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Looking at the alarm bells that were blaring incessantly in the distance, Yarman slowly looked at the team members who were surrounding a huge steel coffin and trying to use various methods to break the surface of the coffin in an attempt to retrieve the Originium remnants of his clone. His expression was very complicated.

Watching someone rob your grave, and even having to help them at the scene, just feels...

"Sablin, don't look in our direction! Look outside and block anyone who might come!" The captain slowly lowered his longsword, glanced at the coffin lid he had hacked to pieces, and roared at Yarman, who was standing at ease not far away, holding his longsword and watching them like they were watching a monkey show.

Sablin? Who's Sablin... Oh, that's me!

Upon hearing this, Yarman turned around with a complicated expression, looking at the deep, dark underground level in front of him. He couldn't describe his feelings at that moment; it was just too strange.

"Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Bong! Clang! Sizzle~~~! Thump!"

After a series of chaotic noises resembling a forced demolition, the team finally managed to pry open the coffin lid of Yarman's clone. The extremely thick coffin lid, capable of withstanding high-speed land-based ship shells, was eventually pried open, and with a thud of metal hitting the ground, the broken coffin lid fell to the ground.

"Levitation!"

The think tank drew his staff and gently tapped the Originium inside the coffin, causing it to float in the air. With a casual wave of his hand, he stored all the Originium in his spatial ring. "Alright, the Light King's Originium corpse has been found!"

"Next, we need to find the immortal corpse of the Black Pharaoh. It's not far from here, but the burial place is a bit deep, a full three hundred meters below the surface, and the coffin is also much larger."

The captain looked at the collected Originium and nodded in satisfaction. "Let's go then! Sablin, let's go!"

“This…we might not be able to leave.” Yarman stood there, looking at the deep, abyss-like underground level before him, and said softly, “You’re too slow. The powerful figures from New Sicily City have already arrived!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a masked man dressed in black emerged slowly from the darkness, holding a head dripping blood in his left hand. The face that could be vaguely seen through his disheveled hair revealed the head's owner—a sniper!

Looking at the crowd, he casually threw his head on the ground, shook the still-dripping bloody dagger in his hand, and said coldly, "It's no need to explain to you... You're just another thief who stole the body of the Light King. However, it seems you've succeeded. You put the body of the Light King back in its original place and cut off your own arm. I'll spare your lives."

Looking at the cold and aloof assassin opposite them, no one moved. They just stood there. Then, a dark figure suddenly appeared behind him. The dark figure opened its blood-red maw and bit down hard on the assassin's neck!

It was a vampire; this darling of the shadows had somehow appeared behind the assassin and launched a sneak attack.

Feeling a gust of bloody wind rushing towards him, the assassin simply stood still, letting the vampire grab his shoulders, pull him into his arms, and sway that mouth full of fangs against his neck!

"Pfft! Sizzle~~~!"

In the vampire's ecstatic gaze, the fangs easily pierced the assassin's neck skin and penetrated his carotid artery. Instantly, a large amount of blood gushed from the wound, flowing freely.

Ignoring the vampire who had bitten him, the assassin simply stood there, offering no resistance whatsoever. His gaze was filled with contempt, as if he were looking down on the vampire.

Drinking the killer's blood, brimming with life and energy, the vampire was almost driven mad with joy. It was the first time he had ever tasted such sweet and vibrant blood, even more delicious than virgin blood.

Looking at the crazed vampire, Yarman closed his eyes slightly and mourned for him. This guy was doomed. The assassin in front of him was not a normal creature at all, but a Dream Realm creature that had completely completed the Dream Realm transformation!

In other words, what vampires are sucking is not blood at all, but an extremely high concentration of liquefied dream energy!

Just as the assassin and Yarman had predicted, the vampire quickly staggered back as if struck by lightning, his eyes filled with terror. He discovered that the blood he had inhaled was churning wildly!

That terrifying energy was frantically eroding his life force, completely erasing his vitality!

"Your blood... is poisonous! Uh... bong."

Watching the vampire slowly collapse to the ground, withered like a dried-up tree, the assassin smiled coldly and said icily, "How could a mere vampire like you possibly devour the power of the Dream Realm?"

"..."×6

Seeing the vampire who had sucked his blood to death, the captain's eyes were extremely solemn. He slowly looked at the think tank, and the two of them exchanged a glance and immediately reached a consensus - they would run away, and the others would cover the rear!

Seeing that the group remained motionless, the assassin gripped his short blade and slowly walked towards the three of them, his eyes practically radiating murderous intent.

Seeing this, the captain took out a pill from his spatial ring and swallowed it. Then he picked up his longsword and slashed at the vampire. At the same time, the think tank on the side also began to cast a spell.

The reason why the two took the initiative was simple: if they ran away first, the others would scatter like birds and beasts, and the assassins would come back to kill them. Only by getting the others to join the attack could they escape!

As for why they didn't try to fight back, given the opponent's momentum, it was obvious they couldn't win!

Seeing the blade energy flying towards him and the scorching fireball spell, the assassin remained calm. He had experienced countless battles like this in the Dream Realm.

A gleaming short blade flashed through the air, instantly slicing the fireball and its blade energy in two. At the same time, a surge of powerful Armament Haki bio-energy erupted, extinguishing the sparks flying everywhere from the shattered fireball, as if the fireball and blade energy had never existed!

"If that's all there is to it, then you will surely be buried with Lord Guang!"

The assassin walked towards the group as if taking a stroll, his only targets being the two opposite him. He didn't even bother to look at Yarman, Li Lin, Andrei, or the diamond meat shield.

Judging from their aura, they're all the kind of people who could be dealt with in one strike!

As the assassin watched the steel-diamond-like shield rushing towards him, a mocking glint flashed in his eyes. He gently extended his left hand and slammed the charging shield down in front of him!

"What's wrong? Can't wait to come up and die?" The assassin sneered at the bewildered tank, his short blade piercing through in an instant. In the horrified gazes of the group, the short blade pierced through the tank's steel-diamond defenses, tearing through his skin, muscles, and bones with unstoppable force, finally piercing his heart!

"Shh!"

The assassin casually shoved aside the motionless human shield and continued forward, a twisted, excited smile on his face. Gripping his short blade, he vanished from the spot in an instant!

The next second, he appeared next to the think tank. Looking at the panicked think tank beside him, he raised his short blade and stabbed it fiercely into the think tank's bare, pale neck!

"Whoosh! Clang!"

Yarman instantly drew his sword, knocking away the assassin's short blade. He couldn't let the assassin kill everyone; he couldn't really be like Jiang Ziya, fishing with a straight hook without bait, could he?

Chapter 247: In the end, he still went mad.

Seeing the astonished assassin, Yarman continued to wield his longsword, the burning sword energy forcibly forcing him back. He then kicked Li Lin, who had rushed forward to attack him, in two.

With a slight lift of his foot, the assassin crushed Li Lin's still convulsing head under his foot. Looking at Yarman opposite him, he said with some surprise, "I didn't expect that the person who saved him in the end would be you! It's really beyond my expectations. I thought it would be that martial artist with the knife."

Watching from the side, Yarman casually said, "I'm really sorry, this is beyond your expectations."

“It doesn’t matter, they’re all just going to die anyway,” the assassin said coldly, then continued his attack. This time, his target was Andre, who was not far away. Andre’s telekinesis was very annoying, always hindering him at crucial moments and causing his attacks to fail.

Seeing the assassin rushing towards him, Andrei screamed in panic, "Come help me! He's coming to kill me! You all... damn it, you bunch of bastards!"

The remaining three ran towards the gap not far away without prior agreement. The moment Andrei was targeted by the assassin, they all chose to abandon him, leaving him to cover their retreat while they escaped!

The captain and the think tank looked at Yarman, who was running alongside them, with surprise. They had planned to run away, but this guy had actually caught up with them!

"Don't even think about pushing me back to cover the rear. If you dare to push me, I guarantee I'll keep you tied up until that madman catches up!" Yarman said bluntly, seeing the murderous intent in the eyes of the two men.

He did indeed intend to do that. If the two dared to push him, he would have no choice but to kill the assassin and Andrei first, then completely break their spirits, turning them into idiots, and then continue the mission, completing it for them, and then controlling them to apply for return to fishing.

It's a bit of a hassle, but it's the only option; what else can we do?

Sensing Yarman's determination, the two exchanged a glance as they ran, deciding together to temporarily bring him into their camp and escape together to find the Black Pharaoh's corpse.

As for Andrei, he's already dead, a dead man, so there's no point in discussing him.

Under the relentless attacks of the assassins, Andrei sustained more and more injuries, and his telekinesis became increasingly sluggish, gradually failing to keep up with the assassins' movements. Large beads of sweat dripped from his forehead like rain.

Seeing the three people who had completely jumped out of the gap and left the underground level, a look of despair flashed in Andrei's eyes. It seemed that he was destined to die in the dark underground level of this mobile city today!

Just as he was thinking this, the assassin's attack intensified once again. The cold short blade flashed through the air like two clear, autumn winds, severing his two arms in an instant!

Andrei stood there stunned for several seconds before he realized that his hand had been chopped off. Before he could even scream, another cold glint of light flashed, and his neck was severed as well.

A round head flew helplessly through the air for a few seconds before falling heavily to the ground, its face still frozen with the shock and pain it had felt in life. Andrei, dead!

"Phew~~~~ It's over!"

The assassin looked around. The entire underground level was a mess from their battle. The once flat ground was now riddled with clearly visible craters, various knife marks and magical explosion marks were everywhere, along with congealed black blood, broken internal organs, and several severed heads.

He sheathed his short blade back into his waistband, picked up the heads that had fallen to the ground one by one, strung them together, carried them on his back, and slowly left the bloody underground slaughterhouse.

He didn't plan to chase after the three who had run away. It was clear that their target was the immortal body of the evil god—the Black Pharaoh—that was buried outside, so he was fine.

With the power of that evil god, these three small fry would probably have gone mad as soon as they dug out the coffin, their brains invaded by the leaked wisps of dreamlike evil energy.

"Forget it, never mind. Tell the city lord and let them worry about it themselves. My mission is complete: four tomb raiders' heads, plus one who died a gruesome death. That's enough!"

The cold sound echoed in the empty underground level, lingering for a long time.

The three who had successfully escaped the underground level stood outside the mobile city, sitting in the desert, panting heavily. The pressure from the assassins had been immense.

Faced with him, they were like defenseless feathered beasts, slaughtered at will.

After resting on the ground for a while, Yarman slowly stood up, looked at the two people in front of him, and said wearily, "So, should we still go and search for the Black Pharaoh's immortal body?"

"...Find them! Of course we have to find them!" The captain thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said. This time, the entire squad was gone. If they still couldn't complete the mission, they would truly lose everything!

Seeing that the captain was determined to find the Black Pharaoh's immortal body, Yarman sighed helplessly. He hugged his longsword and said calmly, "Then let's set off!" As he spoke, he looked at the think tank.

The think tank member sat on the ground, thought for a moment, then stood up and pointed in one direction. "Let's head that way!"

The three walked slowly into the distance. Yarman, who was at the back, looked at the two in front of him and sighed slightly. He felt that he would probably have to complete the rest of the task this time.

He had just checked the condition of the Black Pharaoh's divine body and found it was not good. The Black Pharaoh seemed to be raising a poisonous insect. The dreamlike energy contained in that physical corpse was too terrifying. If it were to erupt completely, not only would this half of the shipping route be ruined, but New Sicily City would have to be rebuilt all over again.

He couldn't figure out what the Black Pharaoh was up to, after all, he was just a spiritual clone, and he was parasitizing someone else's body. Moreover, the methods the Black Pharaoh used seemed to come from his hometown.

But no matter what, the two people in front of him are probably going to die. Judging from their appearance, they don't seem capable of withstanding the Black Pharaoh's leaked evil energy, but the two of them are going to take away the Black Pharaoh's divine body.

Soon, the three arrived at the burial site of the Black Pharaoh's coffin. Dig down 300 meters and you'll find the Black Pharaoh's coffin.

Standing in the desert, Yarman felt even more helpless. He had just dug up his own grave, and now he had to dig up the Black Pharaoh's grave. He never imagined that he would become a tomb raider.

"Alright, stop standing there, let's start digging!" The captain glanced at the two men, picked up his long sword, and began frantically hacking at the desert beneath him, quickly carving out a deep pit.

The two exchanged a glance and began to help. The 300-meter depth seemed nonexistent to them, and they quickly completed the excavation. Just as the three were laughing at the black coffin beneath their feet, an unexpected event occurred.

Invisible streams of evil energy emanating from the Black Pharaoh's coffin instantly seeped into the three people's bodies. Just like the vampires, the two of them collapsed to the ground, their bodies convulsing.

Seeing his two teammates become useless in just a few seconds, Yalman sighed helplessly. In the end, he still had to clean up the mess and complete the mission.

In the end, he became like Jiang Ziya, fishing with a straight hook.

Chapter 248: Scientist's Decoy

"Sigh, look at the mess this has made!" Yarman looked at the two people opposite him who were lying on the ground, crying and laughing, constantly contorting themselves into strange positions, and shook his head helplessly.

He stepped forward, picked up the two of them, and casually tossed them into the air, directly out of the hole. Yarman looked at the huge black coffin at his feet, which was constantly emitting Dream Energy. He slowly squatted down, placed his hand on the coffin lid, and instantly put it into his spatial ring. Then he also left the hole.

Standing beside the large hole, Yarman kicked away his two crazed teammates. He looked down at his watch, saw the "mission completed" message, and smiled with satisfaction. "That should be enough. Sigh, now it's just a matter of submitting the mission and waiting for that so-called Lord of Reincarnation to descend."

With a casual cast of a binding spell, Yarman imprisoned his two "teammates" in place. He then clicked "Submit Quest" and stood quietly, looking at the sky. According to the memories he inherited, they would be taken away by the Lord of Reincarnation within one minute of submitting the quest.

As for how they were taken away, they didn't know and couldn't understand.

Standing still, Yarman carefully sensed the surrounding space-time. He also wanted to see how the Lord of Reincarnation would get rid of them, and whether the other party could still break through the world barrier guarded by Mostima, and if so, in what way.

"Twenty seconds left, will we not be able to get in?" Yarman muttered with doubt and anxiety as he looked at the countdown on his watch. He hoped that the other side wouldn't be able to get in and would just give up on the Reincarnator team.

If that's the case, he'll be in trouble. He'll have made a fool of himself!

Standing there, Yarman looked at the sky, muttering nervously, "Only ten seconds left! Should we come or not? Should we ask Mo to pull some strings and let him in..."

Before he finished speaking, a seven-colored divine light descended from the sky and shone on the three of them. Yarman, who was in the middle of it, felt a blur before his eyes, and the space-time around him began to distort rapidly. His body was being assimilated by the divine light and merged with its energy, and was being transported away little by little along the divine light.

At this critical moment, Yarman imprinted the positioning mark he had prepared into the divine light, threw all the spatial rings he had collected on his body out of the divine light, and then decisively detonated himself.

"Bong!"

After a deafening explosion, the three bodies, which had been transformed into demigod light, were instantly blasted into fragments. At the same time, the divine light, along with the last thing it uploaded, disappeared into thin air.

As the smoke cleared, only a few spatial rings and a charred crater remained on the wasteland.

A few minutes later, a figure suddenly appeared beside the pit, picked up the spatial ring on the ground, took out the Black Pharaoh's coffin from it, put it back into the pit not far away, buried it, took out a pile of highly radioactive source stones, threw them on the ground, and then disappeared into thin air.

More than ten minutes later, a group of elite soldiers dressed in black heavy armor arrived at the pit in a military vehicle. They ignored the large pile of Originium in front of them and first used instruments to check the location of the pit. Only after confirming that the Black Pharaoh's coffin was still underground did they begin to clean up the pile of Originium.

After putting all the Originium back into the sealed container, the soldiers cleaned up the scene and then boarded the military vehicle again, heading towards the nearby city of New Sicily.

Although they didn't know why the location of the thieves suddenly exploded and then they all disappeared into thin air, it was obviously a good thing that they didn't encounter them. They weren't afraid of death, but they didn't want to die either.

…………

Dreamland, Emperor of Life, Laboratory.

Looking at the pile of spatial rings sent over by his clan, Yarman beckoned to Vegapunk not far away, "Come on, come and take a look. These are the spatial magic creations of those outsiders."

After quickly washing his hands, Vegapunk slowly walked forward. Looking at the spatial ring that appeared to be made of white jade, he was about to pick it up and examine it when he suddenly stopped. "Have you taken the contents out?"

"It's already been taken out."

After receiving an affirmative answer, he carefully picked up one of them. The style of the ring in front of him was very similar to that of the cultivation world, especially the magical artifact made of white jade, which he had only seen in the cultivation world.

He tried to inject energy and looked at the space inside with some surprise, but quickly put it down. "This is not fundamentally different from our spatial magic creations. There's nothing new about it."

“That’s true. Of all these, this is the one I’m most interested in.” Yarman elegantly took a book from the tall stack of books beside him and placed it on the table. “Take a look.”

"Oh, let me see... the Yin-Yang Union Technique?"

"Huh? [Leytanian profanity]! You took the wrong one!" Yarman awkwardly tossed the book aside, flipped through the pile of books, took one out, checked it several times, and placed it on the table. "That's right, this is it, the Five Elements Gathering Qi Technique!"

Upon hearing the name, Vegapunk frowned. He had some knowledge of internal energy martial arts and cultivation techniques in the world of immortality, and this name sounded like a basic technique, so basic that it could only be used to enlighten children.

"Is there anything particularly special about this technique?" Vegapunk asked slowly, looking at Yarman in front of him. He felt that he couldn't just casually pull out a book to play with.

Looking at Vegapunk, Yarman nodded in satisfaction. He opened the book in front of him, pointed to the contents, and said, "Take a closer look at this manual and you'll see. The contents have absolutely nothing to do with internal energy martial arts or immortal cultivation. This is a completely new introductory manual for the internal energy martial arts system!"

"Most importantly, I also found the practitioner of this cultivation technique. He is the leader of the outsiders who came to our world this time. His strength is not bad. Just by mastering this thing, he can punch through the structure layer of the mobile city and wield a long sword to cut out sword energy dozens of meters long!"