I can see experience bars after being transported to another world.

The baron, who had been cowering in the corner trembling, seemed to have his spine ripped out the moment he saw the puddle of mud.

He knelt on the ground, his hands gripping his hair tightly. The tears that flowed from the corners of his eyes were no longer blood and tears, but murky black mucus.

"That is...that is Mother's vessel! That is the supreme glory that led our family to extraordinary heights!"

The baron suddenly raised his head, his eyes, now only whites remaining, fixed intently on Lu Yuan, corroded by the exorcism powder.

His skin began to crack inch by inch, and countless tiny buds of flesh grew wildly, making him look like an inflated balloon.

With a frenzied suicidal rage, it roared and pounced on Lu Yuan.

[Facing a high-level mutated creature, rationality assessment in progress... Assessment passed]

During this lull, Lu Yuan reloaded his revolver.

"It's all your fault! It's all your fault! I'll tear you to pieces! I'll offer you as a sacrifice to my mother!"

Faced with this desperate struggle, Lu Yuan did not engage in a direct confrontation.

He calmly slid to the left, firing his revolver again at the same time.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two bullets struck the Baron precisely in the knee joint.

"Click."

The baron, who was charging forward, staggered and fell heavily to the ground.

But he seemed oblivious to the pain, still gripping the ground with both hands like a mad dog with a broken spine.

Dragging his mangled body, he crawled slowly toward Lu Yuan, muttering incoherently:

"Mother...look at me...I am your most loyal child..."

However, he was met with only deathly silence.

No miracles were performed, nor was any power bestowed.

The muddy mess still lay quietly on the bed, emitting a nauseating stench.

The baron's crawling movements gradually slowed down.

He lay on the ground, reaching out to touch the mud, but his hand stopped in mid-air.

Why...?

The baron's voice grew weak and trembling. The initial frenzy had faded, leaving only an endless emptiness and the despair of abandonment. "Why didn't you save me...why did you abandon me..."

He finally realized that in the eyes of his great "mother," he and his nephew were just disposable consumables.

"Because you're no longer useful."

A cold voice rang out above his head.

The Baron froze.

He suddenly rolled over, trying to make a final struggle, and his hand, which had turned into a sharp claw, slashed fiercely at Lu Yuan's abdomen.

"Bang!"

A shot rang out.

A wisp of smoke rose from the scalding hot muzzle.

A bloody hole appeared between the baron's eyebrows, and his sharp claws drooped limply just centimeters away from Lu Yuan.

Looking at the baron's lifeless corpse, Lu Yuan let out a long breath, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

"Phew...not bad luck."

Lu Yuan wiped the sweat from his forehead and glanced at the Baron's mutated corpse with lingering fear.

If at their peak, such a high-level mutant can retaliate even if a vital point is hit.

Thanks to old Morgan's "Exorcism Powder Type 3", the high concentration of silver powder and intense light almost rendered the Baron powerless, leaving him helplessly furious like a blind man.

Otherwise, it's really uncertain who will live and who will die tonight.

Lu Yuan squatted down and, suppressing his nausea, rummaged through the baron's slimy tuxedo for a while.

Unexpectedly, Lu Yuan actually managed to find a piece of paper.

As I pulled out the letter, the familiar smell of rotten fish instantly filled my nostrils.

By the lingering firelight, Lu Yuan could make out the contents:

"While the base is empty tonight, let's get rid of those doctors and move the hatchlings to the dock warehouse. 'Mother' is hungry."

The inscription was not signed by a name, but only by a badge-like mark entwined with thorns and tentacles.

Lu Yuan's eyes turned cold as he put the letter into his pocket.

Is this what Morgan wanted?

In fact, Lu Yuan had already realized it the moment he stepped into the manor.

He was used as bait by the Night's Watch and thrown out, after all, the alienation characteristics of Thorn Manor were too obvious.

Unless the Night's Watchmen are all idiots, they couldn't possibly miss it.

"But it doesn't matter, anyway, I don't have to pay back the points, and I can even squeeze some money out of old Morgan."

Just as Lu Yuan was thinking.

Urgent whistles and footsteps came from outside the window.

Hearing the footsteps, Lu Yuan was both amused and exasperated. How long had he been crouching? He was surprised that the explosion had happened so quickly and the footsteps were already there.

Let the professionals handle the rest.

He put away his gun, straightened the slightly disheveled collar of his trench coat, and looked at the corpses scattered on the ground, his eyes regaining their calm.

A few seconds later, accompanied by a gunshot and a strange roar, a group of people headed straight for Lu Yuan's room.

"Bang!"

With a loud, forceful kicking of the door.

The heavy oak door was kicked open with a loud thud, crashing against the wall.

What rushed in next was not the chaotic and noisy ordinary patrol guards that Lu Yuan had expected, but a well-equipped and disciplined mixed squad dressed in black uniforms.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, instantly occupying every tactical blind spot in the room, their alchemical crossbows and muskets locked onto Lu Yuan in the center of the room.

The person leading the group was a middle-aged man dressed in a high-ranking security guard uniform.

He had a full beard and looked rugged, but his sharp, hawk-like eyes revealed a seasoned killing intent.

Lu Yuan keenly noticed that this "police officer" was carrying a gold-plated grenade that was not issued to ordinary guards.

"Are we one of our own?"

Lu Yuan made a judgment in his mind.

The team leader's gaze quickly swept across the entire area.

When he saw the monster corpses scattered all over the ground, their faces corroded beyond recognition by silver dust, and the baron whose head had been blown open.

When he finally looked at Lu Yuan, who was standing unharmed by the window, his pupils contracted slightly.

A hint of apprehension flashed in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, fear turned into satisfaction.

The bait plan was a huge success.

Their eyes met, and in just a second, they reached a tacit understanding.

"Damn it! What kind of hell on earth is this?!"

The leader suddenly roared in fury, his voice shaking the windows. "The Baron has been infected by heretics?! What are those people in the Empire doing?! And you, wielding alchemical weapons! Take him away!"

"Take him away immediately! Interrogate him thoroughly!"

Upon hearing the order, several unsuspecting ordinary guards behind him immediately rushed forward to handcuff Lu Yuan.

"Wait!"

The team leader suddenly waved his hand, stopping the group of hotheads.

He turned his head and assigned a young team member with equally capable and indifferent eyes; clearly, this was another one of his own.

"You, take a few men and take him away! This guy is a suspect, don't let him get away! Everyone else, cordon off the scene, no one is allowed to approach!"

"yes!"

The young team member strode forward and walked behind Lu Yuan.

He didn't take out the shackles, but merely pressed down on Lu Yuan's shoulder with his hand, the gesture even carrying a hint of imperceptible politeness.

"Let's go, 'suspect'."