This time I chose Paladin.

Chapter 80 Romantic Night
The spirit messenger is fleeing.

The setting sun was gathering its last rays, the stars were watching her from behind the night sky, the wind and clouds were smiling softly at her. She drank the last sip of the liquid from the silver bottle, the sweet taste of blood warming her body like a heat line running through her spine.

She could feel her broken bones mending and her bruised flesh repairing...

A miracle, she thought. This is a miracle.

Just a mouthful of melted blood from an ordinary person could have such an effect, and there was a whole pool of it in the cult's headquarters! She'd definitely be able to regenerate her limbs when she returned. At worst, she could just capture a few more ordinary people and throw them in. With so many people dying every day in these isolated settlements out there, she wouldn't be discovered! The church...the church would agree. She was so important, how could they possibly be rejected? That pool of blood was as big as her own swimming pool!
Home... The spirit messenger was almost in tears.

She wanted to go home. She wanted to go home more than ever. But where was home? She had no home since she and her sister had killed their parents with their own hands, asking them to make one last sacrifice for them.

No... no, she has a family.

Wherever her sister is, that is her home!
The Muslim sect’s headquarters, return to the Zhongzhou Bone Sacrifice Court!

She wants to go back!

At this moment, the girl was like an ordinary girl missing home. She staggered out of the city, wrapped in a layer of gray spirit. Those painful faces surged on her body, increasing her speed of movement and protecting her from external invasion. One of the women's faces had richer emotions, with resentment and regret.

She released a sports car from her backpack and landed it on the open ground - she was rich, she had been. Or rather, her parents had been rich, and the shadow of gold naturally extended to her and her sisters.

The spirit messenger got into the driver's seat and started the car skillfully, but found that the car did not respond.

She was stunned for a moment before realizing she hadn't struck a tinder—her right arm had vanished. The limb that had moved just now was merely an illusion.

The severe pain and the threat of death made her cry. But she couldn't stop, she had to escape from here, escape from that scary man in sunglasses!

In panic, the Spirit Messenger forcibly gathered a group of spirits and twisted them into a strangely twisted "arm". Pairs of painful and hateful eyes on them looked at her, like the starry night sky outside the window.

The sun set. The stars came to the stage, laughing, to watch this amusing escape. At the same time, a long chorus of alarms rose from the city, pulling each other up into the sky.

'beep------'

The Spirit Messenger froze. She slowly raised her head and looked ahead in disbelief.

Under the cover of night, the street lights emit a gentle light.

The teeth-grinding sound of mechanical shifting was heard, and huge four-legged land machines rose from the city. Among them, there were at least ten machines distributed on the street facing her.

The twenty-meter-tall steel hunters were like mountains, shattering the streetlights' light. They trailed long electric whips behind them, their backs to her and to the Voice of the City. The red searchlights slowly swept across the steel forest.

——'CSSS·Warning Line'.

This terrifying military weapon roaming in the new world, a monster that is extremely terrifying from its mechanism to its stats, a BOSS that has no record of being killed first, refreshed ten of them in front of her at once.

She slowly turned her stiff neck and looked to the left and right.

—In other parts of the city, just within her sight, there were more than a dozen more. The Spirit Messenger's mind went blank. The will to survive made her want to step on the gas, but her legs were already weak. In a state of extreme fear, few people have the strength to act. She felt her whole body trembling, her fragmented thoughts unable to piece together a useful plan, until something crashed down from high above beside her sports car. 'Bang!' A heavy sound of something falling to the ground and tearing cloth rang out, splattering a sticky substance that covered the car windows.

The glass was broken, and something was stuck in the car window. She slowly moved her eyes, her gaze empty, as if she could see nothing.

She saw a face.

A face distorted with fear.

That was... the appearance of the high-ranking believer who had brought her here, the God-giver. The middle-aged man, his broken head half embedded in the glass, blood and some grayish substance splattered from below, fine spider-web-like cracks surrounding his face, all signs pointing to—those wide, fear-filled eyes!
“Ah——!!!” The spirit messenger screamed and cried. The gray spirit knocked the head off, but traces of flesh and blood were left forever, and some scarlet and grayish-white sticky substance was stuck on the car door.

She wanted to vomit, to collapse, but she tightened her legs and stepped on the accelerator. The cordon was turning back, and cries for help were broadcast all around. She screamed and cursed something randomly and drove towards the street!

The red beam of the searchlight swept in her direction. The cordon was accelerating, and the flashing lightning from the whip tail behind it struck the ground, leaving a scorched mark. The gleaming hammer head at the end swung in the air, pulling out a long, bright yellow diagonal stripe of light.

[Region Seal]!

The spirit messenger passed under the row of neatly arranged four-legged machines that were gradually becoming chaotic. She could hardly think anymore and could only move forward and forward. She wanted to leave these red, yellow and white lights and rush into the darkness. That was where she belonged!

She didn't know that a figure was looking down at her from a nearby rooftop. The person was wearing a pair of sunglasses, and his black hair almost blended into the night, while his white hair reflected the light under the night sky.

Nie Weiyang took the thermos cup and leisurely drank a sip of the slightly cool mutant animal blood.

Yes, after all, the enemy was not just a dead pig to be slaughtered at will, but also the fighting force specially cultivated by the Return Sect. He inevitably suffered some minor injuries: there was a hole in his waist and abdomen, the bleeding had stopped at this moment, and the granulation tissue was gradually growing.

The large spirit of the God-Giver could transform into sharp spikes. He blocked and dodged 99% of them, but he couldn't avoid the remaining sneak attack. But it didn't matter, his health regenerated quickly...

Nie Weiyang closed the thermos and jumped off the building.

The spirit messenger is probably feeling scared now and wants to return to a safe area.

what……

Are you a cultist?

Nie Weiyang truly wanted to kill her right then and there. Murderous intent surged within him, yet he remained calm. Then, the bloodthirsty impulses inherent in the vampire race were dispelled by his willpower. Unable to discern the shift in his mind, he mounted his Lucky Lottery motorcycle and transformed into a streak of light, traversing the light and shadows beneath the cordon.

As a spirit courier, she must return to the Return Sect and continue to establish contact with her comrades.

——That is where they will die.

　"You Spin Me Round (Like a Record)"-Dope
　　If you think this song is both explosive and mad, that's normal.

　　Because it's the soundtrack to American Psycho (
　　
　
(End of this chapter)