This time I chose Paladin.

Chapter 79 "Everyone, you've drawn the lucky lot—"

Nie Weiyang glanced at the map. At first glance, the purple and green routes looked like clock hands circling the city. The purple route ran through the entire city like a main road, while the green route moved slowly, changing every moment.

Such quick route planning...

"Can't you tell me during the day?" Nie Weiyang suddenly asked.

The host was silent for a moment, then said, "The log is not..."

"Stop." Nie Weiyang waved his hand. "What can you say?"

The host was silent again.

After a few breaths, it suddenly spoke: "Why don't you just kill them? Do you want them to feel fear?"

"I just want the Spirit Messenger to be alive. Among this group of people, only the God-giver can protect her." Nie Weiyang said calmly, "For the Return Sect, the Spirit Messenger is very important. They rely on this profession to reduce the cost of communicating with the 'God'. So, even if she can no longer send messages for the time being, they will not kill her... She will return to her brothers and sisters."

The host, or rather, a massive database stored within it, its internal analog circuitry duly inquired, "And?"

This voice was emotionless, because the host indeed had no emotions, no intelligence, no self, and no 'manipulator behind the scenes'.

It simply makes judgments on phenomena within the limits allowed within the database through information comparison and logical deduction.

This should have developed into an AI technology, but as far as Nie Weiyang knew, there was no real "artificial intelligence" in the new world - this was not in line with the normal state of technological development, as if the previous civilization was deliberately avoiding the technology tree of intelligent machinery.

"No courier's letters can only be delivered to a specific person." Nie Weiyang said, "It would be foolish to design a profession with such huge restrictions in this way."

What he didn't say was that as the level increased, the pairing of Spirit Messengers would gradually no longer be restricted by bloodline.

This profession is difficult to kill. As long as there is no overpowered person like Nie Weiyang deliberately hunting her down, the female messenger is likely to survive to level 20. At that time, she will awaken a passive skill called "Wide Area Telepathy".

At that time... her emotions, her pain, her despair, will be seamlessly transmitted to all nearby spirit messengers, and even all those who are in the same spiritual connection with her!

"The information database simulates personality judgment. You're stalling until night. Your plan must be related to the 'cordon.' The information database simulates personality judgment. You're using the deterrent power of the 'cordon' to instill fear in your target. This fear will become an invisible bomb."

The host's emotionless voice tinged with admiration. "The records show a technique for applying high mental power: [Mind Bomb]—through some form of attack, you plant a psychological flaw in a powerful target, then detonate it when necessary, causing widespread damage to the target's surroundings. Is that correct? Okay, but how do you detonate it? Did you implant a mind fuse in her?"

There should be no information related to the Spirit Messenger in the host's database... Therefore, it made a wrong judgment.

Nie Weiyang didn't explain anything to it, but turned and walked towards the stairs: "When did I give you the illusion that I didn't implant the fuse in her?" he asked back.

——If you want to detonate a profession like the Spirit Messenger, the invisible mental bomb called the mental fuse must of course be buried.

He had to use his motorcycle to hit the target, not to show off his new car to the air, but to ensure that he approached the target fast enough to bury the mental fuse in the form of physical contact!

Amid the long silence of the host computer and the sudden increase in the sound of the fan rotation, Nie Weiyang walked down the stairs with silent steps.

With a long life experience on Earth as a foundation, most people nowadays would not be wary of the danger of "a motorcycle suddenly appears from the side on the top floor of a building hundreds of meters above the ground and sends them flying", because this is too ridiculous for a person's normal worldview.

On the contrary, some mentally ill people with unconventional thinking may develop this inexplicable vigilance, but there are mentally ill people among the regressive believers, and unconventional thinking is not the case.

A spiral staircase snaked through the empty tower. Nie Weiyang could hear the faint echo of the sound below: the chaotic footsteps of five individuals. They were climbing much faster than the first time, likely the leader accelerating the four. The soft, whispering chanting, strangely penetrating, pierced the two or three hundred meters to the top. The air within the tower swirled, the wind lifting the hem of Nie Weiyang's windbreaker. He narrowed his eyes slightly, his vibrator shield casting a spherical shield over his body.

He turned over and jumped down from the hollow of the spiral staircase!
With a whoosh, the trench coat billowed like a black flag. Nie Weiyang rapidly approached his target, slowing him down a few floors above. As a series of death knell-like clangs rang out, the five members of the Returning Sect on the stairs abruptly looked up.

A light clouded their vision.

In the darkness, a long sword carrying light came through the air!

"Crack!"

The accumulated kinetic energy gave the sword a powerful and devastating blow. The members of the Return Sect had already been badly injured, and even after drinking the liquid from the silver bottle and recovering considerably, two of them were still killed by this thunderous sword strike.

Blood splattered, severed limbs flew, and the breath of death surged. Nie Weiyang's eyes were like a vertical pupil bathed in blood, yet he still wore a bright smile:

"Everyone, you have drawn the lucky lottery--"

The young man landed on the ground, his body stained with blood, even half his face. The leader to his left roared, spewing out a massive gray spirit. He clutched a pendant, releasing smaller spirits. But the young man didn't hesitate, shielding himself from the attack with his light shield before turning and striking with his sword!
"Don't you want to collect it?" he asked.

Amidst the painful screams, the Spirit Messenger's right arm flew up with blood, spilling out warm blood like a broken water bag.

The fighting ability honed over twenty years, the perfect technique proven through countless battles, the killing instinct woven into every move, was fully manifested in this sword strike that felt like a greeting.

But this is so terrifying for a young spirit messenger.

“Ah…Ah!!!” she screamed. “My hand? My hand!”

In the panic brought by pain and blood loss, the Spirit Messenger raised his head, closed his eyes and shed tears as he let out a sharp, long howl from under his mask!
[You are affected by the skill [Calling Voice], forcibly deducting 500 health points.]

[[Spirit]-[Spirit] confrontation judgment in progress...Confrontation successful]

The damage was indeed quite high. Although this was not completely ineffective for Nie Weiyang's current health bar of 10,000, it was better than nothing, and even less than the damage of a high-altitude fall.

Nie Weiyang glanced at the Spirit Messenger, and in just one glance, his health bar had risen from '8385' to '8450'.

In the nighttime environment, with abundant energy and no continuous damage, the rapid recovery of vampire bloodline not only took effect but also had some benefits.

In just a breath, Nie Weiyang's health bar recovered by 65. This may not seem like much, but the recovery that takes effect all the time will accumulate to an astronomical figure.

Nie Weiyang didn't even look at the spirit messenger. He just used his shield to knock her off the railing and down the stairs.

He turned and looked at the leader of the Divine Gifters behind him. A two-meter-tall gray spirit blocked his way, obscuring his terrified eyes.

"Next time, don't tear down cameras wherever you go. You'll be exposed faster this way." Nie Weiyang chuckled. He was a true Christian who could do such a thing. His brain broke faster than the camera. "Oh... there won't be a next time for you."

The team leader gasped for breath as murderous intent as overwhelming as a mountain collapsing over him. He felt his entire body go numb and his spine stiffen. Even the strength to hide seemed to have disappeared.

This knight...why is he so scary?
—Are we in a fucking boss battle?!
　Why not?
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　　Ah, I talked to the editor and decided to put it up for sale this Friday, which is tomorrow... But I've been so busy lately that I haven't written any drafts...!! Forget it, I'll just focus on writing for the next two days, and post as much as I can (...

　　It's not even the hottest time of the year yet...it's already so hot it's melting...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)