Siren Blade

Chapter 145 Ming Yi
The nickname "Crazy Believer" was originally Baiju's derogatory term for that mad scientist.Because fanatics define science as the pursuit of truth and regard it as their "religion" just like fanatics do.

Assuming that the fanatic is seeking the truth, I can logically understand why he is trying to prove himself.Because in the hypothesis of the Great True Spirit, our world is the dream of the Great True Spirit, and the Great True Spirit is the source of all phenomena.In other words, it is "Tao" or "God", which is also what ancient philosophers called "thing in itself" or "absolute spirit", and "truth".

And this is only logically understood, emotionally I still can't empathize with him.

I believe that many people have thought about the origin and end of the universe, who they are, where they came from, and where they are going.But as far as I am concerned, these propositions are at most only thought about when I go to the toilet to defecate or when my thoughts diverge before going to bed. He paid his life for this.

If a fanatic just does his own research, I will definitely respect him, saying that this is the great spirit of seeking knowledge, "If you hear the Tao in the morning, you can die in the evening"; but he even sacrificed the people of the whole city in order to achieve his desire, Then I can only say that he is already malfunctioning as a human being, and his mental illness is beyond cure.

That's bad enough, but I have an even worse guess.

"No one in history has ever come into contact with a true spiritualist, never. Either the spiritualist never appeared; or there was, but they all became 'forms that no one can touch'." I put myself The speculation said to the siren, "To leave the fog, you must destroy the 'anchor'. The problem is that the 'anchor' has merged with the fanatic."

"If the fanatic is really sublimated into a true spirit warlock, the 'anchor' may be transformed into a 'form that no one can touch' together with him, do you think so?" She asked.

"It's fine if the 'anchor' loses its original performance after transformation, and the fog will automatically dissipate." I said, "But if it only changes its form of existence but still retains its original performance, it means we have to Not forever locked in the mist."

This is the worst and most hopeless scenario.

The best case scenario is that the fanatic sublimates and the "anchor" stays where it is.But even then the situation is hopeless.Because no one can cross the barrier around the radio tower.

Right now, the vortex of true spirit power is still in a state of "brewing", fanatics should not be able to sublimate to true spirit warlocks for the time being, but in my feeling, it is only a matter of time.

"Even if you can cross the enchantment of the sky, it is extremely difficult to overcome the fantasy undead body of the fanatic. Because my enhanced 'real damage' has been exposed to him, it is hard to imagine that he will have no countermeasures against it." I said while thinking.

"There are two ways." The Siren seemed to think about it for a while, "The first way is to break through violently, that is, to use an unprecedentedly powerful 'real kill'."

I asked directly, "What about the second one?"

"The second is to solve it from a technical level. From the memory of the bald demon warlock in the past, I have glimpsed some clues about the dream of immortality, but he is only a user and has no more knowledge. It is best to be able to receive Come down to get more specific knowledge of the dream immortal body..." Then, she said amazingly, "In this way, not only can we crack it, but we even have the opportunity to use the dream immortal body."

"Use yourself?" This is something I never imagined.

"The dream warlock is a variant of the true spirit warlock, and the fanatic is neither a dream warlock nor a true spirit warlock, but he can use the dream undead body. Then I think the key should be the power of the true spirit technology he has mastered. And it just so happens that, We also have the power of true spirits, so why can't we use the fantasy undead body?" Then, she added, "The premise is that we can learn it well."

That's right.I can also use dreamy undead - which sounds really dreamy enough.The reality is that the Sirens can't grasp the essence of secret lore, and I'm a magic idiot.

While talking, my pace did not stop, and I was still on my way back to the abandoned site of the Security Bureau.And speaking of this, the siren suddenly said: "Someone is following us."

I scanned the surroundings with awareness for the first time, but no one noticed.However, her awareness is not as weak as mine, which can only be fully utilized in battle. Since she said so, it must be true.

"It's on the right rear, behind the red car 200 meters away." She reminded, "But there is no malice, otherwise you must have noticed it."

I listened to her words, and my eyes fixed on that position without moving.

Moments later, the stalker appeared to realize that he had been exposed, and came out from behind the cover.It was a man in his thirties, wearing a black law enforcement warlock uniform, with a weapon in his right hand, watching me warily.

Are you a survivor of the Mirage Security Agency?
In addition to the accident, I also thought about how I should deal with it.

I lifted the Siren Blade in my hand, took out my work ID, and showed it to him from a distance.He looked surprised, and then walked towards me with an extremely cautious attitude, as if I would pounce on him and bite his face at any time.

"Hello, I'm Ren Sai, a law enforcement warlock, from the Liucheng Security Bureau." After he walked in front of me, I briefly introduced myself.

"I'm Ming Yi." He said, "The law enforcement warlock of Mirage Security Bureau, Ming Yi."
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After a brief exchange, I roughly understood what this Mingyi was all about.

He survived the destruction of Mirage Security because he wasn't even there.He was patrolling the streets of Mirage at that time, and when he was walking on the road, he suddenly saw a huge fog engulfing the entire city, and countless monsters rushed out of the fog to attack passers-by.

He tried his best to save everyone he could see, but he couldn't do anything and couldn't ask for support.And when he returned to the Security Bureau, what he saw were ruins strewn with corpses.

When the disaster happened, he was not the only law enforcement warlock patrolling the outside world.Therefore, in the following six months (the half year mentioned here is the time passed in the fog), he found other surviving partners and invited them to save the survivors together.

Unfortunately, not all law enforcement warlocks are willing to spend their energy saving ordinary people.Only two like-minded lawmans chose to join him, but even those two parted ways with him after a while.

And just ten minutes ago, when he went out to collect supplies, he noticed a very strong spiritual fluctuation coming from a distance.That was the aftermath of my confrontation with the fanatics.He approached out of curiosity, and soon found me returning to the abandoned site of the Security Bureau, but he couldn't tell whether I was an enemy or a friend.Then he was discovered by the siren.

In addition, this is not the first time I have heard the name "Mingyi".

Before I went to Mirage, Lie Que recommended a local law enforcement warlock to me. He said that he had quite strong tracking and investigation capabilities and could help me track down the blood bite.

That person is Ming Yi.

Lie Que also gave me a handwritten letter, saying that he had helped Mingyi before, and as long as I forwarded the letter to him, Mingyi would help me.

Since he was the candidate recommended by Lie Que, he must be a law enforcement warlock with a heart of justice just like the hunter.

I handed over the handwritten letter right now, he read it after receiving it, then raised his face in shock, his eyes stuck to my cheek, "Devil Li Duo?"

Now my self-introduction is in vain again.

I don't know how many mental activities he experienced at this moment.Perhaps it was because of that Lie Que who endorsed my credit. He didn't show much hostility towards me. Although his face became stagnant for a moment, he quickly calmed down, "I didn't expect the rumors of the Liucheng Security Bureau to be true. Li Duo really became a law enforcement warlock... No, I didn't doubt that the rumors were false, but it turned out to be true..."

His emotions are inconsistent, but I understand his feelings.

Then, he showed a bitter expression, "I'm sorry, although Lie Que entrusted me to help you track down that super main-level demon warlock named Bite Blood, the situation has become like this..."

"It doesn't matter. The original plan was to call Lie Que immediately after finding the blood, but now there is no such condition. Just because we go to find the blood is nothing more than a sheep in the mouth of a tiger." I can't let him accompany me He was dying, so he had to switch to other topics, "I heard that Lie Que helped you before, what's going on?"

Hearing this, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then said: "Lie Que is my guide in the Security Bureau. I used to do ordinary law enforcement work in the secular society, but I have a rather stubborn personality, and a lot of things happened... ...It was not a very good thing, and I was fired by my superiors. During that time, I was very depressed, and I could even say that I gave up on myself. I made myself a ghost, and I was involved in a dangerous secret incident. And By coincidence, Lie Que saved me and recommended me to the Security Bureau. After undergoing a lot of rigorous training, I became a law enforcement warlock of the Mirage Security Bureau."

It turns out that this should be regarded as a kindness of knowledge.I thought and asked: "You said you were collecting supplies outside before, but I see that your hands are empty."

"It's all stored here." He took out a small and exquisite container model, "This is a storage tool that can store up to [-] tons of supplies. It was me and two other law enforcement warlocks who fought with those demons in the mist The spoils obtained by the warlocks after the battle... they are said to be spoils, but this is probably the magic item that those demon warlocks snatched from the security bureau's warehouse."

His face was gloomy, "Why did our security bureau be destroyed so easily... Could it be that the super-main-level demon warlock mentioned in the letter did it?"

"That's her," I replied, then asked, "Did you set up a survivor's shelter somewhere in the city?"

"Yes." He nodded, "Would you like to go back with me?"

"Of course. But before that, I still need to meet up with my partner." I said, "And, in fact, I also saved a few survivors before. I wonder if you can accept them?"

Hearing this, he said surprisingly: "My refuge has accommodated nearly a thousand survivors, and it doesn't matter if there are more."

"So many?" I was puzzled. "With all due respect, your strength doesn't seem to be strong. How did you protect so many survivors?"

In my perception, although his strength is stronger than ordinary law enforcement warlocks, it is only enough to protect himself in the fog.Although I didn't pay attention to the demons in the mist at all, those demons are actually comparable to ordinary law enforcement warlocks in every head.If he is accidentally besieged by demons with more than three heads, he will also become very dangerous.Even those demon warlocks would easily die under the sharp teeth and minions of the group of demons if they did not form a group.

He seems to be like Saber Tooth, most of his power comes from his own weapon.Considering that he is a law enforcement warlock who has become a monk, it is a reasonable choice to use weapons to fill his lack of cultivation.

His weapon is a "mace" made of bronze and about one meter in length.This is a hard whip weapon that looks like a sword from a distance, but it has no edge.If I, who doesn't have much research on cold weapons, describe it, it's a bit like installing a sword handle on a steel bar.

"Because the place where my refuge is located is a bit special. Unlike other places, demons will not approach it at all." He said, but showed a self-deprecating expression, as if he felt that he was not very proud of using that kind of place.

"So, where are the other surviving law enforcement warlocks?" I asked. "Where are those people today?"

"They are basically dead." He said heavily, "Although they were unwilling to save the survivors, they gathered together in order to break through the fog and plan to attack the instigator called the fanatic, but in the end, even the distortion space around the broadcasting tower... ...It seems to be called the enchantment of heaven, and even that cannot be crossed. I also heard about this from the surviving law enforcement warlock, and I lost contact with that person soon after. If I also joined the ranks of crusade at the beginning, say Maybe he's dead by now."

"Did the fanatics kill them?" I asked.

"No, according to that man, the fanatic has been staying in the radio tower, let alone shooting, he won't even come out of the tower." He said, "Maybe it's because he didn't put the remaining Let law enforcement warlocks pay attention."

But as soon as the fanatic saw me approaching the broadcast tower, he shot immediately. Should I thank him for "appreciating" me so much?

He continued with a sinking face, "The one who killed them was a mysterious main-level warlock."

Just in case, I checked again, "Is it the main force level, not the super main force level?"

"That's right." He said solemnly, "Moreover, this mysterious main-level warlock is not only hunting down all law enforcement warlocks, but also hunting down all demon warlocks."

(End of this chapter)