Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1313 - 826: Lanci and Tolyado’s Enthusiastic Crowd_3

"Nikola, I swear I will kill you!!"

Maquiel fought valiantly, unyielding despite being surrounded by layers of Magic Agents.

As time passed, he grew increasingly suffocated in the battle.

Red Falcon Nikola and his agents coordinated seamlessly, their defensive layers limiting Maquiel's movements more and more, making both defense and counterattack feel nearly impossible.

Maquiel gritted his teeth, desperately trying to find a breakthrough, but wherever his gaze landed, there were only the dark muzzles of combatants and the barriers formed by Magic Instruments.

A burst of silver light flashed past and, in the blink of an eye, submerged into the team assaulting Maquiel.

Before anyone could react, the eerie liquid metal rampaged wildly among the Operations Division personnel like a feral beast unleashed.

Blood-curdling screams echoed continuously, and blood splattered across the iron walls of the shipping container.

The attacked agents resembled chunks bitten off a cake, their bodies and lower limbs vanishing abruptly, leaving behind only lifeless, mutilated torsos.

The other agents who managed to react only suffered minor injuries.

"Defend, take cover!"

Ni Hongsun Gula shouted harshly, his expression alarmed and horrified.

The agents quickly retreated, creating distance from the terrifying silver liquid, each adopting a vigilant stance.

The Magic Instruments in their hands flickered ominously, illuminating the blood-soaked arena.

Maquiel, equally shocked, soon broke into manic laughter.

Footsteps echoed from the other end of the container.

As he turned to look, a figure robed in silver-white ceremonial attire emerged, walking slowly, followed by several similarly dressed Grand Priests.

He stood there, raising a single finger to control the silver Alchemical beast, draped in a long, pure white robe, resembling a divine yet sinister statue. That pure whiteness was no symbol of innocence but rather an almost unhealthy pallor, akin to the shade of death itself.

A string of black jade beads hung around his neck, each bead seeming alive, gently swaying against his chest and emitting faint clicking sounds. The silver rod in his hand resembled the spine of a serpent, curling upward, with a crow spreading its wings perched at the top.

His robe trailed behind him, carving a long trace across the snow-covered ground.

"Nikola, can you feel it? This chill—it's the prelude to your burial today."

He spoke, his voice deep and melodic, like the tolling of a midnight bell, tinged with a subtle allure,

"I heard you've been looking for me. Well, I've come to meet you today."

With the arrival of this group, the air turned dense and heavy, as if breathing carried the acidic tang of poisoned rain.

The combatants under the Empire's Special Operations Department instinctively sensed danger, and the squad leader's combat goggles displayed identification information for the silver liquid lifeform from earlier—

[Corrosive Splitting Beast]

[Category: Call Card]

[Grade: Orange Epic]

[Attributes: Alchemy/Corrosion]

[Rank: 7]

[Effect: Immunity to 90% physical attacks. Contact attacks or being touched cause a devouring effect on living targets, producing smaller split entities for one hour of duration.]

[Remark: Merge with me, and you shall be reborn.]

"Rotten Saint Son Montiluo..."

The squad leader's pupils contracted sharply, his face becoming grim and terrifyingly dark.

As one of Nikola's subordinates tracking recent murder cases within the Operations Division, he was all too familiar with this figure.

Evil cult Rebirth Church—an infamous outlaw long wanted on the Empire's bounty list—had brazenly shown up on the day of the Moon Goddess festival.

"So, you're all in collusion after all."

Red Falcon Nikola stared at the scene unfolding before him, his icy eyes infused with a mix of fury.

He had pursued the Corrosion Branch for ages, and clearly, their agenda wasn't merely to seek revenge on the Empire's Special Operations Department.

The true objective of the Corrosion Branch today was clear: rescue Maquiel, and while they were at it, massacre them all.

"Red Falcon, are you happy to see me?"

Rotten Saint Son Montiluo's mouth stretched into an almost unnatural grin.

His pale fingers gave a slight wave, and the silver liquid on the ground gathered and squirmed, spitting out a split entity roughly half a torso in size—bearing precisely the face of the combatant devoured earlier.

"Do not resist. Surrender. Embrace the comfort of death and attain eternal peace."

Montiluo extended his arms, wearing a half-smiling expression.

Behind him, the Grand Priests also prepared themselves for exterminating the Operations Division.

"..."

Red Falcon Nikola did not panic; he slowly scanned the surroundings, the scars and exhaustion left by the battle clearly visible. freёwebnoѵel.com

"Between you and me, you don't get to decide how this ends."

Nikola said coldly, as the elite Magic Agents assumed a combat-ready formation, aiming their weapons at the fanatical believers of the Rebirth Church.

Maquiel's destiny had become irrelevant at this moment.

Defending the Empire's dignity and dismantling the abyss of conspiracy was now the ultimate priority.

"Maquiel, stand up."

Rotten Saint Son Montiluo commanded, and the silver Alchemical beast charged madly toward the Imperial agents.

"Finally, it's here."

Maquiel wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up, and grinned at Red Falcon Nikola.

However arrogant this group had been earlier, their despair would soon be equal in measure.

Pitifully, the Operations Division agents wouldn't even have the chance to witness the true terror lurking deep within the Empire today.

Blind loyalty would only lead to an ignorant demise!

The roar of heavy firearms erupted, smoke billowed, and chaos engulfed the entire dock.

With Montiluo's entry into the fray, the battle took a dramatic turn.

This cult leader seemed to bring with him a raging inferno, igniting the frenzy of Rebirth Church's believers.

They screamed, brandished their weapons high, and, like a pack of bloodthirsty beasts, lunged toward the Imperial agents.