Full-time monk: I am the prophet of civilization!

"Go to hell!"

Several hidden darts shot out from Leng Qing's shadow, aiming directly at Leng Qing's vital points.

Seeing that Leng Qing was still dumbfounded and unresponsive, Bei Jiang revealed a cunning smile similar to that of Yagami Light.

"We won!"

"Win? I doubt it?"

Leng Qing's words rang out behind the craftsman, and at the same time, a silver light suddenly appeared.

"what?!"

The craftsman was unable to dodge in time and was directly thrown out of his hiding place by a spatial ripple.

His peripheral vision swept over the spot where Leng Qing had been standing.

Where is Leng Qing now?

"Space-based, and you already knew I would assassinate you..."

As expected of one of the four craftsmen of the Assassin's Palace, the craftsman quickly figured out the situation.

"However, knowing I was coming to assassinate them, they still dared to show up alone..."

"I really don't know whether to call you arrogant or stupid!"

While using words to attract Leng Qing's attention, Bei Jiang was also regrouping the dark matter.

As the words were finished, a massive, several-meter-tall axe-wielding ghost emerged from the darkness and swung its axe at Leng Qing.

If it were in the original timeline...

Without information about the craftsman, Leng Qing, with her high attack and low defense, would definitely not be able to defend against the craftsman's assassination attempt.

However, after learning all of Bei Jiang's abilities from Lin Fan...

The experienced Leng Qing handled the situation with considerable composure.

A flash of silver light appeared, and a spatial ripple, resembling a divine sign, spread out from Leng Qing's body.

Mind Control - Be Gone!

Both the giant axe ghost that swung its axe and the shadow attack launched by the lowly craftsman at the same time were blasted away.

"Tch, spatial magic is such a hassle..."

The craftsman wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with a fierce look in his eyes.

If it weren't for the fact that he also possessed the space element, which was part of the dimensional system, and the combined shadow and chaos elements, Leng Qing would have absolutely no chance of defending against him...

Just as the craftsman was about to make his killing move, he heard the words of the other people.

"As expected, a newcomer is still a newcomer. Let's see how the seniors handle things."

The tomb craftsman said in a deep voice.

At the same time, with a wave of his hand, the spirits of the dead crawled out of the soil.

Before long, the scene was filled with countless undead. Leng Qing roughly estimated that there were probably tens of thousands of undead.

Moreover, in addition to their astonishing quantity, the quality of the undead was also frighteningly high.

There are undead of the warrior, commander, and even sub-monarch levels among them.

Clearly, the tomb raider's skill in necromancy is not weak, even among high-level mages.

Compared to the newly promoted Four Craftsmen of the lower rank, they are indeed much stronger.

Even the humble craftsman himself unconsciously took two steps back.

Besides the tomb craftsman, the other two also entered the scene.

The alluring, mature-looking tomb craftsman let out a silvery laugh, the sonic waves instantly sending shockwaves through the mind and causing death.

"Mind-based? Plant-based?"

Leng Qing narrowly escaped the attack of the thorny vines.

Looking at the rock giant summoned by the King Craftsman, he remained completely calm.

"Fine, I'm not playing with you guys anymore..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Qing changed his previous defensive approach and charged directly at the tomb craftsmen and the others.

"Oh? Instead of running away, they're charging towards us?"

The craftsman gave a cruel smile; he couldn't wait to see Leng Qing torn to shreds by the tide of the undead.

Only the experienced tomb raiders, upon seeing Leng Qing's ambiguous smile, were the first to realize something was wrong.

"No! Something's wrong!"

Unfortunately, it's too late.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a plume of smoke exploded.

Then, a hundred-meter-long giant claw tore through the smoke and instantly shredded the monarch-level rock giant into pieces.

"How is this possible!?"

With the contract broken and his spirit broken, Wang Jiang uttered an incredulous question.

He simply couldn't believe that the monarch-level contract beast he had nurtured for a lifetime had been shattered in a single blow.

However, whether he believes it or not, that is the truth.

As the smoke cleared, the giant claw's form was revealed.

All four craftsmen understood why the monarch-level rock giant couldn't withstand a single blow.

It wasn't that the monarch-level rock giants were too weak, but rather that the enemy was ridiculously strong.

Chapter 92 Shirazawa and the Assassin Palace

Looking in the direction of the four craftsmen's gaze.

A colossal beast, entirely white, resembling a Qilin, and bearing two horns, stood majestically overlooking the monstrous creature.

Its powerful aura, so unlike that of a monarch, emanated naturally.

The four craftsmen, who were once so arrogant, now dared not even move an inch.

After a moment of stunned silence, the youngest craftsman's composure crumbled first, and he burst into a tirade of curses.

"Are you kidding me?!"

He couldn't figure it out.

Just seconds ago, he was assassinating a high-ranking mage.

Why did the high-ranking female mage transform into this almost invincible being when the four of them joined forces...?

"It's an illusion, it must be an illusion created by you, you bastard!"

"I don't believe it!!!"

The craftsman transformed into a shadowy figure, moving rapidly as if time and space were distorted.

They charged straight at Shirazawa.

"You lowly craftsman, have you gone mad?"

The tomb raider was immediately horrified; this enormous beast was far beyond the scope of a supreme monarch.

Even a high-level mage like him dared not act rashly.

How dare that lowly craftsman rush up there?

"Don't speak, calm your mind. That demon has the ability to influence the mind."

The mind-based, top-tier tomb craftsman spoke up to remind them.

She didn't want the tomb craftsman to follow in the footsteps of the lowly craftsman.

After all, without the gravedigger's army of the dead to hold her back, her chances of escaping would be virtually zero.

Unlike the tomb builders and mausoleum craftsmen who were covered in sweat and looked tense and fearful.

Standing atop the spirits of the dead, Bai Ze now appeared serene and content.

"Oh? Instead of running away, you're charging at me?"

The words that the craftsman said just seconds ago are now being spoken by Shirazawa.

Isn't this a satire of the humble craftsman?

Even more ironically...

As Bai Ze finished speaking, the space in front of him was distorted by waves of sound.

Whether it's the Shadow element, the Chaos element, or a combination of both.

In the face of absolute strength, all of that is nothing but flashy tricks and utterly vulnerable.

The talent that had previously protected the craftsman so well in his actions could no longer protect him in the slightest.

The lowly craftsman who was charging straight towards Bai Ze was instantly reduced to a cloud of blood mist by the words before he even got close.

Not just lowly craftsmen.

The thick net of thorny vines that the tomb builders had laid out earlier was also broken through in an instant.

It's like a spider trying to trap a cruise ship with its web—it's not even a case of a mantis trying to stop a chariot...

Even the tens of thousands of undead summoned by the tomb raider were continuously reduced to ashes under the attack of this sonic wave.

Whether they were generals or commanders, none of them could withstand a single blow.

Only the two near-monarchical, quasi-death rulers, fought until they were reduced to mangled bodies, and managed to withstand this wave of damage.

Hiding beneath the body of the soon-to-be-deceased king, the tomb craftsman, the royal craftsman, and the mausoleum craftsman had completely given up any thought of resistance.

With just one sentence, all their chips were crushed.

How do I play this?

Rather than fighting with all your might only to be toyed with by demons, it's better to just lie down and wait to die...

Just as the three tomb builders were awaiting their death, a kind and gentle old man's voice rang out from outside.

"Lingling, don't you think your teacher Bai Ze is amazing?"

"Amazing, amazing! Teacher Bai Ze is even more amazing than Yue E Huang."

Faced with Bai Ze's childlike attempts to claim credit and praise, eight-year-old Lingling acted more like a mature adult, showering him with compliments without reservation.

Knowing that Leng Qing would be attacked, Teacher Lingling would naturally not stand by and watch her die.

In addition, he had been staying at the experimental base for a long time and wanted to stretch his muscles.

He simply transformed into Leng Qing's appearance and tested the skills of the Four Craftsmen.

This was not difficult for Bai Ze, who understood the feelings of all things and knew the appearance of all things under heaven.

However, upon hearing Lingling compare herself to Bai Ze, the plump Moon Moth Phoenix immediately let out a few disgruntled cries.

"Waaaah! (〃＞皿＜)"

That adorable appearance made Lin Fan, Lingling, and the others burst into laughter.

The tomb builders and others looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the white marshland, which had previously resembled a mountain range, had vanished.

Instead, a purplish-black divine eagle appeared.

In front of him, an old man and several young people were chatting and laughing.

Leng Qing, whom they were trying to assassinate, was among them.

Having experienced such a terrifying event, the tomb raiders were terrified and dared not lay a hand on Leng Qing again.

They just wanted to sneak away when no one was looking.

only……

"Hey, you guys over there, are you coming out on your own, or do I have to ask you to come out?"