Those who reincarnate must die.

Zhang Lang instinctively tried to dodge, but he couldn't escape at all!

What shot out of that huge gun was not a bullet, but a thick laser beam!

In an instant, Zhang Lang's vision was filled with a dazzling white light, and then he felt that half of his body had lost sensation!

The house, which had been sealed by the magic of the law, was completely shattered. A thick beam of light pierced through the wall, startled a sparrow, and stretched all the way to the mountain thousands of meters away, burning down trees, melting rocks, and creating a crater several meters in diameter and unfathomably deep!

After everything calmed down, Olivia's room was a mess. Large holes burned into the walls were still dripping lava, and a clearly visible charred black line ran along the straight path from the lava tunnel to the laser cannon in the assassin's hand. (Google search for more information)

Zhang Lang, who was originally on this line, had lost his entire right arm and half of his chest. The wound was charred and sealed shut. He lay behind the charred sofa. Old Charlor, who hadn't been completely pushed away by him, also fell at the other end. His body was charred, and his life was unknown. The stitched monster had been smashed into pieces of flesh. The little witch on his shoulder had fallen off. His legs below the knees were gone. He could only lie on the ground, his face contorted in pain.

"hehe……"

The assassin walked past Zhang Lang toward the witch, using the shadows that had reappeared after the light source was destroyed to retrieve the enormous superweapon, muttering to himself:

"If I could, I really wouldn't want to use this positron cannon... It takes so many points to charge it once... I hope the kill reward can make up for this loss..."

Olivia struggled to sit up, muttering incantations, but the intense pain irritated her nerves, making it difficult for her to cast her spells smoothly. The assassin, however, wouldn't give her that chance. He lunged forward, grabbed the little witch by the throat, and lifted her up, her body now lighter after losing her legs.

"If you have to blame someone, blame yourself for being too valuable. Although the main quest only gives you a little over three hundred points, considering how proficient you are in so many spells, you'd be worth at least five hundred in a level two world..."

The assassin pulled out the small knife again and held it to Olivia's struggling face:

"Become my score, and also food for the Soul Eater Blade!"

As he was about to stab her, he suddenly felt the scene shift before him. When he came to his senses, the little witch was gone, replaced by a tall man whose clothes were half burned away, leaving his right arm and chest exposed, looking quite bizarre.

"Isn't he dead?"

A question arose in the assassin's mind. As his head slumped downwards, he saw a back wearing a brown vest... "This outfit... looks familiar..."

Then, he completely lost consciousness...

With a thud, the assassin's corpse, its head turned 180 degrees, collapsed to the ground. Zhang Lang walked up and grabbed the little witch Olivia by the back of the collar with one hand, preventing her from falling. He looked down at her and said, "Your leg..."

"Don't lift me up like that, it's so embarrassing!"

Olivia gritted her teeth and said, "My leg can recover, it just takes time. I'm in too much pain to concentrate on casting spells... There are painkillers in the metal box under the coffee table, get them for me."

Instead of immediately following her instructions, Zhang Lang first pulled out the revolver from his waist and began to finish off the corpse on the ground with a series of stabs, shooting it from the head to the heart and spine. He then stomped on it twice to make sure it was dead before carefully placing the little witch on the sofa and getting her painkillers.

Just then, a groan came from not far away. Zhang Lang turned around warily and found that it was old Chalor, this unfortunate neighbor was still alive!

He walked over and found that the old man was in a similar situation to him; half of his body had been burned, his wounds were charred black, his internal organs were severely damaged, and it was a miracle that he was still clinging to life...

Zhang Lang carefully picked up the old man and went to the witch who had just taken painkillers and was casting a spell on herself: "Save him, your old customer!"

Olivia glanced at him and shook her head: "He's beyond saving... My abilities aren't miracles, and healing takes time. He won't last that long..."

Zhang Lang frowned, carefully put Old Charlor down, and began searching the assassin's body, but found nothing. The guy's equipment and tools were all hidden in the shadows.

"Damn reincarnators, they don't even have a recovery potion!"

Zhang Lang cursed, and old Charlor was startled. He mustered his last breath and asked, "You...you're also a reincarnator? Then why are you protecting her?"

Zhang Lang was startled upon hearing this, his pupils contracting: "Do you know what I'm talking about?"

In the mission world, reincarnators cannot reveal information about the altar or the real world. Even if they did, the natives would not understand or would misinterpret it... Zhang Lang is not as strictly bound by the altar, but he can only briefly mention the characteristics of reincarnators and cannot reveal details... This old man has a concept of the term "reincarnator" and knows the content of the mission, which means...

"I'm a reincarnator too!" Charlor coughed up blood. "Are we... on different missions?" He didn't try to hide it from Olivia when he said this, knowing she wouldn't understand...

"Indeed different..." Zhang Lang narrowed his eyes, a murderous intent rising within him. He had originally thought that Charlor was an indigenous person, but he hadn't expected that he was actually a reincarnator. He probably took on the fate of someone else when he descended into this world... Just like his own identity as a police officer, the identity he was born into was Charlor, Olivia's neighbor!

Since he is a reincarnator, Zhang Lang has no reason to let him live.

"I have a request..."

Old Charlor didn't notice Zhang Lang's murderous intent, and with his last strength said:

"My real name is Charles, Charles Mig, and I live on Bit Street in the East Side of Sky City. I can't go back. If you ever have the chance to go there, please tell my wife, Lena Mig, that I hid some money in the second row, third panel of the TV wall... And, I'm sorry, I love her..."

"You love her?" Zhang Lang frowned. "Have you ever thought about how those who died at your hands also had lovers, relatives, and people waiting for them to return?"

"No...I...I..." Old Charlor struggled to argue, but his emotions overwhelmed him, causing his internal organs to fail rapidly. His remaining life force quickly ran out, and he couldn't say anything more. His head lolled to the side, and he breathed his last...

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