Chapter 822: Luring the Snake Out of Its Hole! (Part 3)

Its essence is close to the soul, but at the same time, it is not entirely a soul. It is a processed remnant soul, possessing some soul characteristics, while also not being strongly restrained by sunlight, lightning, and such, unlike a remnant soul ghost, making it an optimized version of the soul entity.

The attack of the ‘Spirit’ can directly hit the soul and also cause a small amount of physical damage. Their attacks are hard to defend against and quite troublesome to deal with.

The intensity can be said to be exceedingly sinister!

But the price of being strong is the need for a long preparation time; it cannot be instantly unleashed and can only summon the ‘Spirit’ that has been prepared and successfully transformed.

In the blink of an eye, countless azure ‘Spirits’ filled the town, making the human world seem like a purgatory.

Regrettably, most of these ‘Spirits’ are rooted in the ordinary Level 1 residents without combat power, belonging to inferior materials. The ‘Spirits’ converted from these inferior materials are not particularly strong, and not difficult to handle for Spiritualists or Transcenders.

But that’s for outsiders!

“Buzz…!”

The built-in defense system of Happy Town is fully activated, and the building protective doors slam shut, with the remaining residents screaming as they retreat indoors, tightly blocking doors and windows. The surface happiness has already disappeared.

At the same time, some people endure fear, take out the communication device to take pictures of those around, trying to record their ‘undignified’ side for reporting later.

Because reporting can also earn money!

Meanwhile, Level 2 Stewards and Level 3 Executors rush forward, bullets are frantically pouring, yet all physical attacks directly penetrate the Spirits without causing any substantial harm.

“Damn it, what is this thing? Guns are completely useless!” A Steward’s finger trembles as he pulls the trigger, looking at the approaching Spirit, his voice full of panic and despair.

“It’s coming! It’s coming!”

Another Steward is grazed by a Spirit’s shoulder, instantly clutching his head and kneeling to the ground, convulsing all over, the piercing screams echoing through the alley. The pain from the soul is something he has completely never experienced.

The ‘Spirit’s attacks are indeed not strong, even requiring many attacks to kill a Steward.

But the problem is, these Stewards cannot deal direct harm to the ‘Spirit’ with firearms, plus the Spirit can move directly through obstacles, utilizing spiritual body’s special advantages, making it extremely difficult for Stewards to handle.

This is a Three-Body People mechanism dimensional reduction strike!

When the numbers don’t add up, mechanisms make up!

“Quick, use ability suppression spray!”

“No! It’s useless! This thing isn’t an Ability User, suppression spray has no effect at all!”

“Ahhhh!!”

Screams, wails, gunfire, cannon blasts, and the eerie wails of Spirits floating mixed together, turning the once cozy town street into a purgatory, countless ‘Spirits’ roaming wildly, chasing the Stewards in disarray, with no countermeasure.

“Whoosh~!”

Fierce flames suddenly streak through the chaos, hot waves sweep out, instantly burning three approaching Spirits into nothingness, the firelight illuminating the ground.

A red-haired youth stands atop the building, surrounded by surging flames, emitting a strong aura, he is one of the few Level 4 Order Keepers in the town, codenamed Crimson Ghost.

He looks down at the full street of Spirits, brows tightly furrowed, his expression cold.

The mechanism of these ‘Spirits’ is very special, ordinary Stewards without special abilities cannot handle them, but for someone like him who possesses special abilities and has sufficiently high basic statistics, those low-level ‘Spirits’ are merely things that can be easily killed.

The ‘Spirit’s strength is not strong, and the damage it can inflict is also limited, killing a non-resistant Steward requires a long time, if the Steward tries to flee with all their might, the time needed is even longer.

But!

In actual combat, can the Stewards escape? Can they escape in large groups?

If they are really driven away by these ‘Spirits’, casualties can indeed be reduced, but what happens if outsiders take this opportunity to directly assault?

This thing is very disgusting!

Pure mechanism against Heaven!

“Bastard!”

Crimson Ghost cursed in a low voice, looking ugly, he was about to clean up more ‘Spirits’, but in the forest again came the familiar charging noise.

The ion cannon charging complete, a thick blue-white beam streaks across the sky, directly bombarding the town’s interior along the outer barrier, hitting a government building.

“Boom boom boom!!!”

A violent explosion suddenly erupted, bricks and stones flying, firelight soaring, and the government building collapsed amid rubble, the already chaotic town taking more severe damage.

“Shit! Will it never end?”

The red-haired youth’s eyes widened with anger, flames surged around him, and his fury was immense.

He abruptly turns his head, looking towards the blue-haired youth on the other side of the battlefield, angrily shouting: “Cyan Ghost, won’t you take active action yet? If this keeps up, the town will be completely destroyed, then we won’t be able to answer to the people above!”

“…”

Cyan Ghost silently swings his arm, the blade in his hand shining with eerie blue light slices through, precisely dispersing a pouncing Spirit, the blue glow on the sword instantly eradicating it.

His expression was grim, his eyes coldly scanning the full street of Spirits, then looking towards the direction where the cannon noise came from, his thin lips tightly pressed.

As a Level 4 powerhouse with command authority, he could certainly perceive the strategic intent of the opponent, if he takes active action now, it equates to falling into the opponent’s trap, but if he doesn’t take action, Happy Town will be finished…this is blatant open strategy.

After a moment of silence, Cyan Ghost coldly says: “No choice, leave two people in the town to clean up the Spirits and stabilize the situation, the rest follow me out to kill their casters and solve everyone outside!”

With the words settled, Cyan Ghost’s body was enveloped in surging blue light, transforming into a blue shadow, initially sprinting towards the forest outside the town, the gleam in his eyes growing colder.

Though the battle has yet to begin, he can already anticipate scenes where the opponent has set traps in advance, using various strange and cunning schemes… this feeling is quite unpleasant.

But he has no choice, he can’t truly ignore Happy Town, otherwise, he’ll be dead then.

These bastards!!

Cyan Ghost cursed again in his heart.