My health recovery is incredibly fast.

"Master, where are we going?"

Rexor didn't stop. "Go straight to the safe house in the Possing Building. You'll stay there until the riots subside. The Category 3 Disaster Response Department has activated the wartime security plan, and Category 1 and Category 2 alchemists in Poseton City will be protected."

"Uh... what about Anru'er?"

"She is a Type 2 alchemist and should be with the other Type 2 alchemists."

"However, considering your identity... she will arrive at your safe house via the Energy Research Institute's teleportation crystal."

"Your safe house will be more secluded and safer, and absolutely cannot be found by the Otherworldly Demons. Only in this way can we put on this show perfectly without any mistakes."

Rexor said this with a sinister smile on his face, "Since the Church of the Otherworldly Demons wants a new pure-blooded mage lineage, we'll make sure to arrange it perfectly for them."

A cold, resentful glint appeared in his eyes.

"All Otherworldly beings that invade Magina... will not return alive!"

Chapter 79 White Arms

That evening.

Xia Zuo spent the entire day in the safe house and finally met An Ru'er.

A so-called safe house is a room where you can't see the sun or the outside world at all.

The thick walls formed a sturdy barrier. Apart from the necessary washroom and soft couch, there was a medicine cabinet for storing regular medicines such as sustenance potions and treatment medicines.

If Xia Zuo hadn't used the [Blood Curse] to confirm his location in reverse, he would have found it hard to believe that he was currently dozens of meters underground in the Bosin Building, roughly 15 to 20 stories below ground...

The way to enter this safe house is rather unusual.

The chandelier on the ceiling is the only entrance and exit.

Entering or leaving can only be done by activating the teleportation crystal on the chandelier in the temple.

Anru appeared in a beam of light.

Her face showed panic, but she calmed down a bit after seeing Xia Zuo. "Darling... what happened? The supervisor suddenly told us not to leave and to stay in the Energy Research Institute. Master Rexol brought me here..."

“Poseidon City might be under attack.” Xia Zuo hugged her and patted her back to comfort her. “It’s okay, we’re safe here. We’ll go out in a few days when things calm down. Time passes quickly once you enter deep meditation.”

After comforting Anruer and waiting for her to enter a deep meditation, Xia Zuo dimmed the lights in the room, lay down on the bed, and switched to the perspective of Servant No. 1.

Fortunately, I had arranged a Blood Element servant outside beforehand... otherwise, I would have really had to spend these next few days in deep meditation.

...

The city of Polis at night.

The shop signs next to the Porras Building.

Servant No. 1 peers into the building's underground parking garage exit.

One jeep after another drove out and split up at the street corner.

When Shazo revealed the plans for the Church of the Otherworld to Rexor this morning, he mentioned the location of the idiot Ufacas.

Of these jeeps heading to the surrounding towns, at least one was on its way to find Ufakas.

The roar of propellers spinning echoed through the sky.

A fleet of airships with flashing colored lights flew in.

Compared to helicopters and fighter jets, airships have a clear advantage.

It can hover in mid-air for a long time.

After arriving over the city, the airships dispersed and flew over various districts, with huge festive banners hanging from their pods, each surrounded by a ring of illuminated lights.

The citizens on the ground didn't seem to find this strange; it seems that this program has been a regular feature every year during the Winter Veil Festival.

The shops along the street are decorated with evergreen trees, red stripes, and twinkling light bulbs.

The residents coming and going seemed oblivious to anything unusual about their surroundings…

There were simply more police officers patrolling the streets than at any other time of year.

Xia Zuo gazed up at the airships in the night sky for a short while, unable to confirm for the time being whether they were civilian airships or disguised Federal Air Force aircraft.

A jeep with its headlights on drove past Servant Number 1.

After waiting for so long, Xia Zuo finally spotted the elemental puppet, which was sitting in the middle of the back seat of the jeep.

While the jeep slowed down to avoid pedestrians, Xia Zuo controlled Servant No. 1 to fly under the car and crawl into the gap in the rear bumper.

The jeep arrived in Dongcheng District and stopped in front of a 10-story building.

The action team members got out of the vehicle carrying energy-powered guns.

Xia Zuo manipulated his No. 1 servant to float brightly past the five opponents without them reacting at all. Feeling reassured, he had the No. 1 servant attach itself to the female team member's scarf.

He had already observed it last time.

The division of labor in this action team is similar to that of the 17th Action Team. The strongest man is the guardian, the one with a spirit pet is the scout, the oldest is the captain, and the only female member is the blessing master and the liaison.

The elemental golems, acting as support personnel for the team, should have been in the safest position.

However, in the Church of the Otherworldly Demons' plan, this elemental puppet has become the primary target.

Therefore, Xia Zuo chose female team members as his role models.

This way, one can observe the entire process while placing oneself in a relatively safe position, ensuring that one can escape at any time.

The action team joined up with a group of fully armed elite police officers.

Nearly 20 people surrounded the building.

The captain is confirming the operation plan with the officer with a three-star rating, while the team members remain on alert.

Xia Zuo took the opportunity to examine the elemental puppet up close.

You can't tell the difference between him and a real person just by looking at him; he's practically a 1:1 perfect replica.

The elemental puppet was taciturn, wearing a wide-brimmed hat and brown sunglasses. Its eyes glowed with a poison-sensing emerald light, its lips were thin, and its facial lines were taut. It had a completely aloof and unapproachable appearance, just like a stern-faced Xia Zuo.

The team members may not have known that their support personnel were not real people.

The towering guardian and the scout spoke for a moment, and then consulted the elemental golem.

The elemental puppet shocked Xia Zuo, who uttered a few words:

“If you can detain those outsiders, I have a way to check if they have been armed with limb-splitting weapons.”

The elemental golem patted the pocket of its trench coat. "I brought a set of portable field medical tools that can extract their blood samples on the spot and quickly identify them using a toxin sensor."

"Then it's up to you." The tall guardian placed his hand on the elemental golem's shoulder. "It's much more convenient with you here. You even saved our lives last time. Once this trouble is resolved, let's go have a good drink."

The elemental golem nodded without any change in its expression.

Xia Zuo secretly sighed, "Elemental representationalism is truly amazing."

The female team member, who hadn't spoken until now, fiddled with her communication ring a few times, then looked up and said:

"Guys, double-check the energy weapons and equipment. The rest of the teams are in position. We'll begin in 3 minutes."

She approached the captain, who was talking to the police officer, and told both of them the exact time of the operation.

After a brief preparation, the team leader counted down a few seconds to his watch, then swung his arm and led his team up the stairs.

The team made their way through the corridor illuminated by alchemical lamps and headed straight for a room on the 7th floor.

No one answered the door despite repeated knocking.

The guardian pulled a heavy metal hammer from his alchemy pouch, smashed the lock twice with a bang, and kicked the door open with his right foot.

The room was pitch black, with a dark bloodstain scattered on the wooden floor, stretching from the rotting, smelly kitchen into the tightly closed bedroom.

The elemental golem raised a hand forward. "It's in that room. This guy's in bad shape. His alchemical suit is ruptured. I'm sure there's something hidden inside it."

The guardian summoned a magical shield and walked in front, holding an energy submachine gun in one hand and aiming it at the bedroom door. He took several steps, each one heavier than the last, and suddenly accelerated as he approached the door.

"Bang!" The door was kicked open, and the door panel slammed against the wall with a loud crash.

The bedroom was pitch black, as if a dark room was lingering around it.

The captain took out his smoking metal case and simultaneously released a light spell.

"Hiss..." The female team member gasped softly.

The scene before them was extremely bizarre to the people living in the Federation.

Lying on the blood-soaked bed was a figure twisted into a pretzel shape; the curve of its chest barely suggested it was a woman.

Her right arm and two legs were emaciated, with bones covered by a layer of cracked skin.

Its head was so small it was only slightly larger than a fist, and its shrunken face was filled with terror, making it look like a large rat that had been stripped of its fur. Its eyes, looking at the group of people at the door, were full of pleading.

The only part of his body that was intact was his left arm.

But this also makes it strange.

The left arm was smooth and intact, with skin as white as snow, stretched out straight, fingertips pointing to the ceiling, and fingernails over ten centimeters long.

Under the illumination of the light spell, the shadow of the finger was cast on the wall, like a demonic claw.

A striking scarlet pattern was visible on the figure's left shoulder.

The lines on the bed seemed to contract and expand as if they were alive, drawing nourishment from the body like mouthparts; the blood on the bed was seeping out from these lines.

The elemental puppet removed its brown sunglasses, and the emerald light from its toxin-sensing sensor illuminated the figure on the bed. "Perform the removal surgery immediately; there's still a chance of survival. Captain, what do you think we should do?"

"You recognize this? I thought Starry Night Island was like ours and wouldn't teach this kind of thing," the captain asked.

Xia Zuo also had this question. Why did this elemental puppet not seem like a puppet? It was intelligent and knowledgeable, and even had research on alchemical bio-armor.

“When I was studying compound toxins, I learned some related content.” The elemental puppet pointed to the left arm of the figure on the bed. “She is still alive because the fluid in this alchemical suit contains a toxin with an anesthetic effect. Otherwise, the excruciating pain alone would make her wish she were dead.”

The elemental golem took a metal box out of its alchemy pocket, opened it in the corridor, and squatted down to fiddle with the bottles and jars inside.

“If we want to save her, we need to hurry.” The elemental golem stood up, shaking a green potion bottle. “This potion will put the alchemical suit into a short-term dormant state. During this time, the anesthetic effect will dissipate quickly. We have a maximum of 3 minutes to remove this alchemical suit arm.”

“Even doing this doesn’t guarantee success.” Ignoring the despair on the figure’s face, the elemental golem pointed to the fingernail on the figure’s left arm. “That’s a sign that the alchemical implant has completely ruptured, and the contents are about to break through the implant’s seal. In other words, we will be attacked halfway through the removal surgery.”

Xia Zuo was stunned. If someone really said that this elemental puppet was created in imitation of him, who would believe it? They knew more than he, the real thing.