Mr. Death in the Steam World

Chapter 153 Riots and Suppression

The far northern wilderness, a safe zone.

Moen stood on the observation platform, his gaze very serious.

His magic returned, and all the props and containment items, including the magic mirror and the quill pen, reappeared.

All 52 circuits operate at full capacity, delivering power to every corner of the body.

He didn't know what this meant, but it was definitely not normal. Looking up into the distance, he finally found that red light.

In reality, unlike the imperceptible light at that time, the red light now covered the sky and was mixed with black gas surging towards the sky.

It emanated from the deepest part of the blizzard, dyeing the entire sky a breathtaking color.

He was all too familiar with that black aura.

He had felt that presence in Kansas City on the night the Black Moon Maiden descended.

This is the aura of a demon.

But it was far more powerful and profound than that one.

Moen's throat bobbed involuntarily.

Just then, something in his pocket felt slightly warm.

Moen suddenly looked down, took the thing out, and took a look.

It was the hair clip that Fils gave him.

Could it be that Fils has come in too?!

"Phils?" He infused a wisp of magic into the hairpin and tentatively called her name.

A series of noises came from the hair clip, and soon a familiar voice rang in his mind.

"Mr. Marcus!"

The voice carried urgency, as well as a sense of relief at surviving a disaster.

"You're alright? That's great! I was worried about you. But this isn't the time to worry about that. Listen to me," she said quickly, like a machine gun, giving Moen no chance to interrupt.

"The Truth Society has invaded the Academy! They've attacked the Akashic Records, and now the Akashic Records are out of control!"

"Your bodies have also been sucked into the records, so be very careful! In short, we are now trapped inside the records!"

'

Moen listened to her words, his mind racing.

The Truth Society invaded the Institute with the aim of causing the Akashic Records to spiral out of control, and at just the right moment.

What does this mean?

This means that this magic demonstration event was probably a setup from the very beginning.

A scheme meticulously planned by the Truth Society.

Moen suppressed the thought for the time being and focused her attention back on the hair clip.

"Phils, where are you now? Is anyone else with you?"

'

"I don't know where I am. It's all snow here, and I can't tell which way is which, but I can see a red light in the distance, in the northwest direction."

"There are a few other students with me, from other colleges. I don't know them, but they were also recruited here and are now following me."

"Okay." Moen took a deep breath. "You stay where you are, I'll come find you."

Do you know where I am?

'

"Didn't the hair clip you gave me have a location tracking function? You don't seem to have forgotten the function you made, do you?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the hair clip, then, "Anyway, please come quickly!"

'

The call ended, and Moen put the hair clip into his pocket and strode towards the center of the camp.

The safe zone was now in complete chaos.

The students' reaction to discovering their magic had returned was far more intense than Moen had anticipated.

Some people were so excited they danced with joy, while others looked around in fear.

Needless to say, the reactions of ordinary residents were even more extreme.

They weren't blind; anyone could see the ominous and ominous sign of the crimson light in the northwest.

The priests who usually joked and played with him suddenly shone with multicolored light.

You can imagine how they felt.

Just as order in the safe zone was about to collapse, "Silence! Silence!"

'

Moen's voice exploded in the center of the camp, the magic carrying the sound waves spreading in all directions, causing snowflakes to fall from the ice walls.

People turned their heads and saw Moen standing in the center of the camp, surrounded by a strange light, his hair flying and dancing in the air currents.

"Marcus?" Allen pushed his way through the crowd and ran to him. "What's going on? How come we still have my magic—no, it—" "I know," Moen interrupted him, raising his hand. "I know you have a lot of questions, but now is not the time to explain."

He turned around and pointed to the northwest horizon, which was dyed red by the light.

Did you see that?

Everyone's eyes followed the direction he was pointing.

The red light was even brighter than before, like a burning star slowly rising from the blizzard.

In the light, something could be vaguely seen wriggling.

"That's a demon."

Moen's voice wasn't loud, but every word was clearly audible to everyone present: "A demon is descending."

The moment the word "demon" was uttered, the commotion in the crowd reached its peak.

Some screamed, some cried, and some tried to rush out of the camp driven by instinct, but were held back by those around them.

"Why are you running?" a man dressed as a hunter roared. "Can you outrun a demon?"

'

"What should I do? Am I just supposed to stay here and wait to die?!"

""

"Mr. Marcus - you must have a way, right?"

"You can protect us, right?"

Moen looked at the faces filled with fear and anticipation, and took a deep breath.

"I can, but you must listen to me."

""

He pulled out the exorcism medal awarded to him by the bishop from his pocket and waved it in front of everyone.

"This is the exorcism medal awarded to me by the Holy Church. My name is engraved on it because I did participate in the exorcism of demons and made contributions."

The commotion in the crowd subsided slightly, but fear still lingered in everyone's hearts.

The medal only proves that he participated in the fight against demons, but it doesn't prove that he can win this time.

Moen was clearly aware of this as well.

He put the medal back in his pocket, raised his right hand, and spread his five fingers.

Magic surged from the magic circuit and condensed into a ball of flame in the palm of the hand.

The flame was small, only the size of a fist, but the heat it emitted caused the snow within several meters to begin melting.

A wave of heat hit them, and those standing in the front row instinctively took a few steps back.

Moen did not stop.

He drew the flames back into his body, and the shape of his right hand underwent a dramatic change.

Scales emerged from beneath the skin, and in an instant, the entire hand transformed into a ferocious dragon claw.

Dragon's might erupted from his body, spreading in all directions.

The oppressive aura was so strong that several students with weaker constitutions collapsed to the ground, their legs giving way.

If even magicians are like this, then the ordinary residents are even more so.

Before Longwei, the fear that came from the depths of their souls rendered them completely immobile.

"This is my power. Believe me, I will keep you alive—as long as you listen to me."

Within the safe zone, all was silent.