This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!

Chapter 49: Chapter 049: Strange Attire

The yellow-robed monster lifted its arms, its tendrils slowly retracting back into its wide sleeves. Suddenly, the yellow sleeves swelled, and a stream of purple, poisonous fluid continuously poured from the cuffs onto the ground. The flow quickened, and within moments, a small river had formed in the corridor.

The purple liquid didn’t reach their ankles, wetting the socks of the six special agents, but they paid it no heed. The level of the little purple river rose slowly, threatening to fill the entire corridor in another minute or two.

“Use that,” Violet ordered, turning her head back.

The brown-haired female agent extended her left arm. Her five fingers glowed with a faint blue light, and starting from her fingertips, her hand began to turn translucent. A pale blue orb, the size of a ping-pong ball, rose in her palm. Her thumb, index finger, and middle finger delved into this orb, and with a “snap” of her fingers,

The orb instantly ruptured, creating a burst of bright white light at the agent’s fingertips, flashing like the flashbulb of a camera—capturing a snapshot of the entire corridor in an instant.

After the flash, the purple poisonous river and the tentacle-like, eerie plants clinging to the walls all vanished into thin air, and a floating white-robed resentful spirit appeared behind the yellow-robed monster.

Four white-robed monsters charged at the agents, wielding steel knives. They spun their upper bodies, turning the knives like a meat grinder, but their masks never followed the rotation, staring straight ahead instead.

The Black special agent stepped forward to meet them. A flash of white light in his right hand, and he had a lumberjack’s axe, its wooden handle splintered, as if crudely chopped, leaving the end frayed with jagged wood. The blade gleamed coldly, looking extremely sharp.

Then, a blue glow flowed over him, and four Holy Relics replaced his attire. On his head sat a Medieval knight’s helmet, his hands now wore a pair of ivory, engraved long gloves, and his jacket was substituted by an unnamed, ancient Eastern-styled bright red robe, while on his feet were a pair of somewhat worn straw sandals.

Next to him, the split-haired agent followed suit, his right hand glowing blue and suddenly holding a silver cane from the Victorian era, its head inset with a crimson gemstone. His left hand flashed white, and a carved silver antique revolver appeared out of nowhere.

The Black agent crouched down in place, clasped the axe in both hands, and let out a roar. A burst of intrinsic strength surged from his body, red cyclones twirling around him.

With a step, he charged at a white-robed monster, disregarding the four steel knives slicing into his body. With a powerful chop, he felled the monster to the ground with a single stroke of the axe, then dealt another blow to its masked head, cleaving it in two.

The split-haired agent weaved in front of a white-robed monster, and as its steel knife swung down, he pulled the trigger.

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The antique revolver thundered, and an orange-yellow surge of Spiritual Energy blasted through the monster’s chest just as its steel knife was about to strike, causing it to stagger and kneel single-legged in front of the agent.

The split-haired agent slid closer to the monster, his right hand flashing white once more. The revolver disappeared, replaced this time by a blood-rusted iron hook.

In a swift motion, he plunged the hook into the monster’s abdomen, then yanked it back with force, dragging out intestines of mingling red and yellow from the creature’s belly, bursting forth into a vivid crimson bloom.

The white-robed monster didn’t even have a chance to cry out before it was gutted alive and died.

The ponytail punk female agent conjured two small Japanese swords in her hands, her upper body clothed in a tattered Sunrise-style kimono, revealing a skull tattoo on her exposed right shoulder, with a white headband now on her head.

“Wild Wind!”

She called out loudly, rushing toward the remaining two white-robed monsters. Her twin swords swung alternately by her sides, her body rotating and bringing up a whirlwind around her.

The wind, like the embodiment of blades, tore the two monsters caught in it into three pieces, leaving deep grooves in the walls on both sides of the corridor.

The yellow-robed monster reached out with its tendrils toward the ponytail punk female agent, grabbing her swords. The next second, a ball of Flame flew over the agent’s head, landing on the tendrils. The flame burned fiercely, swiftly severing the yellow-robed monster’s tendrils and incidentally burning the illusion-creating white-robed resentful spirit to ashes.

At a distance, the bald special agent had just finished covering his ring-studded left hand with a glove, and his right hand’s leather glove turned into a worn cloth fingerless glove, with an eternal flame burning in his palm.

“Tie it up,” Violet ordered.

The five agents slowly closed in on the yellow-robed monster, and at that moment, noises came from the safe passage entrance.

Several P.W.A.T members kicked in the door, and numerous HK416 rifles unloaded their fury on the yellow-robed monster, raining bullets on it like a downpour, forcing it to continually retreat. Purple liquid splattered from the bullet holes in its robes, and soon, it lay on the ground in a large pool of its own purple fluids.

The illusion shattered instantly, and the surrounding walls were starkly exposed, covered in large patches of bloodstains. The floor too bore many investigators’ corpses, some headless, some cleaved in two—a truly horrific scene.

Morgan met up with Violet in the hallway, and some P.W.A.T members couldn’t help but shake their heads upon seeing the bloody scene.

“God, these investigators died a truly horrific death…” some of them murmured under their breath.

“They weren’t lucky enough. The Permian effect happened on this floor, take a look at the door behind us,” Violet said, hands on her hips, pointing to the massive crack behind her.

“Damn, looks like this time’s report is going to be complicated…” Morgan said, looking at the giant door, his expression deeply complex.

“Did you find any survivors?” Violet asked.

Morgan shook his head and then turned to look at the corpse of the yellow-robed monster on the ground. “Is this thing what you were looking for?” he asked, kicking the body of the creature.

“Of course not, the target has moved. It’s heading upward… as if chasing after something…” Violet took out a handheld device, as if responding to Morgan, yet also as if talking to herself.

“No matter where that bastard goes, it’s as good as dead. I’ve got another team rappelling to the top floor; they’re on alert on level 11,” Morgan said with a smile.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you, Lieutenant. The size of this door has exceeded my expectations. We now have to assume that this threat is something we are going to have a hard time dealing with…” Violet warned.

“I never assume, seeing is believing,” Morgan interrupted Violet.

“By the way… I suggest that in the future, you don’t just focus on the effects combinations of Holy Relics. Try to pick some that don’t look so bizarre…” Morgan added, glancing at the Black People agent.

The P.W.A.T team members chuckled quietly at Morgan’s words.

The Black People agent, adorned with a Medieval helmet and wearing a massive red robe in an Eastern style, with straw sandals on his feet, also felt somewhat embarrassed and quickly stowed the Holy Relics.

Holy Relics, originating from an unknown ancient era, appeared to be similar to various periods such as the Medieval or Victorian ages, so each piece had a characteristic appearance of a different era, but they actually had no connection with known human history.

Sometimes, in order to utilize certain useful effect combinations and pair them with specific Transcendent Skills, it resulted in scenarios like the Black People agent’s, where despite being clad in powerful Holy Relics, one might look completely ridiculous.

Effectiveness and aesthetics didn’t go hand in hand.

“We’ll be more mindful in the future. Perhaps the Holy Relics Management Department of the Administration Bureau will eventually find a way to help agents customize the appearance of Relics according to VOGUE magazine or superhero comics,” said the ponytailed punk female agent sarcastically, as she also put away her Relics.

“Enough, enough. It’s time to talk business. Can you handle this door right now?” Violet steered the conversation back.

“We won’t bring in the construction team until after Black Box Space is cleared. But… what’s on the other side this time?” Morgan shrugged, curiously peering into the door’s interior.

“Given the size of this door… Lieutenant, I suggest you have men guard this place and set up the necessary barriers,” Violet advised.

“Delta Team, this is Lieutenant Morgan. I need you to defend the door on the sixth-level of the building. Over,” Morgan communicated via radio with the team standing by downstairs.

“Alright, we continue upstairs. That thing won’t get far,” Violet said, turning back to the agents.

“My men will be up shortly, you go directly after what you’re looking for, and we will still clean up floor by floor. That’s settled then,” Morgan said.

“I agree,” Violet did not object.

Among the corpses on the ground, a few points of light twinkled: the glow from the orbs of Holy Relics, two blue, one white.

Now was not the time to collect Holy Relics, and, besides, she didn’t have a Relic identifier to check their effects. It was better to deal with them after everything was over.

Violet led the agents, following Morgan’s team into the safe passage.