pjbooks Chapter 118 The Power of Heretics, Appearance: You...this face...is yours!
Chapter 118 The Power of Heretics, Appearance: You...this face...is yours!
Bai Xiang laughed.
In that instant when he was frozen at absolute zero, when even thought should have stopped, he smiled?
That smile was full of mockery, and even more so... full of disdain.
not good!
Chen Yifan's heart skipped a beat.
Wang Jianguo also stopped at almost the same time, his brows furrowing slightly.
"Did you guess it?"
The voices of Bai Xiang were no longer confined to the frozen "corpse," but rang out simultaneously from all directions of the square.
"Do you think I'd be stupid enough to be manipulated by your bizarre abilities twice in the same place?"
"Wang Jianguo, your strength really surprised me."
"Unorthodox practices and professional ethics coexist... I never thought there would actually be someone in this world who could do that..."
coexist?
Chen Yifan was deeply shaken.
Professionalism and heterodoxy are two conflicting forces?
Yes.
In this era of global professionalization?
Under the rules of this world...
How could we possibly allow such heretical sects as "extraordinary paths" to exist!
The way he looked at Wang Jianguo changed.
[Secret Investigation]
[Target: Wang Jianguo, Occupation: D-level Thermostatist, Spirit: ???, Stealable List: Skills, Hand of Constant Temperature (D-level), Temperature Regulation (C-level)... A cup of freshly brewed Malva nut tea, a half-bag full of cartons of tobacco...]
The results were almost identical to those from the previous investigation by the security bureau.
But it has an additional C-level "temperature control".
A half-backpack of dry tobacco...
What the hell is this?!
but……
Based on the results of the recent "surveillance".
His ability to steal everything can only steal things that fall under the rules of the so-called "world engine".
Wang Jianguo's core forces are not included at all!
"Heh...you've got some skill."
Wang Jianguo's expression remained calm, but his eyes swept over the ruins where Chen Yifan was hiding.
This little guy...
At this moment, Bai Xiang's voice rang out again, carrying a cruel tone that suggested the mystery was about to be revealed.
"But you forgot one thing..."
"I am an assassin."
"An assassin never confronts a person head-on."
The moment the words fell.
The "Hundred Forms" that was frozen in place shattered inch by inch, like a mirror.
It turned into countless black specks of light flying everywhere.
It's an illusion!
From the moment he was subdued by Wang Jianguo in one move, what remained in his place was merely an illusion constructed from shadow energy, so realistic it could fool anyone!
The real him has long since disappeared!
"Be careful!"
Ye Tong gasped in shock. He tried to warn her, but found that he couldn't make a sound.
But Wang Jianguo seemed to have eyes in the back of his head.
He didn't even turn his head.
He simply flicked the nearly burnt-out cigarette butt from his mouth backward.
laugh--!
The cigarette butt drew a barely perceptible line of fire in mid-air.
It accurately shot at a spot three meters behind him, a shadowy, empty patch of ground.
"I've found you."
Wang Jianguo said calmly.
The shadow twisted violently.
Bai Xiang's figure stumbled out of there in a disheveled state.
The small cigarette butt burned a hole the size of a fist through his chest.
At the edge of the hole, there was no blood, only a charred black spot, still emitting wisps of smoke.
"Cough...cough cough..."
Bai Xiang coughed violently, and for the first time, a look of genuine pain appeared on his face.
He looked down at the wound on his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"How...how did you find me?"
"Hehe, the smell on you is too strong."
Wang Jianguo turned around, lit another cigarette, and took a drag.
"It smells like a dead rat that's been sitting in a sewer for hundreds of years; you can smell it from 800 miles away."
His words were extremely hurtful.
But Chen Yifan understood.
It's not the smell.
It's temperature, not temperature.
As long as Bai Xiang is still a "living being",
As long as his body still has warmth.
Even the slightest temperature change cannot escape Wang Jianguo's perception.
This is simply the nemesis of all stealth classes!
Chen Yifan looked at Wang Jianguo's perpetually sleepy and lazy appearance, and his mind was in complete chaos.
He was completely baffled by the abilities Wang Jianguo was displaying.
It is ultimately a professional skill.
It's still that so-called "heretical power".
But the only thing he was clear about was...
This man is as strong as a monster.
"Good...very good..."
Bai Xiang clutched the wound on his chest and slowly straightened up.
All the playfulness and composure vanished from his effeminate face.
Instead, there was a utterly enraged, all-consuming madness.
"Wang Jianguo, you've successfully angered me."
"Originally, I wanted to leave you with a complete corpse so I could study the mysteries of your power."
"Now it seems unnecessary."
He opened his one intact arm, palm facing upwards.
A pitch-black, palm-sized stone statue, carved with the face of a ferocious evil god, appeared out of thin air.
next second.
The fragment of [Yagern's Gaze] that had been dormant in Chen Yifan's pocket suddenly began to vibrate violently, burning his skin!
A sinister, ancient, ominous, and corrupt terrifying aura erupted from Bai Xiang's palm!
That's not psionic energy.
It was a thicker, darker energy aggregate filled with all the negative emotions in the world.
Resentment, jealousy, greed, killing...
It seemed to gather all the malice from all ages past.
The next second, that power shot into the sky and condensed into a strange eye with countless twisted and wailing faces covering its surface in the air above the square!
The pupils of his eyes were like bottomless, pitch-black vortexes.
The mere act of gazing at someone can feel as if their soul is being sucked in, condemning them to eternal damnation.
This……
This is... the true form of [Agern's Gaze]?!
Chen Yifan stared intently at the statue in the other person's hand.
Use all your strength.
He barely managed to control the shard in his pocket that was about to fly out!
"This is……"
Ye Tong stared at the enormous demonic eye in the sky, her face ashen.
really.
It really is that thing!
"it's over."
Bai Xiang's voice became high and mighty, filled with divine majesty.
"Under the watchful eye of 'God,' everything you have will return to nothingness."
The demonic eye in the sky slowly rotated its pupils, finally locking onto Wang Jianguo.
There were no beams of light, no energy beams.
The moment he was locked onto by the demonic eye, the ground beneath Wang Jianguo's feet, the buildings behind him, and everything around him began to decompose silently.
Chen Yifan's heart sank to the bottom.
He knew that Wang Jianguo was performing exceptionally well, ridiculously so.
But what was happening before his eyes was beyond his comprehension.
Uncle Wang, can you still hold on?
"god?"
"That's interesting."
Faced with this bizarre method that could drive any level 90 being to despair.
Instead of fear, Wang Jianguo's face showed a hint of...interest.
Because he sensed an aura from that statue that shared the same origin as his own.
Things from other religions.
Unexpectedly, even the rats in Baixiang's ditch have come into contact with the "heretical" teachings.
pity…
I only scratched the surface.
Wang Jianguo looked up at the giant demonic eye in the sky.
then……
He made a move that no one could understand.
He loosened the collar of his jacket, then the buttons of his shirt.
One, two, three...
It revealed the faded white vest underneath.
"Sigh, I didn't really want to use this trick."
Wang Jianguo sighed deeply, his tone filled with the helplessness of office workers forced to work overtime.
"When people get old, their bones become brittle and they can't withstand such a big challenge."
"However, since you've put on such a great performance, I'll show you what real..."
He paused, then spat the cigarette butt from his mouth onto the ground.
Wisps of smoke drifted in.
The next second, the smoke surged and wrapped directly around Wang Jianguo's body.
"Heretical sects..."
The moment the words fell.
boom--!!!
An indescribable, pure, primal, and domineering aura erupted from Wang Jianguo's body!
That's also psionic energy.
But it's different!
Chen Yifan couldn't explain why they were different.
He only felt that this was a kind of... independent force that was not part of the rules of this world!
Under the impact of this force, even the giant demonic eye in the sky trembled violently.
Followed by.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Wang Jianguo's body began to undergo drastic changes.
His slightly hunched back straightened inch by inch.
Loose skin becomes firm and elastic again.
The wrinkles at the corners of the eyes were smoothed out at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The gray hair quickly turned jet black and shiny, starting from the roots.
The lines on that face, which always looked tired and oily, became sharp and distinct.
In just a few seconds.
That old policeman who looked to be in his fifties and about to retire.
He transformed into a stranger, a man around thirty years old with a resolute face and sharp, piercing eyes!
Rejuvenation?
"You...you..."
Looking at Wang Jianguo, who was completely different from before, Bai Xiang saw that the god-like majesty and composure on his face had completely disappeared.
Instead, there was an overwhelming sense of horror.
"This face..."
"It's you!"