My wife is a magical girl, how can I be the villain?

"How dare he disrespect us?" He couldn't see what was happening behind him because Hua Lingyou was blocking his view.

"Just run away, do you think he'll give you any face?!" Hua Lingyou flicked him on the forehead.

"The spatial orientation of the Voidquake Land is too strange. We should be able to find the coordinates by returning to the original route..." Hua Lingyou stared intently at the compass in her hand. The bubble inside the glass dome expanded and contracted, but it still couldn't detect the coordinates they had set up.

"Senior Hua, it feels like I can't beat anyone when I'm with you, and I'm always running away..." Tang Ming said sullenly.

"You...we...that means the enemies we encountered were much stronger. That's how you improve. Besides, who was just bullying the weaklings? You forgot about it as soon as you turned around, didn't you?" Hua Lingyou hit Tang Ming on the head again and continued to choke him.

"How can this priest fly? He's floating around and he's catching up with us!" Tang Ming jumped away in a panic. A sharp claw emerged from the ground below. If he had reacted any slower, he would have been tripped up.

The priest's face darkened, and he shot out like a bullet. The scythe handle shattered, turning into a long chain. The priest swung the chain horizontally, and the next moment, the scythe with the chain attached rushed towards Tang Ming's back at an exponential speed.

"You're pretty fast, kid. Let me see... how you'll handle this?" The priest's chilling voice rang out as he coldly observed the two "virtual beasts."

No proof is needed; the opponent's evasion skills demonstrate that he is completely different from the foolish ethereal beasts he controls. As a priest, he can command hundreds of ethereal beasts at will, but these beasts have no intelligence; they simply submit to his alien nature according to instinct, foolishly being driven by him to attack and kill.

He didn't believe that Fu Ze had control skills far superior to his. There was only one possibility: those two weren't virtual beasts, but people like him!

"That's impossible... How could Fu Ze possess the ability of complete symbiosis?"

He clearly saw that Tang Ming and Hua Lingyou were completely enveloped in the alien substance, and he could not sense any human aura from them, which was unimaginable for their followers. The children of the cult were selected from among the best, but none of them could grow to this state with the alien substance; they could only use the alien substance to amplify a small part of their bodies.

Those who attempt to increase the fusion are invariably drained of their life force or have their intelligence completely destroyed by the alien substance.

Humans and aliens are like two bloodlines mixed in one dish. A little alien can be a stimulant for human blood, but if it exceeds the proportion of human blood, the alien will gradually erode the human body, completely destroying flesh, mind, and self, and finally turning into a walking corpse... Many humanoid beasts in the cult are like this.

The priest originally believed that the ability to achieve complete symbiosis could only be attained by becoming a pure beast...

But the two "people" in front of him slapped him in the face. He licked his lips and revealed a smile of delight, which made him even happier than capturing a magical girl!

He knew the two weren't particularly strong, but their perfect physiques and the power they could control at will were far superior to those who forced symbiosis, a brutal selection process where the winner lived and the loser died.

If we continue to evolve, we will eventually reach a level that the Order cannot match!

The priests were already troubled by the increasing number of followers within the cult who had lost their "faith" and were unable to communicate normally. If there were better ways to utilize the alien material, the cult wouldn't need to "create" so many failed symbiotes, turning them into something neither human nor monster.

The priest got more and more excited as he thought about it, and felt it was more and more feasible. He didn't even know if the two slippery "things" in front of him were actually virtual beasts. He was already looking forward to contributing a perfect answer to the future of the cult and the evolution of mankind.

It has to be said that the new humans really do resemble a cult, fanatical and persistent... If Tang Ming knew what the priest was thinking, he would probably secretly curse his current "organization" as a makeshift operation with nothing to show for it...

"This mission is far too hasty! Doesn't the company have any reinforcements? If we die here, how can we even get back?"

Tang Ming's hand was hooked by the blood scythe. He decisively peeled off the crystal armor on his arm, and the scythe, now without support, fell to the ground along with the shattered crystal.

The stinging pain of the crystal armor being peeled off relentlessly stimulated Tang Ming's nerves. He gritted his teeth and held his breath, feeling his forehead throbbing. Within the skin of his arm, now unprotected by the crystal armor, the alien substance immediately activated, swelling up again to form a new crystal armor that covered Tang Ming's left hand.

"Hiss... This mission really wasn't a good idea." Tang Ming sighed deeply, on the verge of tears.

"Keep it up, Tang Ming... If we get caught by that perverted priest, our fate might be pretty grim. Watch out for the right!"

Hua Lingyou held tightly to Tang Ming's neck to prevent him from throwing her off while dodging attacks.

Reminded by Hua Lingyou, Tang Ming unleashed two thick crystalline threads, lashing out fiercely to his right. Amplified by Tang Ming's incredibly high speed, any of his attacks would possess unexpected destructive power.

They fled back the way they came, returning to the desert region. Even on the wide plains, Tang Ming's legs couldn't match the priest's gliding swiftness. As the distance closed once more, the priest vanished into thin air, disappearing into the dust.

The next instant, it appeared above and to the right of Tang Ming, spreading out a giant black wing that blotted out the sky. The edges of the wing were not feathers, but fingers, like a pair of visible giant hands, trying to completely envelop the two of them.

The priest was indeed caught off guard by Tang Ming's sudden counterattack. He had no idea about Tang Ming's attack methods. Despite the enormous size of the target, Tang Ming's casual whip strikes were incredibly accurate, striking the giant black wings with remarkable precision.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft—"

Tang Ming's body transformed into a "spinning top," his form twisting in an almost inhuman way. The two purple crystal threads on his hands revealed sharp spikes, which, under his spin, produced explosive roars in the air at an even higher angular velocity, one after another.

From the priest's perspective, the other party was already trapped, and the cage filled with alien substances was about to cover them. Instead of trying to escape, the other party used their speed to try to fight back.

"Ridiculous! Uh..." The priest, hidden within the giant wings, had just revealed a mocking smile when he began intimate contact with the first lash of the whip.

A moment later, the terrifying black giant wings were riddled with holes, and shattered crystals fell like rain. Before this "cage" that sealed off all escape routes could even land, it was torn into tattered rags by Tang Ming, the "spinning top".

"Uh-huh!"

The priest instantly withdrew from the giant wings, which shattered completely without his power to sustain them. He fell from the sky, plowing a distance of dozens of meters across the ground before finally coming to a stop.

He looked up and saw that his gray robe had been torn to shreds, exposing his hunched body to the air. The priest's hands, with their ten fingers hanging in the air like a zombie, rested on his chest, each finger connected to a white silk thread.

Unlike the thick, whip-like silk threads Tang Ming used for attack, each thread at his fingertips resembled the strings controlling a puppet, with no visible connection at the other end. Strangely, some of these threads were connected to his hands, feet, torso, neck…

Is the puppeteer manipulating himself?