Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 253 The Pale Factory
"Damn, this guy is really dangerous..."

Not only did the tall, thin woman's expression change, but even Han Su, who was not far from Song Chushi, thought to himself, "Holy crap!"

Zhang Chiguo had repeatedly emphasized to him that this guy was a dangerous person, but he didn't really have much of a feeling about it.

After all, Old Song was polite and spoke well, leaving a good impression on me.

Now I realize there's a reason why this guy is wanted by so many cities...

While mentally complaining, he hurriedly summoned the ghost truck.

The female assistants in the scalpel team only knew how to follow orders and didn't care about what was happening around them. They rushed into the fog to find Han Su's direction, but before they could find Han Su, they heard a deafening siren.

The next moment, the tall and fierce front of the car crashed head-on into us.

Their impressive presence contrasted sharply with their slender and delicate figures.

However, the female assistant showed no sign of panic. The three people facing the ghost truck each had their own tasks. Two of them stepped forward, one on the left and one on the right, and reached out to press on the vehicle body. The third person suddenly swelled up, like a small giant, and kicked out at the front of the truck.

With a loud bang, the ghost truck was kicked away solidly.

The car body collided and rolled in the thick fog, emitting mournful cries, and its headlights dimmed.

The next moment, a strange crystal light flashed in their eyes, and their gazes pierced through the thick fog, searching for Han Su's whereabouts.

"Even the ghost truck can't threaten them?"

Han Su took this opportunity to escape their encirclement, but he was also slightly alarmed and became more vigilant.

"Leave these to me!"

But at that moment, Song Chushi turned and entered the thick fog, speaking in a low voice.

As he spoke, he drew his gun and cocked it with a click.

The crisp sound immediately alerted the female assistants, and instantly, many eyes turned to his location.

With a slight movement, the sharp scalpel was about to slice down in front of him.

Even when facing the sharp blade that was about to slice into his carotid artery, Song Chushi did not dodge or flinch. Instead, he calmly raised his gun and pointed it at the forehead of the female assistant who rushed in front of him and swung the knife.

As he moved, the female assistant, who was eager to draw her scalpel, found herself unable to push it forward any further. Only then did she realize that a strange patch of sand was swirling in the thick fog.

The sand looked very light, and the fog obscured an area of ​​seven or eight meters in radius.

Wherever the sand passed, everything came to a standstill.

It was as if time in this space had been absorbed by the sand, and thus slowed down.

These female assistants, still in their graceful or agile poses, seemed frozen in place, as if someone had pressed the pause button.

"Bah!"

Song Chu pulled the trigger, and the bullet pierced the forehead of the female assistant in front of him, bringing out a patch of brain matter.

Then, he turned his gun on the other men and, without hesitation, pulled the trigger repeatedly.

"Bang bang bang bang"

His marksmanship was exceptionally accurate, or perhaps the bullets themselves were eager to hit their target.

The female assistants affected by the Sands of Time had crystal-like eyes and their heads were also made of crystal. Ordinary bullets could not penetrate their skulls, but now they were being pierced one by one, exploding into clouds of blood mist, like slow-motion fireworks.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and the eerie and mysterious scalpel team of Abyss Studio perished one by one.

Only the tall, thin woman remained in front of the Abyss Laboratory.

She was unable to move at that moment.

Countless cipher arrays spread out among the various massive buildings in the vicinity.

Wherever it passed, the panicked and chaotic citizens of Qinggang collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Immediately afterwards, from within those cipher arrays, one after another, white humanoid figures emerged, their faces still bearing expressions of confusion. But under the influence of the cipher arrays, they pieced together one by one, forming a bizarre, enormous chain.

And there was more than one of these enormous chains, which swung continuously from the city, creating an eerie yet spectacular sight.

As if tentacles sprouted from the city, they stretched across the massive buildings, binding both the abyss laboratory and the tall, slender woman inside, resembling a hazy, pale white cage that held her tightly within.

The tall, slender woman possessed unfathomable depths; she could suppress Song Chushi with just a glance, demonstrating an extraordinary and immense spiritual power.

However, no matter how great her mental strength is, it cannot compare to the sum of hundreds or thousands of people.

What Song Chu is using now is precisely the strength of these ordinary people in Qinggang, which can also be described as a kind of alternative armed reserve.

They directly activated the fear in the hearts of ordinary civilians with cipher arrays, drawing out their mental power for their own use.

Afterwards, these civilians would have nightmares and be mentally exhausted, but their lives were not in danger, because the retaliation they suffered was also divided equally among everyone.

Of course, it's not really the thirty million he mentioned. The thirty million represents the sum of the common people of Qinggang, as well as the overall reserves of the city. During the Song-Chu period, they used secret arrays to steal this power, and the initial amount they stole was probably only tens of thousands, or at most hundreds of thousands.

But this is already terrifying enough, far beyond what any individual can resist.

……

"Do it!"

When Song Chu took over the scalpel team for him, Han Su understood what he had to do.

Upon seeing the tall, thin woman bound, he rushed forward, chanting a copper incantation under his breath.

The bronze-colored blood in the suitcase suddenly gushed onto the tall, slender woman, each drop like a bullet.

At the same time, the bronze armor, with red gems shimmering at both ends of a snake's head, appeared eerily behind the tall, thin woman. Its massive body possessed a ghostly lightness, and a stream of green copper rust suddenly spewed from its orifices, completely enveloping her.

Immediately afterwards, two large bronze hands descended from above and wrapped around her body, trying to pull her into their arms.

However, the tall, slender woman remained indifferent, neither when faced with the tragic death of her female assistant nor when confronted by the suddenly approaching bronze statue. She did not move an inch, but an invisible spiritual force emanated from her, affecting the surrounding space.

The bronze statue maintained its embrace around her, its arms tightening, yet it always fell just a few centimeters short of actually holding her.

She also raised her head slightly, as if she had something to say.

But Han Su didn't give her that time. Seeing that even the bronze statue couldn't completely bind her, he suddenly stepped forward.

He grabbed the stun gun, squeezed the trigger, and slammed it down hard.

This is a rare opportunity, and also the most ruthless tactic employed during the Song-Chu period, so it cannot be missed.

This power belongs to Qinggang's surreal weapon reserve, and it even uses the spiritual power of ordinary civilians to suppress opponents. However, because it is a surreal weapon reserve, it can identify opponents.

The mental power, equivalent to tens of thousands, was entirely focused on the Abyss Studio and the tall, thin woman, but the actions of other people or things were unaffected, allowing for tactical support.

This is the most insane method, but without such methods, one would probably not have the courage to confront Abyss Studio directly.

……

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"Warning! Warning!"

As the cipher array spread instantly, and humanoid cipher chains intertwined to bind the Abyss Studio, a string of red lights suddenly lit up in the Qinggang Council.

Elder Chen, who had just cast his vote, broke out in a cold sweat after receiving the message through the emergency channel: "The power of Qinggang's third line of defense is being forcibly extracted, this..."

"Is this fucking insane?"

In the council chamber, the others were suddenly struck by a realization: "Who is it? Abyss Studio?"

"No, it was during the Song-Chu period..."

Old Master Chen was filled with shock and anger: "He's stealing the power of the third line of defense to attack the Abyss Studio..."

The entire council chamber fell into a deathly silence.

The so-called third line of defense is actually a professional term, referring to the spiritual strength of all the ordinary people in Qinggang.

In other words, this is the foundation of Qinggang, the core of Qinggang.

The council did not comment on this dangerous individual who had entered Qinggang, so Song Chushi temporarily became a special case.

But the leniency shown to him was to let him deal with the Abyss Studio. Who would have thought he would cause such a big disaster?
In theory, although each city will have three lines of defense, these three lines of defense are for the protection of the world, not just Qinggang. If the third line of defense fails, Qinggang will be as if it has disappeared from the world.

"All data related to the third line of defense is top secret..."

Amidst the silent shock and anger, someone suddenly realized: "How did this traitor steal it?"

If the strength of the real defense line can be stolen so easily, then the existence of any city becomes a joke.

Does that mean these elites from Qinggang are living on a ticking time bomb?

Faced with the crowd's shock and anger, Elder Chen seemed to have just sorted out all the details and was both amused and exasperated: "Perhaps it's because this traitor had participated in the work of maintaining the third line of defense before leaving Qinggang?"

"Four years ago, when he was working in Qinggang, he had already taken advantage of his position to leave a loophole..."

"Now, he's just exploiting a loophole left over from four years ago..."

"..."

"Did this guy anticipate this day before he defected from Qinggang?"

This answer silenced the entire council chamber; no one knew how to react to such a shocking truth.

After a long while, he let out a wry laugh: "No wonder this guy isn't afraid of the Four Heavenly Kings' attack at all..."

"We didn't originally intend to use such resources to fight Abyss Studio to the death, but now..."

"Isn't this leaving us with no way out?"

"..."

"..."

At the same time, the four city-slaughtering priests of the Abyss Studio also realized the dramatic changes that had taken place in Qinggang City. For the first time, they showed a hint of anxiety, and all four accelerated their invasion of Qinggang.

Apart from the Buddha investigators, who have the most manpower and armed forces and are barely holding on, the other three places are already on the verge of collapse.

On Zhang Chiguo's side, the crimson power had begun to backfire on him because of his previous outburst.

At this point, he was struggling to hold on, and it was already extremely difficult for him.

Unfortunately, the only people helping him were Black Tiger and the Doctor, along with a few executors who had formed an alliance under the influence of the Doctor's charisma.

The difference in their levels is too great; aside from firing a few shots from afar, there's nothing else they can do to help.

Even the doctor was subtly stimulated by this confrontation, sensing the power of that mysterious force, and a fierce glint appeared in his eyes.

But just then, a loud laugh was heard: "Qinggang is truly blessed..."

"I just arrived and set up the lab when this mess happened. How could I not lend a hand?"

"..."

Zhang Chiguo was already under considerable pressure, and upon suddenly hearing this laughter, a sense of anticipation arose in his heart. He turned his head sharply and saw a young man dressed in an exquisite suit with his hair neatly combed.

"Is he a child from the Rong family?"

During the Mother Tree incident, Zhang Chiguo met him, but did not see him take action.

Now, they dare not underestimate him. Firstly, the Rong family of Haidi City has a great reputation, and secondly, this young man's eyes have that arrogant look that sees everyone as trash.

People with this kind of gaze are usually quite capable.

"Sir, you look like you're working very hard..."

The young man slowly walked into the arena, nodded slightly to Zhang Chiguo with a reserved air, and said calmly, "Please step aside."

"I hope I don't accidentally hurt you when I make my move!"

Zhang Chiguo was taken aback for a moment, then nodded obediently.

Rong Qiyue liked this feeling!
Appearing at a crucial moment and turning the tide perfectly suits his identity and role.

Amidst laughter, facing the crystal priest, he raised his hand, took out a delicate silver knife, and made a cut in his palm.

He slowly raised his hand, then pressed it forward: "Phoenix!"

"..."

The blood fell to the ground, spreading rapidly forward like flames.

The surrounding air suddenly became scorching, the temperature soaring dramatically, as if it had transformed into a distorted phantom, vaguely resembling a bird spreading its wings and flying swiftly through the void, burning forward.

It is the family totem of the Rong family in Haidi City!

A power that has been completely deciphered and then passed down within a family is, in some ways, equivalent to the power of bloodline.

"Let these unorthodox methods from the disaster management bureau see what true, mysterious power inheritance really is..."

As Rong Qiyue made his move, such a thought even flashed through his mind. Out of the corner of his eye, he did indeed see Zhang Chiguo, who had just taken a step back, suddenly change his expression drastically, rushing forward while urgently shouting:

"Back off!"

"Eh?"

Rong Qiyue was taken aback, wondering why he had retreated.
Before a thought could even cross his mind, he suddenly realized something was wrong. The blood he was controlling flowed rapidly forward, but before it could harm the enemy, it was suddenly drawn by an inexplicable force and broke free from his control. Instead, it twisted in mid-air and burned directly towards him.

The change was so sudden that even Zhang Chiguo, who wanted to help, was already too late.

Rong Qiyue broke out in a cold sweat in fright. Without thinking, he shouted to the sky, "Grandpa, save me!"

Through a secret connection that transcends space, this urgency evokes a resonance in one's very blood.

In the direction of the seawall city, an old man who was searching through documents in a laboratory suddenly thought: "What has that bastard gotten himself into this time?"

Without a second thought, he immediately recited a family-inherited incantation.

In Qinggang, the blood released by Rong Qiyue immediately heated up rapidly, becoming several times more powerful. Even the surrounding car windows showed signs of melting. The illusory bird in the air became more real and larger, and swooped back down.

But the crystal priest's expression darkened slightly. Suddenly, he opened his mouth, and in an instant, crystal colors gushed out from his mouth, nose, eyes, and ears, abruptly meeting the bird that was swooping down.

Within the crystal-like color, faint, delicate tendrils emerged, piercing into the body of the "phoenix" and forcibly seizing its will and power, launching another counterattack against Rong Qiyue.

Moreover, this twisted will, through the connection between mysterious forces, even reached the Seawall City Laboratory.

"Ha, what kind of bastard is this that I need to personally chant incantations to help it?"

Having finished reciting the incantation and knowing that the problem would surely be solved, Old Master Rong slowly reopened the documents.

Qinggang is a small place!
He didn't know what his grandson had gotten into, but as long as he helped, what couldn't be solved?

But as his thoughts raced, he suddenly realized something was wrong and abruptly looked up.

Realizing the problem, he didn't hesitate and immediately shouted, "Dad, save me..."

Boom!

The genetic connection between four generations of the family was activated. Even Rong Qiyue's biological father, who had no idea what was happening, felt his blood boil and his strength was forcibly increased. He accidentally crushed the coffee cup in his hand.

Meanwhile, Rong Qiyue's mysterious power, which had been forcibly amplified once again, combined with Zhang Chiguo's urgent attack, was like several layers of power combined. Finally, he severely injured the crystal priest, whose crystal color dimmed, and he staggered back several steps.

"Is this the power of the Rong family of Seawall City?"

Looking at the eerie, all-encompassing flames, Zhang Chiguo's pupils dilated in shock, and he was filled with admiration.

Rong Qiyue was stunned. He secretly wiped away a cold sweat, but still straightened his chest and looked very serious.

……

Wherever Zhao Fantian was, the surrounding air began to crystallize.

Mirrors of illusion appeared on the ground, alongside tall buildings and crisscrossing roads, creating an eerie yet exquisite scene.

In the center mirror, Wei Lan, dressed in a formal gown and wearing a crown, walked out.

In the other mirrors, graceful figures also appeared, some mature and charming, some gentle and beautiful, all different and breathtaking, surrounding Wei Lan.

Each person possesses a subtle and gentle spiritual power, which, through the reflection of each mirror, connects to form a vast network, protecting the entire city beneath the mirror's surface.

Becoming the Empress of Qinggang not only elevated Wei Lan's own status, but also gave her the power to lead the former empresses.

In the past thirty years, ten queens have stepped down in Qinggang. Except for those who are over fifty years old, they have all followed in her footsteps.

Almost without saying a word, the empress appeared, and the massacre ritual had to stop.

……

"If everyone can sacrifice themselves, why can't it be me?"

On Lee Moses' side, fighting alone, Lee Moses did not retreat an inch.

With his keen insight, he may have also noticed the awkwardness of his own situation. He was an independent investigator, and one with an outstanding track record among all independent investigators.

As a result, when faced with a formidable enemy, not a single person was willing to come to their aid.

This may have been a frustrating situation, but Lee Moses instead fought back fiercely, holding the line single-handedly.

Correspondingly, he was covered in injuries, and even his crimson power was showing signs of going out of control.

Seeing his opponent pressing forward again, he sighed softly, having left no trace for the world, and prepared to die as he charged forward.

Unexpectedly, a strong gust of wind suddenly swept past him, and a figure dressed in prison clothes with a bald head passed by him, heading straight for the monster-like existence of the city-slaughtering priest. His figure was unimaginably bizarre, and he charged directly at the monster.

"you……"

Lee Moses felt his heart pounding wildly, overwhelmed by an unprecedented feeling of emotion.

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"Qinggang really went all out this time..."

In front of the Abyss Studio, a tall, thin woman, suppressed by the forces of reality, sighed softly.

The clamps of the bronze statue, Han Su's electric baton, the bullets fired during the Song-Chu war, the sands of time and the corrosion of copper rust.

Countless forces pressed down on her, almost completely obscuring her figure, but her expression remained unchanged.

She felt the real power of Qinggang still surging towards her, layer upon layer, with tens of thousands of units pressing down on her every second. She also felt that the city-slaughtering ritual was being blocked by some hidden forces in Qinggang and was unable to provide support.

This seems to be a truly unexpected, yet very bad, situation.

So, when she looked up at Han Su and Song Chu standing side by side, she frowned slightly:

"After all that effort, is this all you've prepared for me?"

Han Su's heart skipped a beat, and Song Chushi also pursed his lips.

"But that's not enough..."

As she spoke in a low voice, she slightly raised her hand, and Han Su immediately raised his left hand and gripped it tightly.

The living bronze puppet sensed its will, and its arms tightened, the immense metallic force about to crush her bones.

But it was impossible to see what the woman did. The woman, who seemed to be suppressed by the forces of reality, suddenly raised one hand and inserted it into the gap between the metal parts of the bronze statue at a tricky and clever angle.

The next moment, she moved one hand nimbly, changing like a flower in flight, and with a series of crackling sounds, the bronze statues were scattered all over the ground in an instant.

She dismantled the bronze statue with just one hand and straightened up slightly.

Song Chushi also gritted his teeth and urgently summoned more cipher chains through the buildings.

His theft of the third line of defense is nearing the warning line.

"Why do you have to do such a pointless thing..."

But facing this earth-shattering force, the tall, thin woman simply shook her head slowly: "Don't you know that the Pale Factory is in my hands?"

"I'm just chatting with you guys while waiting for the factory to arrive."

The next moment, she suddenly squatted down gently and pressed her palm on the ground.

The spiritual power permeated the area, instantly outlining a huge cipher array within a 30-meter radius.

Immediately afterwards, the air above seemed to be under immense pressure, and endless dark clouds gathered overhead.

Within those dark clouds, one could vaguely see something resembling a giant ship flying in the air.

The next moment, the giant ship in the air suddenly opened up a series of transmission channels, and countless dark, rain-like things fell rapidly, densely packed, smashing the ground, buildings, and vehicles with a crackling sound. They were actually clumps of pale flesh and blood.

As soon as the flesh and blood fell to the ground, they began to wriggle rapidly, growing internal organs, bones, and flesh.

It is not an empty shell like a fake person, but a real person with a human structure, and can even give birth to a spiritual power like a human.

Furthermore, during the fusion of flesh and blood, a portion of the female assistants who had just been killed by Song Chu were also enveloped, their brains were quickly repaired, and they stood up again with indifferent expressions.

Like an army descending from the sky, they instantly surrounded Han Su and Song Chushi.

And this army is still growing in number.

With hundreds or thousands of ciphertexts rapidly increasing, the pressure descending upon this place is weakened with each additional portion.

"If you can steal the spiritual power of 30 million people in Qinggang, then I have enough flesh and blood to bear the spiritual weight of 30 million people."

The tall, slender woman walked slowly forward, and the wooden, humanoid weapon quietly made way for her. Her expression was calm, and her gaze shifted from Song Chushi to Han Su. She said softly, "My child, you shouldn't have thought of coming here to fight me."

“I taught you when you were little that there is no point in resisting an angry adult.”

"What you should have done was run away without looking back before you even knew I was coming..."

"...But now, it's too late."

(End of this chapter)