A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 244 Master of Inch Control
"Mr. Q, thank you for your trouble."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bright white headlights illuminating half the block suddenly went out, and the road roller that Quinn was driving came to a sudden stop, completely stalling and losing all power.

The figure in the driver's cab vanished in the next instant.

Instead, a ghostly assassin, so fast the police couldn't even aim, charged towards Lan Na Niu!

The police formed a perimeter to protect the captain, and gunfire erupted as bullets rained down on Quinn like snowflakes.

Although Quinn was already a Sequence 7, he ultimately could not withstand bullets with his flesh and blood, and had to slow down, dodging and weaving as he continued to close in.

Meanwhile, on the other side, taking advantage of the brief moment bought by the charmed police officers, Lan Na Niu raised his hands high—

As the saying goes, a person who is lustful will never smile.

A flesh-colored phantom appeared out of thin air, dignified like a pagoda, yet filthy and unbearable to look at.

Lanna Niu sang loudly in Temurian:
"By the right granted to me by lust—I, Belmont Hansen, hereby invoke the will of the goddess of lust, and I will sow desire on her behalf, bestowing the gift of procreation, until my death."

His voice had a sinister quality, yet his tone was like a priest chanting poetry.

"Mother of Calamities, strip away all worldly troubles, awaken your true nature, and generously bestow upon you your desires, love, and strength. May you rediscover the meaning of life and attain health, joy, and heavenly love."

A pale pink glow erupted from the illusory image, spreading and diffusing, as if the world within sight had been filtered through a beautiful lens.

When Sequence Eight's [Cowboy] took out his "weapon," the tattoo on his abdomen also lit up with a similar color of light. However, the power generated by the Blue Bull was much more intense and vast. Holy light flowed over the police officers, and their expressions became increasingly fanatical. Quinn could keenly sense that some strange change was taking place around them!

The sky began to lighten and darken intermittently, and the crowds who had come out to see what was happening vanished. The police officers' wristwatches began to tick erratically, the hour, minute, and second hands spinning wildly as if they were being interfered with.
Quinn was right next to Lana Niu. Although he was also agitated by the light, he had already raised his gun. Even without auto-aiming, Lana Niu had no way to avoid it at this distance!

boom! !

Gunshots rang out, but instead of the bloody hole Quinn had expected, Lan Na Niu's forehead was blocked by a policeman who took the bullet for him with unusual speed!

Quinn threw a punch without holding back, but the policeman reacted again and took the punch with his body, as if the previous shot had had no effect on him. Quinn felt as if he had punched some kind of extremely hard and masculine object, rather than a human body.

Lan Na Niu clapped his hands together sharply towards the sky and uttered the last line—

"In the name of chaotic and corrupt laws, let arbitration be invoked!"

The crisp sound of clapping spread out like a wave of sound.

Snapped.

A burst of iridescent light erupted.

In an instant, the sin of lust appeared on the foreheads of all the police officers; it was the shape of a human ovary, representing life and desire.

The policeman who had been sent flying by Quinn's punch got up from the ground. The dent in his chest swelled up as if it were engorged with blood, and the bullet hole in his shoulder began to heal rapidly. He looked at Quinn, and everyone stared at Quinn, like a pack of wild beasts eyeing the same prey.

Quinn stopped, not because of the chilling gaze he was being stared at, but because the phantom above the blue bull's head had changed.

It was no longer a filthy illusion. Amidst the chaotic changes, a broken human figure about three meters tall appeared in Quinn's eyes. He even thought it was an illusion.

It appeared to be a woman. One could vaguely make out a withered breast on her emaciated, naked body riddled with holes, while her chest was empty, with withered ribs exposed beneath the heartless body—a horrifying sight.

That is
A corpse that had been rotting for who knows how many years.

Quinn's eyes narrowed suddenly.

The corpse raised its hand; 'she' only had one hand left, and that arm seemed to grasp at something, making a futile clenching motion towards Quinn—

The illusion collapsed at that moment, the corpse vanished without a trace, and transformed back into that monument-like pillar of flesh. Quinn's eyes were wide open, and everything he saw was still frozen at the moment when the huge rotting corpse grabbed at him. He did not move.

Quinn felt his heart skip a beat, blood rush to his head, and an instinctive sexual urge surged through him. Although he was no longer a virgin, he felt like he had returned to puberty, locking the door for the first time, kissing a girl deeply for the first time, and experiencing the first blissful infatuation.
Lana Bull slowly walked toward the frozen Quinn.

Like a general surveying his spoils, he circled Quinn twice under the eager gazes of the police, finally stopping in front of Quinn and licking his lips. "Can a man be this beautiful?"

Lan Na Niu was somewhat tempted. He had never tasted a great figure in the arcane world like Teacher Grindelwald. As a believer in lust, he had endured far more desires than those around him, but he was more at ease with them and was able to maintain his rationality amidst desire.

He glanced at Qin Weizheng, who was still trembling inside the jeep, and abandoned his idea of ​​taking advantage of the situation and starting a game.

The ceremony is of utmost importance.

Lan Na Niu waved his hand, saying with a hint of regret, "Kill him. He should also be hiding a parrot on him, kill that too."

The academy's teachers are exceptionally skilled butchers, capable of extracting large ransoms from Grindelwald. Similarly, the actions of Abyss Transcendent beings in the mortal world require resources, whether it be gold pounds, transcendent materials, or arcane artifacts.
Unfortunately, with the academy conducting a thorough search of the first and second floors, there weren't enough people to guard the parrot and take it out.

Lan Na Niu tapped the bone conduction earpiece behind his ear and said calmly in Temurian, "Thank you for this time. As payment, we will give you an Abyssal Relic from the Unreturning Layer."

A barrage of gunfire erupted behind him as officers surrounded Quinn and pulled the trigger as if executing him.

"Deliver it to Aiswell? Okay. Here's the address."

Lan Na Niu suddenly paused, then turned around in disbelief. The next second, he was caught off guard and knocked away by a police officer. Quinn, with one hand on his forehead and the other clenched into a fist, rolled out of the encirclement amidst a hail of bullets, dodging and weaving like a nimble dog in the mountains.

He staggered and hid behind a jeep, using the vehicle to avoid gunfire.

On the other side, the bone conduction headphones were knocked away, and Lan Na Niu scrambled to his feet, asking incredulously, "How could you possibly resist the strongest desire in your memory?"

Quinn gritted his teeth and forcefully pulled a bullet out of his thigh, panting as he said, "I never even went in that time. Don't you understand the concept of 'pure love' where you live together after the college entrance exam? Fuck you—"

A gun protruded from the side of the jeep and was aimed at Lan Na Niu. A huge, continuous roar accompanied the bullets that were fired, but the police blocked them all with their bodies.

Lan Na Niu shouted angrily, "Attack! He's yours! Attack him!!"

Clearly, the power of Sequence Six of [Lust] is not only in dance, but also in the manipulation and enhancement of groups. Upon hearing this, the police officers dropped their guns and pounced on Quinn according to their most primal instincts. Their bodies, engorged with blood, could tear apart tigers and leopards. Quinn could no longer easily shake off everyone as before and could only flee for the time being.

The gunshot wound to his leg was bearable, given the extraordinary resilience of a superhuman's body, but the mental torment was far more difficult to resist. Although Quinn managed to regain his sanity from the tide of desire, his thinking ability was inevitably greatly affected. Quinn could only act on instinct, wanting to kill Lan Na Niu, but he had to face the crowd that surrounded him like vicious dogs pouncing on their prey.

Faced with the enhanced police, Quinn no longer had an absolute advantage in physical strength. He barely managed to knock one of the men who came up to him away. The man rolled on the ground and was able to get up again. Ordinary fatal wounds that could shatter the throat and strike the heart were useless against them. They would be repaired by the power of lust in no time. Quinn suspected that he would need to completely blow their heads apart or inflict irreversible injuries like decapitation to kill one of them.

This is unrealistic. Quinn dares not stop and fight for too long. Once he is slowed down, the enemy's numerical advantage will completely overwhelm him and ultimately humiliate him.

I need a weapon.

Lan Na Niu watched Quinn being chased and fleeing in a sorry state by a group of people, sneered, got into the driver's seat of the Jeep alone, started the engine, and prepared to take Qin Weizheng across the bridge.

Just then, he heard Mr. Q's anxious voice coming from the Jeep's stereo—

"Bird!! Stop that parrot with the katana! His animal friends weren't charmed!!"

"What kind of knife?"

"You idiot, look at the sky!"

Lan Na Niu looked up in astonishment.

The parrot's jet-black feathers blended almost seamlessly into the night, and no one noticed that it was gripping the branch with its claws as it struggled to fly out of the road roller, landing right above Quinn's head.

The dragon-talking parrot gets its name from its ability to mimic the sounds of any creature, even imitating the roar of a dragon to scare away predators.

At that moment, the parrot, whose throat could mimic any voice, produced a man's voice.

It was a lazy, ordinary male voice, the one that infuriated Mr. Q, yet carried a hint of wicked cheerfulness:
"This place allows the invasion of fantasy—"

The jeep's radio emitted a loud bang and white smoke, and the glint of a knife flashed in the darkness as it fell, like another dancer making a grand entrance onto the stage.

(End of this chapter)