Steam Old Days: The Extraordinary Begins with a Corpse Collector

Lyndon, spear in hand, thrust it straight at the woman closest to him.

When Mary saw Lyndon rushing towards her, she hurriedly unleashed several crescent-shaped arcs of light, trying to block Lyndon's attack.

But Lyndon wielded his spear, parrying and thrusting left and right, deflecting all the arcs of light that Mary had shot at him.

The spearhead pierced the fog of the night, carrying a hint of determination.

The strike was as swift as lightning, the red light from the spear leaving a striking trail of blood in the pitch-black night.

Seeing that her attacks had not caused Lyndon any harm, Mary's eyes widened as she watched the spear in Lyndon's hand draw ever closer.

Just then, the man with the knife suddenly stood in front of Mary, his back facing Lyndon's spear.

Clang!

The spear pierced the back of the man with the knife with a sharp, resounding impact.

Lyndon gasped, for his spear had failed to pierce the man's back and instead became lodged there.

"what!"

The man roared, and a powerful aura burst forth from his body.

The sheer power of her aura caused Linden to stagger backward.

Even the man's upper body clothes were completely shattered, revealing his rock-like skin.

"A powerful blow, but to me, Rodney, it's just a tickle."

Rodney turned around, drew his knife, and shielded Mary behind him.

"Extraordinary, yet another extraordinary one."

Lyndon held his spear in a defensive stance.

He stared at the rock texture on Rodney's body, his heart filled with shock.

He initially thought that only the woman was a superhuman, so his first reaction was to kill Mary.

But to my surprise, the guy with the knife was also a superhuman.

Furthermore, judging from their physical structure, none of them had undergone any organ transplant surgery.

That would make things even worse.

As far as Lyndon knew, the methods to enter the extraordinary realm could be broadly divided into two categories.

One type is receiving divine power through blessings from the church.

Another type involves organ transplantation surgery, where different foreign organs are transplanted into the individual to help digest the magical potion, thereby strengthening themselves and achieving extraordinary abilities.

Both options can enable ordinary people to achieve extraordinary things.

However, the latter carries considerable risks and hidden dangers.

The most typical example is that the former is generally stronger than the latter.

The latter's power comes from a magic potion diluted with foreign organs, just as a machine cannot directly withstand high voltage, so it needs a voltage reducer.

While heterologous organs can help ordinary people gain extraordinary powers, they also become a major obstacle to their upward progress.

"It seems that these three are probably all extraordinary individuals."

Lyndon gripped the spear tighter involuntarily.

Facing three opponents alone, I am already at a disadvantage and cannot act rashly.

Therefore, Lyndon cautiously observed the movements of the three people in front of him and dared not attack rashly.

Both men were furious upon hearing the news of Arthur's death.

Rodney gritted his teeth, his eyebrows raised.

He pointed his knife at Lyndon and yelled, "Damn it! Damn it! You actually killed Arthur! Do you know how important he was to us?!"

"Rodney, don't talk to him! Arthur is dead, we've worked for nothing tonight!"

Mary stepped forward, pointed at Lyndon, and yelled, "Kid, we weren't planning on killing you. If you had run away, we might not have chased after you. But now Arthur is dead, and you have to pay for it!"

After saying that, Mary conjured two crescent-shaped arcs of light in her hands and then flung them toward Lyndon.

The arc of light drew two elegant curves in the air, slashing towards Lyndon's abdomen with a chilling killing intent.

Upon seeing this, Linden quickly dodged to the left and right.

Moran didn't dare to fall behind; he drew three arrows from his quiver and nocked them on his bow.

He drew his bowstring taut and, taking advantage of Lyndon's moment of dodge, launched a surprise attack with an arrow.

Lyndon twirled his staff, deflecting the incoming arrows.

Suddenly, Rodney charged at Lyndon with a knife in hand.

Lyndon had no time to dodge and could only raise his spear to fight Rodney.

Rodney's skin was incredibly tough; simple attacks couldn't break through his defenses at all.

Instead, Rodney seized the opportunity and took control of the spear with one hand.

Lyndon tried to back away, but the spear shaft seemed welded to Rodney's hand and wouldn't budge.

At that moment, Rodney swung his knife at Lyndon's head. To dodge the blow, Lyndon had no choice but to release his grip and abandon the spear.

The moment Lyndon discarded the spear, it turned into a pool of blood that flowed from between Rodney's fingers onto the ground.

"This is the first time I've ever seen a superhuman use their own blood as a weapon."

Rodney wiped the blood off his hands and said coldly.

Lyndon's breathing became increasingly rapid, and his vision began to blur due to excessive blood loss.

Faced with the three men's attack, Lyndon felt somewhat overwhelmed.

The three men approached Lyndon, and a murderous aura filled the air.

We must find a breakthrough!

Lyndon thought to himself.

He carefully observed the three men, and suddenly, Lyndon noticed that apart from Rodney, the other two did not seem to have displayed any effective melee attacks.

He might be able to take advantage of this.

A ruthless tactic took shape in Lyndon's mind.

He gritted his teeth, straightened his chest, and used his own blood to forge a brand new spear.

"Still not willing to surrender?"

Rodney scoffed.

"Surrender?" Lyndon scoffed. "Does surrendering mean you lose half the battle?"

With that, Lyndon charged at the three men with his spear.

This time, however, he went straight for Rodney, who was the most difficult opponent.

Lyndon let out a low growl, no longer holding back. His spear flew like a storm, wildly striking Rodney's knees, elbows, and joints.

puff!puff!puff!

The spearhead pierced Rodney, and under Lyndon's continuous thrusts, Rodney's defenses finally cracked.

Blood seeped from his joints.

Rodney was shocked; he hadn't expected Lyndon to actually find a weakness in his defense.

He tried to parry, but his broadsword couldn't reach Lyndon at all.

He wanted to retreat and make room for Mary and Moran to attack, but Lyndon was like a mad dog, relentlessly pursuing Rodney.

Lyndon even split his spear in two, turning it into two short spears, and engaged Rodney in close combat.

Mary and Moran stared at each other for a long time, but neither of them dared to make a move.

"No way! Rodney and that guy are too close together, they could easily get hurt!"

Moran drew his bow, aimed carefully, and then reluctantly put it down, saying...

"hateful!"

Mary muttered a curse under her breath.

As Lyndon expected, neither of them had any close-combat ability.

They could only watch helplessly as Rodney and Lyndon became entangled and Rodney slowly lost ground.

"what!"

Suddenly! Rodney screamed in agony as his greatsword fell to the ground.

Lyndon plunged a spearhead straight into Rodney's elbow, and blood gushed from the wound.

Lyndon showed no mercy; with a flick of his wrist, he thrust another spear toward Rodney's armpit, collarbone, and navel.

puff!

The spearhead pierced deep, and Rodney was now covered in wounds!

"Rodney!"

Mary shouted.

Seeing that Rodney's life was in danger, Mary didn't care about anything else and could only unleash two crescent-shaped arcs of light.

"Well done!"

A fierce glint flashed in Lyndon's eyes. He used Rodney's body as a shield, protecting himself.

Neither of the two arcs of light that Mary unleashed harmed Lyndon; they both struck Rodney.

Rodney was severely injured by his own teammates' attack, and he let out a helpless howl.

"Idiot! You hurt Rodney!"

Moran jumped up and down in anxiety.

Mary was also terrified, her face turning pale. In her haste, she stood frozen on the spot.

Lyndon seized the opportunity, released one hand, and wiped away Rodney's blood.

[Spear of Fanaticism]

[Effect: When you glimpse the mystery, the power of miracles will be bestowed upon you. When you are willing to offer your sacrifice to the other side, a spear from the mystery will help you preserve your mortal body from harm.]

Offering one's own sacrifice is not wrong, but it has never been said that it must be one's own blood.

Lyndon had a sudden thought. He transformed Rodney's blood into a short spear, then gathered his strength and hurled it with all his might.

The blood-red short spear flew from her hand, transforming into a dazzling streak of light as it hurtled towards Mary.

Mary's abdomen was pierced by a short spear, but fortunately Lyndon didn't have much strength left.

Therefore, she did not die.

"Mary!"

Moran's eyes widened in fury; he wanted to rush to help, but Lyndon slapped him back.

The short spear seemed to have a mind of its own and flew back with a whoosh.

During the journey, Moran also suffered a cut on his thigh.

Seeing that the other two had fallen, it seemed that the entire army was about to be wiped out.

The badly injured Rodney roared and struggled to break free of Lyndon's grasp.

He stepped back to stand beside the two of them.

The three of them helped each other up and managed to stand up straight.

The two sides were locked in a standoff, but the momentum had completely reversed.

Lyndon was covered in blood, looking like a demon crawling out of hell.

Rodney was covered in wounds and was holding on with his last bit of strength.

Mary was deathly pale and her breathing was weak.

Moran's face turned ashen; he hadn't expected that the three of them would suffer such a huge loss tonight.

Tonight's operation was a complete failure.

Arthur is already dead, and all three of them are injured. If the fight continues, they will probably all lose their lives here.

Who exactly is this Lyndon?!

Moran roared inwardly.

"Walk…"

Rodney, supporting the two of them, managed to utter a single word with difficulty.

So the three of them fled into the thick fog of the city's night in a disheveled state.

Lyndon stood there, motionless.

He didn't have the strength to chase after him.

Let those three get away!

Lyndon's tense nerves finally relaxed.

A strong sense of dizziness and weakness overwhelmed him instantly, like a tidal wave.

His vision went black, his body swayed, his legs gave way, and he collapsed onto the cold ground.

"Heh...heh..."

Lyndon gasped for breath, feeling his whole body grow cold and his wounds began to throb.

He struggled to his feet and moved his feet.

Lyndon felt like he was walking on cotton with every step he took.

He retrieved his revolver first, then staggered to Arthur's body.

Just a few minutes ago, this slick-haired, flamboyant man was lying in the carriage singing.

But now he lay on the ground, his hair disheveled, in a twisted posture, a cold corpse.

Arthur's eyes widened, his dilated pupils filled with fear and resentment.

"He died with his eyes wide open in disbelief!"

Lyndon reached out and closed Arthur's eyelids.

Next, Lyndon examined Arthur's body.

He had multiple fractures, but none of them were fatal. They were probably caused unintentionally when Lyndon threw him against the wall.

Moreover, Arthur's spine is still intact; at most, he might not be able to get out of bed in the future. How could he die?

Lyndon looked at Arthur's pale face and the bluish smoke rings around his eyes, and then at Arthur's purplish lips.

An absurd idea popped into Lyndon's mind.

"You're not so weak that your heart can't handle it, are you?!"

【Old Burial Master, have you uncovered all the mysteries? Examine the corpse of mortal Arthur, Proficiency +1】

Please stop focusing your attention on such insignificant people; the mysteries of the world extend far beyond your imagination!

Hearing the deep voice in his mind, Lyndon shook his head helplessly.

"Indulgence is harmful!"

Just as Lyndon was moving Arthur's body, he suddenly noticed that something seemed to be written next to Arthur's hand.

"Wat...ch, watch?"

Linden stared at the words written in blood on the ground, his mind filled with questions.

He suddenly remembered Arthur's strange behavior before his death.

Arthur was initially very cooperative, but it was only when I mentioned the watch next to Alastor that Arthur suddenly went berserk and tried to snatch the pistol from me.

"During the robbery, he kept shouting that I was a member of the Black Sail Society."

"Why would he think I'm a member of the Black Sails? He's a member himself, so why does he seem so afraid of them? Who were those three people? What are their identities? And what's their relationship with Arthur?"

"And why did he say he owed Alastor nothing at all?"

All the doubts burst forth from Lyndon's mind.

He seemed to have forgotten the pain he was in.

Lyndon touched Arthur's pocket again and found only a wallet inside.

There was probably eight pounds, seven shillings, and sixpence in the wallet.

This is still far short of the twelve gold pounds that Alastor wanted.

"Fine, the debt is settled when the person dies. Let's use these to settle things with Alasto for now."

Lyndon stuffed the money into his pocket; he had a lot of questions he wanted to ask Alastor anyway!

"As for you..."

Lyndon looked at Arthur's body and felt it wasn't right to just leave him there. After all, Arthur was a gang member, and he didn't want him to cause any trouble later.

Just as Lyndon was trying to drag Arthur's body away, the sound of horses' hooves and a commotion suddenly came from afar.

"Hurry! It's just ahead!"

"Someone's coming." Upon hearing this, Lyndon had no choice but to abandon Arthur's body and hide alone in a dark alley.

Before long, several horse-drawn carriages arrived at the scene.

The carriage has a gold emblem embedded in its side.

The emblem is shield-shaped, with an eagle in the center holding a wreath in its beak and a longsword in its claws.

This is the logo of the Public Security Bureau.

Several men in uniforms jumped down from the carriage, each carrying a state-of-the-art Perkins steam-fired repeating rifle.

"Quickly! Seal off the scene! Don't let anyone in!" the sheriff shouted.

"Looks like someone else has taken care of it for me."

Lyndon hid in the shadows, observing the sheriffs' movements.

It's impossible to retrieve Arthur's body now.

Lyndon clutched his wound.

He staggered, leaning against the wall, and left this place of trouble.

Just then, a pure white cat leaped down from the roof.

The cat gazed in the direction Lyndon had left, sitting quietly with its tail gracefully curled in front of it.

It lay down and began licking the blood left behind by Lyndon.

In the alleys of the foggy city, only the faint sound of sucking and the clamor of the street constables remained.