god of tomorrow

Gao Wen was so envious his teeth ached. Since he transmigrated, he had never once rescued a damsel in distress, let alone had a father-in-law with connections to the heavens.

I just want to ask, where is his father-in-law, who has billions in wealth, is probably still a king, is eager to marry his several princesses and daughters to him, and entrusts his queen, a group of queens, and the vast empire to him for careful care, and then died?

If you hear a squeak, don't hide!

"Don't worry about the consequences, and don't be afraid of making things worse... In short, I will take full responsibility for the consequences."

"Fine, if you're not worried about your father-in-law suffering, then I'm even less worried. After all, he's not my father-in-law..."

Gawain muttered to himself as the two discussed and decided to split up. Dawn was in charge of making contact to rescue people, while Gawain was in charge of killing and arson. Those who should live must not die, and those who should die must not live.

The two finalized their battle plan and immediately took action. Gawain would make the first move, creating a huge commotion. Once he had drawn the enemy's attention, Dawn's task would be much easier, and he would be able to save more people.

boom!

Gao Wen drew his sword and struck the concrete floor of the rooftop with great force. With a loud bang, the concrete floor was completely unharmed, without even a crack appearing.

"..." x2

Shock-absorbing runes!

Like the school gymnasium, the building has a solid overall structure, with runes on the walls, floor, and ceiling for impact resistance, shock absorption, and sturdiness. It is an enlarged architectural artifact.

It's not a big problem. You can't walk through the ceiling, but you can go through the door.

Gao Wen grumbled as he walked towards the rooftop door, then slammed it shut behind him.

Knowing full well that this building was not simple and was very likely designed as a defensive fortress, the plan to split up remained unchanged. Gawain had no shortage of life-saving magic. As long as he had the opportunity to act alone, let alone a five-layered defensive fortress, he would dare to charge straight into a proper magic tower and tear down its ceiling.

Gawain made quite a commotion on the rooftop. His heavy blow triggered a magical trap, causing the surrounding space to ripple and unfold as if an invisible hand had violently crushed it the moment he stepped into the fifth-floor corridor.

The original corridor scene collapsed instantly, and all sorts of bizarre illusions rained down on Gawain. One second the luxurious corridor with red carpet was transformed into a cold and damp underground cave, followed by a cliff walkway with howling winds.

In just one second, Gao Wen got lost.

This sense of spatial disorientation and disorientation is so strong; the Magic Corridor also uses this technique.

Gao Wen held the door-panel sword horizontally, gripped the hilt with both hands, and swung it horizontally to the side. The heavy sword had no edge, and its main purpose was to deliver a violent attack.

Buzzing—

The space is surreal and disorienting, with caves and walkways overlapping each other, twisting and pulsating like a snowflake screen.

Gawain's current strength is not enough to directly destroy the Magic Corridor and forcibly jump out of the space, but seeing the illusion collapse under the heavy blow, it can be seen that even if there is still a distance, it is not far away.

He didn't try again; he raised his five fingers, and a black vortex twisted behind him.

He's not pretending anymore, he's laying his cards on the table. He's not a brute, he's a necromancer.

Necromancy - Summon the Undead!

Ox-Head and Horse-Face leaped out, unleashing a dense burst of death energy that shattered the already crumbling illusionary space, returning it to the original red carpet corridor.

"Take it easy, there are innocent people here, don't recklessly unleash your death aura."

The corridor was too narrow, so the two undead knights had to abandon their mounts and switch to undead infantry.

Iron Bull smelled the thick aura of sin in the air, and the soul fire in his skull flickered, igniting his entire head.

Ma Long, in his foolish state, vaguely sensed the wailing of a tormented soul, but he had no idea what to do. Seeing Tie Niu kick open the door next to him, he subconsciously followed.

There lies a mass of tormented souls awaiting rest.

Inside the luxuriously decorated guest room, a cold female corpse hangs on the bed, her body covered in shocking wounds. Her exquisitely made-up face has a pair of empty eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

The person walked for a long time, perhaps three to five days, or perhaps longer, and remained uncorrupted by being soaked in the magic potion.

It's no wonder that many people view the nobility with prejudice, even Dawn is no exception, because some nobles are just too inhuman.

Malone stood blankly by the bed, raising his hand to touch the skull's chin, a soul yearning for rest yet filled with pain and despair...

In the darkness, some memory seemed to surface in his mind. He opened his bony palm, covered the female corpse's face, closed her eyes that could not be closed, and took away a thick, gloomy mist.

After doing all this, Malone was still staring blankly at the bone palm, feeling that he was probably sick and had suddenly learned a new skill.

On the other side, Tie Niu cleaved open the bathroom door with a single sword strike.

The young man lying in the bathtub was about to yell at the newcomer when he saw that it was a skeleton and was immediately dumbfounded.

This wasn't the set meal he ordered. It's been dead for too long; there wasn't even a shred of meat in it, so it's completely unusable.

Also, what does "bull skull head" mean? Have our nobles' XP become this wild?

Tie Niu strode forward, grabbed the young man's head with his five fingers, lifted him out of the bathtub, and held him in mid-air.

"You bastard, there's a limit to joking!"

The young man struggled violently, thinking he was being bullied by other nobles, and shouted angrily, "My father is a court mage, and he loves me the most. If you dare to treat me like this, he will not let you get away with it."

“A soul filled with sin does not deserve rest…”

After Tie Niu finished his trial, he clenched his five fingers and crushed the top of the head, releasing death energy and stripping away life force. The young man's body rapidly withered away.

Tie Niu casually tossed the grotesque, mummified corpse onto the ground, strode over it, and crushed the skull with a crack.

There are still souls nearby who need to be judged.

┴┤??;)

Gao Wen probe.

"I haven't given the order yet, how come they started moving on their own?"

That looks so skillful!

Chapter 86 The charm of incompetence always works in the strangest of places.

The ox-headed and horse-faced demons tear down doors and walls, ignoring the stairs and insisting on going against load-bearing walls and ceilings.

One involves breaking down the door for judgment, while the other involves appeasing vengeful spirits; the main focus is on efficient clearing of the area.

The two skeletons joined forces with a professional team and took care of everything, leaving Gawain with nothing to do.

The professional team was incredibly efficient; in less than five minutes, they had stormed from the fifth floor to the first floor, drowning all the magical traps they encountered along the way with their death aura.

Gao Wen followed behind the two skeletons, and only after all the red dots on the five floors went out did he wave his hand to disperse the Ox-Head and Horse-Face.

"There are no security personnel, and hardly any staff at all. It's really unreasonable..."

Gawain summoned Ox-Head and Horse-Face to quickly clear the level, but unexpectedly, he didn't encounter any security teams or even a single adventurer guarding the place.

This is unreasonable. This level of security is not worthy of a business that makes a fortune every day.

Just as he was wondering, Dawn walked in with his sword. He glanced at the shriveled corpse in the hall, his eyelids twitching: "So you're a necromancer..."

"How novel! I'm a history major. Learning a few tricks of necromancy to get the tomb owner to help move things makes rescue excavation easier. Sounds reasonable, right?"

Something is wrong!

This is outrageous!

Dawn really wanted to complain, but that wasn't what he was asking. What he wanted to say was that Gawain's necromancy was so efficient and fast that it rendered his support role completely useless.

Most importantly, what brand of necromancy is this?

Everyone has their own secrets. Dawn suppressed his doubts and pretended not to see anything.

Moreover, he knew perfectly well that even if he asked, Gawain would give some perfunctory and exaggerated reasons to brush him off, and finally tell him that magicians should believe in science.

"Captain's cousin, something's not right at the club..."

Gao Wen recounted his doubts. After the area was cleared, apart from a group of victims waiting to be rescued in the basement, the entire five-story building was empty.

Where are the security personnel? Where are the local gangs guarding the place? And where are the elite monsters who should be coming to reinforce us?

Even without the Four Heavenly Kings, there should still be left and right guardians. It's completely unreasonable that there are none of them!

"Now that things have come to this, I'll make a phone call first."

Dawn also felt it was unreasonable, but rescuing the victims was more important. There were many victims in the guest rooms who had been tortured beyond recognition, and every second counted.

There was a telephone in the lobby. Dawn tried it and was able to contact the outside world. He dialed a number and called his father-in-law in the capital.

"How about it?"

They said they could get there in an hour.

"So slow?"

"He also said he would bring more people."

"So fast?"

Gao Wen patted Dawn on the shoulder: "Not bad, cousin. I didn't expect your father-in-law to like you so much. He's afraid you'll suffer any grievances. Do a good job and try to get a murder case before he realizes what's going on."

“Lina and I are just ordinary friends,” Dawn explained again.

Opinions vary, and Gawain didn't believe such sophistry. He sent Dawn to the basement to rescue the victims while he went to the vault to rescue the cash that was being held.

Clang!

The vault door was violently forced open, and Gao Wen found the place in complete disarray. The air was thick with the pungent smell of gunpowder. Apart from a few scattered banknotes lying on the ground, the entire vault had been looted.

"Outrageous! In broad daylight, under the clear sky, someone actually robbed a gold vault!"

Enraged, Gao Wen picked up the last few banknotes while peering into the large hole behind the vault wall.

Behind the cave is a straight corridor, large enough for three people to walk side by side. Every ten meters there is a wall lamp, slightly tilted downwards, and it seems to stretch on forever.

Judging from the traces, there used to be a door here. The robbers broke it open from the back and stormed into the vault to loot the supermarket.

The AI ​​assistant's analysis indicated that the club had no security personnel and the explosion marks were very recent, suggesting that the crime was committed by an insider.

In the end, the AI ​​assistant gave Gao Wen a heads-up: because Dawn had called the police, if the robbers weren't caught soon, he would most likely be charged with robbing the vault.

This is outrageous!

Gao Wen suddenly took the blame and was indignant. Dawn, who had just rescued the victim, rushed over. With his appearance and temperament, he didn't need psychological counseling to save people; he could calm them down with just a glance.

"Gauss, how did you... empty the vault?"

Dawn was stunned when he entered the room. He stammered and reminded Gawain that taking just a little bit would be enough to make a difference, and no one would care. But taking everything away was too much.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I, Gauss, am not one to take advantage of a crisis!"

"..."