I'm a proper student; I only take nine kinds of potions every day.

Evening arrived quickly, and under Vic's guidance, the ceremony was successfully completed.

With a familiar dizzying sensation, Evan opened his eyes and found himself in a dimly lit area.

It appears to be located in a huge underground cavity.

At this moment, besides the action team led by Vic, there were two other groups of people in the space.

Water seeped from the rough rock face, and a few wisps of unidentified tendrils hung overhead. The air was filled with a mixture of earthy and rotten smells.

On the left is a group of clergy dressed in black robes and holding crutches.

There were many of them, about fifty people.

Among these people, Ivan immediately spotted the familiar young man with a somewhat stiff expression; it was none other than Ryan, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.

Ryan noticed Ivan as well, and his previously somewhat uneasy look immediately became much more relaxed.

At this moment, one can see that the fifty people behind Father Jasker all have rather stiff expressions.

This means that these people all possess copper-like characteristics.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, this is an extraordinary unit of cannon fodder.

On the right is a group of extraordinary individuals dressed in various styles, all looking resentful and dissatisfied.

There were about twenty of them, led by Black and Langdon.

These people should be wild superhumans temporarily recruited from the general population.

If it weren't for Ivan's identity, Richard and his group would very likely be among them.

Just as the three groups of people appeared, a low rumbling sound suddenly came from outside the area.

Immediately afterwards, an invisible shockwave swept over, causing everyone to gasp for breath.

Some of the apprentice-level superhumans turned pale and slumped to the ground with lifeless eyes.

At this moment, Father Jasker took out a bronze bell with delicate silver patterns on it, which gave people a sense of holiness just by looking at it.

As the bell rang, everyone's tension and suffocation were greatly relieved.

Father Jasker proclaimed in a loud voice: "May the great Healing Father protect all people!"

Then two tall nuns walked out from behind him.

After the nun stepped forward, she directly tore open her monk's robe.

Unfortunately, beneath the monk's robes was not a sexy body, but a hollow cavity full of spikes.

Only then did everyone realize that beneath the wide brim of the hat was not a normal human being, but an expressionless steel doll.

At this moment, there is a large amount of equipment inside this cavity.

This includes various blessed silver and bronze weapons, as well as related holy water and potions.

Father Jasker said in his stiff tone, "The great Father will not fail any warrior."

"These are weapons we brought in through church rituals!"

Seeing an opportunity to gain something, Evan immediately stepped forward, made the sign of the cross on his chest, and said with tears of gratitude.

"Thank you, Great Heavenly Father, for your blessings!"

The group then quickly grabbed their weapons, potions, and holy water, and began to act according to the pre-arranged plan.

The core combat power of extraordinary individuals lies in their extraordinary characteristics, and they rarely use conventional weapons.

However, knowing that the enemy has a large number of ghouls and bloodthirsty creatures, bringing some weapons that counter them is a good option.

Evan pretended to carefully skip over the silver weapons and picked up two bronze daggers with special runes.

After receiving the weapons, Ivan stood aside and looked around. The weapons needed to be selected first by their special operations team, and lastly by the ordinary superhumans who had been conscripted.

The whole process made Evan even more convinced that their team was just there to stir up trouble and play a minor role.

The overall atmosphere of the process was completely unlike that of a large-scale, extraordinary operation to save a city.

These people looked more like they were preparing for a street brawl.

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Chapter 215: Behold my Holy Silver Nails! Arkham is doomed (Seeking monthly votes)

Looking at the dagger in his hand, Evan suddenly felt that this operation lacked precision and urgency.

The whole process was even... arbitrary.

Looking at the various wild superhumans ahead, dressed in different clothes and with dissatisfied expressions, idly selecting weapons...

Evan realized that this group, including himself, seemed to be just a bunch of thugs.

He was currently selecting his weapons from the sack handed to him by the gang leader.

As his thoughts drifted to this point, Ivan instantly realized that the bronze or silver weapons covered in exquisite runes in everyone's hands were no different from those cleavers, iron bars, and bricks.

Its prestige instantly plummeted.

After the group of extraordinary thugs grabbed their weapons, they began heading towards different cave entrances under Vic's command.

Ivan and his group of four, along with a group of twenty monks led by Father Jaske, entered through the second cave on the left.

The cave entrance is quite large, at least 20 meters high and at least 10 meters wide, with the rocks on all four walls gleaming with a damp, cold, eerie light.

Father Jasker spoke in a voice hardened by the copper coating.

"My bronze-armored team will break in from the left in a moment and disrupt the blasphemous ritual."

"Go in from the right and deal with the remaining potion residue."

Ivan grinned and said, "No problem!"

While Ivan was taking action.

In a dark, muddy area, a tall, muscular, but mud-like humanoid monster stood on a high platform.

This area is very large, covering at least a thousand square meters, and the entire ground is covered with all kinds of muddy, twisted, soft monsters.

Each of these monsters exuded an indescribable stench and eerie aura.

Beneath these monsters, one can see many IV tubes filled with thick liquid.

On the ground, inside the walls, on the ceiling...

These IV tubes are densely packed everywhere, each one pulsating, slowly transporting some kind of viscous liquid to the surroundings, like a living, rotting entrails.

Only a few scattered, eerie green phosphorescent lights drifted through the entire space, illuminating the writhing mud patch with intermittent light and shadow.

At this moment, a small dollar bird was floating next to the soft monster.

The voice of the cursed witch, Kaine, came from among the birds.

"Lord Ether, the energy injection is underway. Our current task is to keep that guy named Arkham here."

"If you have the ability, it would be best to kill it here."

The living potion ether, standing to the side, nodded slightly and said, "I know that without you having to tell me."

As he spoke, his gaze turned to the entrance area: "I'd like to see what this guy who wiped out the burrowing worms is capable of."

Kaine cautioned, "Please be careful, Your Excellency. There's something quite strange about Arkham."

"He has a powerful self-healing ability, but he is immune to sunlight and silver."

"By taking certain potions, this guy can even become immune to holy water."

"Furthermore, he has mastered the copper-based healing techniques of the Healing Church, which will be very useful for electric attacks..."

Before Kaine could finish speaking, Ether interrupted, saying, "Ms. Kaine, you should focus more on Mr. Sap."

As he spoke, Ether casually spread his arms, and his body structure extended outwards as his arms were spread.

At this time, it was filled with a dense array of various objects.

"I have made thorough preparations. Arkham is doomed to die here today!"

As he spoke, Ether proudly pointed to a long silver spike: "This artifact is called the Holy Silver Nail."

"A person pierced by this thing will have a significantly reduced resistance to silver!"

"It's enough to turn a superhuman with no silver resistance into someone who gets dizzy at the sight of silver."

Then Ether pointed to the second vial: "This is a liquid artifact from our Institute of Excellence!"

"A superhuman being enveloped by this thing will experience a terrifying decrease in their affinity for sunlight."

"Enough to make an ordinary superhuman burst into flames the moment they are exposed to sunlight."

Then Ether pointed to a third red crystal, about the size of a fist.

"This is a Sunstone, a fragment from the Temple of the Blazing Sun during the Second Era of the Sun Dynasty!"

"Once activated, it can unleash compressed sunlight."

"It can completely purify a master-level Bloodthirsty Seed in less than a second!"

"Even physical concealment is pointless!"

"The scorching sun will instantly burn all shelter to pieces."

At this point, Ether arrogantly raised his chin: "Even if he managed to weaken the side effects of his extraordinary abilities through the effects of the potion, he would still be able to do so."

"But the side effects of the properties he activated in such a short time are definitely enormous!"

"Not being afraid of the sun and silver is just bluffing!"

"Normally it may not seem to have any impact, but if it is reduced even slightly, the balance will be broken, and it will cause a chain reaction!"

"As for the remaining few, these potion aberrations will easily take care of them."

"Once I devour Arkham, these three will become my ingredients!"

After listening to Ether's explanation, Katie's voice came through the dollar bird: "Seeing you so confident, I feel relieved."

Then the little dollar bird burst into flames and disappeared.

After the bird left, a shadow appeared.