. Of course, the name of the mission is also necessary, and the old monsters come up with a temporary, but plausible reason.

"Check the marriages and children of the intermediate paranormal divisions in each branch. ”

For major events, although these arrangements on the surface are strict, they are still lacking, so the old monsters still have hidden means of insurance.

They decided to send in the guild's strategic deterrent, the contemporary master of anomalies, Ingmar - something else might not have moved him, but let him find and protect the guild's future strategic deterrent, a mission he would have been happy with.

The vice president on duty sadly accepted the important task of lobbying Ingmar the wooden lump, and suddenly changed his expression like a mournful woman. The red-robed supernatural who reported the news wanted to meet this legendary figure, but unfortunately he was only level four, and he didn't even have the qualifications to hold a spittoon and listen to the corner.

Because the identity of Master Ingmar is too special and too important.

Few people in the guild knew about Master Ingmar's rank, as he did not publish any research results and did not teach the younger generations. Most people who knew the power of Master Ingmar were reduced to ashes by his abilities - the last nickname of the current Master of Abilities was not very harmonious, and at that time, the long-haired, big-bellied Ingmar was known as the "Extraordinary Butcher".

The apostles of this generation of the Radiant Church planted two in his hands, both of which were the kind with no bones left.

In front of this kind of character who can shake the earth with every move, ordinary ability masters can stand firm, even if they have the ability.

So everyone present knew that the errand of the vice president on duty was not easy to deal with - everyone knew that Ingmar had a bad temper, and sarcasm was his most gentle style of communication, and there was only one person in the guild who could make him run away.

Her name is Hazel, and she was Ingmar's childhood companion...... Unfortunately, Level 4 Anomalist Hazel is currently on vacation, claiming to be back to her hometown to deal with some SI affairs, at least that's what her fake note says.

Therefore, the vice president on duty can only bite the bullet, who told him to be on duty at this time?

Just as His Excellency the Vice President was climbing the stairs with a sad face, Townsend was also doing gymnastics in pain in the distant Sky City.

He had calculated all the questions on the twelve small tables, and the final answers were all digitized, but when he was enthusiastic about doing practical work, he accidentally twisted his waist......

For two whole days without sleep, squatting on the ground and writing the entire platform floor, testing the answers dozens of times, and exhausting the power of the ability several times to compare the data, he was able to survive and not feel bored

"The soul of an otaku is burning" As he moved his body and examined the results, Townshamp's relieved expression was mixed with pain.

He was unkempt, his face was dark, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Come on, while you still have a little strength, you can get the girl to go back to sleep. After a few bites of food, Townsend staggered over to the large table, studied the diagram carefully, then closed his eyes and mentally figured out how to implement this complex ability......

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes and let out a long breath.

The moment he stretched out his hand, Townsend's eyes changed, and suddenly glowed with a strange brilliance on that tired face

The five fingers of his left hand were softly drawn out, slowly unfolding in a fan-shape, as if plucking the invisible strings, and as if to pick up the water vapor in the void, five sparkling magic diamonds with the light of the mi-man dàng with his fingertips, floating towards the top of the huge table--the whistling sound sounded continuously, and five ribbons of clouds with gorgeous faces crossed the sky, following the exact trajectory into the distance.

With a flick of his left wrist, Townsend let go of his control over the Ability Diamonds, and the next five fingers were pulled out in succession, and the other five Ability Diamonds were immediately added to the table, and the whistling sound began again, and the corresponding cloud bands flew in from the other direction, and the last came first, making a turn at the end of the field of vision and then turning back, intertwined with the previous five cloud bands.

Townsend withdrew his hand slightly, and then poked out, his fingertips swaying from side to side, as if clicking on two different sets of keys, both of which were closed at the touch of a button, and the two sets of ability diamonds maintained a perfect posture, spinning and circling above the table without interfering with each other—in the sky, the ribbon of colorful clouds had been wound into an extraordinary double spiral, and the tail marks were getting longer and longer, gradually forming a dazzling three-dimensional pattern.

Townsend retracted his gaze, his unmoved right hand stretched out, and the last two ability diamonds spun and joined the already complex table, joining the demonstration of the historical Xing's ability - this time it was no longer a cloud belt that entered the sky, but a huge cloud of mist.

They are like blocks of paint in a puzzle game, scurrying through the passages separated by ten cloud bands.

Townsend flipped his fingers and made groups of intricate and ever-changing poses, subtly controlling the movements of the twelve ability diamonds, and the movements of his hands were so fast that it was impossible to see......

If there was a high-level anomalist here, then he would be horrified to find that Townshend's ten fingers actually maintained at least fifty control channels at the same time

Above the sky, the clouds of light had filled all the vacancies, and just a moment before the clouds were about to overflow, Townsend suddenly withdrew his wrists and shook them, snapping his fingers.

The sound pierced through time and space, and a strong light appeared on the canopy, initially just a small flash at the core, and then rapidly expanding like a shock

Townsend only felt that his vision was bright and dark, and his eyes felt tingling, and he couldn't resist closing his eyes and sitting on the ground with his feet weak.

Wolfgang, the headquarters of the Anomalous Division, and the Starlight Lighthouse intermediate platform.

"Master Ingmar, while I know this will make you unhappy, there is no doubt that this matter is very important to the Anomalous Masters Guild. Standing on the edge of the stone arch, the vice president on duty bowed his head slightly and said to the garden, "Moreover, this is also the common opinion of everyone......

"If you say anything so stupid, I'll drop you down. A cold, mean, aggressive voice came from the depths of the greenery: "You creature whose every pore overflows with the stench of a merchant is not qualified to set foot on my turf."

"Uh...... I can't understand the words of the master. The muscles on the vice president's face twitched, he was a little surprised, but also really innocent: "I am honest in this trip, there is no cunning and hypocrisy in it, you must apologize to me"

"Apologize to you? Even ordinary people only need to apologize if they say the wrong thing, am I wrong?" came a cold laugh from there: "In this world, the person who can make me apologize has not yet appeared." ”

"Even if you have a high status, Master, you can't be unreasonable," the Vice President retorted sternly: "Why do I just say stupid things? Why do I have the stench of merchants overflowing from every pore? Why am I not qualified to come here? Isn't it unreasonable to sacrifice a little time and energy to save the future elites of the guild, Master?"

"It's really rare for someone like you to be the vice president. The disgusting voice showed no remorse: "It seems that you are not only ignorant, but also have problems with comprehension - let me ask you, are you really a miracle master?"

"I'm a Miracle Master, and I love Miracle Master," the Vice President managed to suppress his anger, and since he was in this position, no one had spoken to him like this - no amount of preparation was enough for Master Ingmar

"Love?" a scornful sneer, "Then let me ask you, what is the ability?"

"The knife that kills," the vice president said solemnly and cautiously, "the sword of self-help"

Master Ingmar came from afar: "Yes, you are a straightforward person, but that's all. ”

He had no intention of showing up, and the contempt in his words could not have been more obvious.

――――The following does not count the number of words

It's the end of the month, so keep burning

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