Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 186 The Rise of Copper (Bonus Chapter at the End of the Month, Please Vote)
In that instant, Han Su felt a chill run down his spine, realizing the abnormality in the drunkard's body.

[Mechanical Ghost] Sequence Abilities.

The moment the drunkard was hit by the ghost truck, he used a temporarily modified ability from the Mechanical Ghost sequence.

He transformed every muscle, bone, and tendon in his body through a mechanized alteration, drastically altering his physical form, and managed to withstand the impact of the ghost truck head-on.

The head of the four investigators is not a banshee, nor does she simply possess the abilities of sea monsters.

He understands all three major sequences!

"Ruthless enough, and with flashy skills..."

In the dead silence, the drunkard spoke, his voice surprisingly possessing a metallic quality:

"But with your level of power, trying to kill me is disrespectful to the mysterious forces!"

As he spoke, he suddenly exerted force, and a sound like hydraulic pressure could be heard as the bones in his arm pushed and propelled.

The ghost truck was actually pushed backward by him and slid half a meter.

Taking advantage of this brief moment, he suddenly turned around.

His body appeared stiff and heavy, yet it possessed immense power and a metallic coldness. With a stomp of his feet, he created two craters in the ground, and his body, like a clumsy but extremely heavy machine, sprang towards Han Su from afar.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Han Su fired three shots at him, but the bullets only sparked when they hit his body, without even breaking his skin.

Amidst the roar of bullets, the drunkard suddenly lunged forward, his voice filled with a suppressed madness:
"Even if you try your best, you can only master one of the three major sequences!"

"But the three major sequence cipher spells of the Disaster Management Bureau were all developed with my help..."

"..."

With a roar, he leaped high into the air and slammed his fist into the ground.

In an instant, rolling blue arcs of electricity flashed, burning all the weeds within a ten-meter radius to ashes, and the ground and rocks were all punched into a deep pit by his punch.

However, Han Su was agile and retreated in an instant, avoiding the attack from a distance. But the drunkard also changed his posture the moment he landed, and suddenly sharp nails grew on his right hand, rushing towards Han Su.

As he looked up, his pupils became as narrow as needles, as if they were nailed directly to Han Su's body.

Han Su's movements were affected, as if several nails had been inserted into his body, making it difficult for him to move.

In an instant, the drunkard closed in on Han Su, thrusting his fists straight forward, leaving a trail of afterimages.

At this moment, he was dazed and his fists did not swing like an ordinary person. Instead, they contracted and punched out rapidly. His fists were sometimes short and sometimes long, but each punch seemed to be driven by hydraulics. His fists themselves seemed to have turned into metal, becoming extremely hard.

This doesn't look like a human body; it's more like facing a mechanical monster.

It is the most robust and terrifying move in the Mechanical Ghost sequence, privately known as "hydraulic punch".

"Damn it!"

Han Su felt a shadow loom over his head, and he gritted his teeth, activating his mental state to the extreme.

He knew that at this moment, a single blow from the drunkard's fist would shatter bones and break tendons, so his agility was at its peak.

He swayed left and right, dodging several punches in succession, and took the opportunity to kick the drunkard in the chest. However, the drunkard's whole body had undergone some kind of metallic transformation, which sent him flying. The drunkard then pounced on him and delivered a Superman punch to his face.

"If you're really that capable, how come you're still just an ordinary investigator?"

At this moment, Han Su was also filled with anger.

His body was thrown back, but the moment he regained his footing, he stood firmly on his feet, his body arched like a bow, and his left fist slammed out like a cannonball.

Bronze-colored blood was already seeping from the back of his left hand, and the more blood seeped out, the heavier his punch became.

When it was first swung out, it was just the standard weight of an adult, only the fist was solid, like an adult swinging a hammer.

As the punch was thrown halfway through, a coppery color seeped out, making it several times heavier.

When the calculated punch reached its optimal point of force, the power exceeded the limits that ordinary people could imagine, and it collided solidly with the drunkard's fist that came flying through the air.

Sparks flew as Han Su was once again sent flying backward by the drunkard's punch.

The drunkard's right arm also showed signs of cracking.

His expression instantly turned indescribably strange as he stared coldly at Han Su: "What exactly is your sequence?"

At first, he only felt that Han Su had great strength, but now that they had exchanged a punch head-on, he began to feel extremely surprised. This was not a ghost. The ability of a mechanical ghost was to mechanize its body. How could someone possibly face, resist, and suppress him?

From the punch Han Su had just thrown, he sensed that Han Su possessed a power that, while weaker than his own, was of an extremely terrifying level.

"You understand all three sequences?"

At that moment, Han Su also charged forward again: "But we have studied all three sequences!" Now, he also put on a fierce attack. As he charged forward, he drew a simple longsword from behind him. Copper-colored blood continued to seep out from the back of his left hand, flowing down his left hand onto the longsword.

The entire knife was stained with copper-colored blood, which gave it a strange, golden-yellow hue, as if it had been edged with copper. It not only became more solid, but also began to possess an eerie sharpness.

"Shhhhh..."

He slashed fiercely at every joint on the drunkard's body, launching wave after wave of attacks.

Enraged, the drunkard could only retreat temporarily, his expression soon changing drastically.

His body underwent temporary modifications, making him incredibly strong and solid, but this also made him heavy, slow, and less agile. Normally, this was fine, as few people could hurt him in this state.

But the knife in Han Su's hand, or rather the copper on that knife, completely suppressed his body at that moment. As the blade sliced ​​across his body, streaks of blood appeared.

Now that we've decided to get rid of the drunkard, how can we not make preparations in terms of intelligence?
This task was naturally assigned to Wei Lan, the person in charge of the Empress's organization. When Han Su entered the game himself, she was responsible for finding out what advantages and disadvantages the drunkard had.

However, while the alcoholic's own information is indeed highly confidential and cannot be found out, the three major units of the Disaster Management Bureau, although also highly confidential, have too many investigators and people who can access them, making it impossible to keep the secret.

Another ridiculous point is that the investigator club, such as Dingxiang Mansion, was formed by alcoholics, but the unbridled exchange of intelligence in such a club also became one of Wei Lan's sources of intelligence.

At the same moment that Han Su was fighting with the drunkard, Wei Lan gritted his teeth, quickly pressed his hands together, and chanted a spell.

Three mirrors appeared in front of me, each about the height of a person.

After the angles were adjusted, all three mirrors reflected the drunkard, and his image was also reflected in the mirrors.

The strangest thing is that only the drunkard's figure was visible; Han Su was not in the photo.

As his figure appeared in the mirror, the metallic changes on the drunkard's body clearly faded, and even the blue arcs of electricity flashing on his body dimmed slightly.

Mental theft!

The Queen's Sequence Number 03 uses a mirror to steal the mental power of the other party. Each time the other party's image is reflected, a portion of their mental power is stolen.

Only by breaking the mirror can these spiritual powers be returned.

Wei Lan also became ruthless at this moment, disregarding the danger of backlash. He used the ability he usually used for sneak attacks in a head-on confrontation, and the effect was very obvious. In an instant, he had stolen one-third of the drunkard's mental power.

"He possesses the superior power of bronze!"

After exchanging blows a few times, the drunkard's fear of Han Su had reached its peak.

One's own mental activity and mastery of the three sequences are both capable of suppressing the opponent.

However, Han Su's divine power was too strange, and under his suppression, it actually showed some sharpness.

Most importantly, he couldn't help but start to connect the dots. He could summon ghost trucks and wield the power of "copper," a power that could even suppress his own mechanical ghosts. So, what about that living copper puppet back at the Lilac Mansion...?

This speculation even made him feel somewhat uneasy.

Han Su and Wei Lan, one engaged in close combat while the other stole from a distance, also made him feel a sense of powerlessness.

We can't let this drag on!

A thought flashed through his mind, and his body actively shed the power of the mechanical ghost, regaining its agility. He dodged Han Su's two consecutive slashes by flashing left and right, and then kicked out, stepping on the bronze longsword that Han Su was swinging.

The moment his body lunged backward, he summoned the Banshee's power once more. His figure flickered, ready to accelerate and use the Banshee's advantage to escape the battle. As long as the Banshee's speed returned, he could either escape or attack; the initiative was in his own hands.

"Still want to leave?"

Han Su's mental agility and combat experience are not as good as the Drunkard's, but his fighting reflexes were honed in the castle.

As soon as the drunkard stepped forward, he guessed what the man was thinking and quickly pressed the trigger.

With a "crackling" sound, the drunkard stepped on the simple long knife, but was immediately jolted by the strong electric current.

Han Su moved even faster than the drunkard. He slammed his right hand down on the ground in front of him, and with a hiss, flames rose up. The burn scars on his body came back to life, turning into flames that quickly burned forward and formed a ring of fire.

The drunkard felt a bright light all around him, and the banshee could no longer use her speed. He then heard a loud boom.

The ghost truck charged again, passing right through the ring of fire, and before he could react, it crushed him solidly under its wheels, ramming and slamming him along without wasting a single ounce of its strength.

"Di Di-"

The drunkard under the car was like a tattered sack, being repeatedly trampled by the huge, menacing wheels.

Having finally run over the drunkard, the ghost truck was both excited and thrilled.

Back and forth, backward and forward.

They even rolled and shook the huge truck bed while crushing the load.

(End of this chapter)