LIGHTNOVELONLINE The Reiki Era of the Powerful
Chapter 21 The boy appointed by the system
Chapter 21 The boy appointed by the system
Abley once thought it was very simple.
After the first strategic action team he was in entered the forest, they had captured dozens of pollutants one after another. Although they were all caught by their godlike captain and thrown into their care, they just ran behind the captain with a cage... …Not to mention this, in short, their team's record is still good.
Most of the pollutants they caught were mutated animals, such as rabbits with leopard tails, elk with human faces, and coyotes with horseshoes. Apart from their disgusting appearance, they seemed very similar to Ordinary animals are just as vulnerable—anyway, they shoot as soon as they open their mouths, and if one shot doesn't work, they shoot twice.
The previous actions were so smooth that they all slacked off.
They chased the team leader all the way, but sometimes they got lost without paying attention.
While trying to find the trace of the captain, they saw a figure wearing a uniform similar to them squatting in the mud, with his head bowed and his clothes a little tattered and messy, as if he had encountered some difficulty.
"Hey, buddy, are you in any trouble?" a teammate asked kindly.
The "person" in the quagmire slowly raised his head, but it was not a human figure, but a mutated pollutant.
It opened its mouth and said: "Mi rigardas la ardenon de la dioj."
That is the prayer of pollutants.
……
Abriel remembered that he raised his hand in class and asked the instructor: "Instructor, doesn't it mean that the mutation will start after hearing the prayer three times? Does it mean that as long as it is within three times, we still have a chance?"
The instructor gave him a deep look and said, "Yes, you still have a chance.
"But not a chance to fight back.
"It's an opportunity to wait for a miracle to come."
……
Waiting for...a miracle...?
Abel thought vaguely.
Only now did he understand the true meaning of this sentence.
Before today, he and his teammates even laughed at the instructor behind their backs, and laughed at the unknown Blackstone Research Institute.
Although the requirements when recruiting them were "to fight against extraordinary creatures" and "to fight against pollutants", in fact, when he graduated from the training camp, he discovered that the people here had never faced those things at all, and the tasks they usually performed Most of them are catching liars / catching tricksters / catching PS...
Over time, even Abulie believed the hot post on the institute's intranet: Shocked!Our unknown behind-the-scenes big boss is actually a delusional psychopath, who has nothing to do and throws money for fun...
But reality hit him hard.
When the first prayer was rang, Abriel and his teammates had already screamed and fell to the ground in all directions, losing control of their bodies in pain.
When the second prayer sounded, Abril's consciousness was almost blurred, but fortunately it was interrupted suddenly, which gave him a chance to breathe.
When the third prayer sounded... Abre knew that he would never be able to last it to the end, so he shot with all his strength.
But, but he knew that there would be no next time.
When the pollutant once again stood up against his tattered body that seemed to be broken and fell to the ground at any time, Abre was on the verge of mutation.
And his companion was even worse than him, there were traces of dirty yellow hair on someone's bare wrist.
Abril was completely desperate.
Unkillable.
Mortals cannot kill pollutants.
No matter how many times you break it, it will come back to life again.
Miracle.
Will a miracle happen?
By the way, what about the foreign aid who interrupted the pollutant's second prayer?
Just as he was thinking this way, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw a dazzling pillar of fire descending from the sky, from top to bottom, and landed on Pollutant's head with a bang.
Although pollutants don't know whether they feel pain, they also know how to dodge when they are hurt.
It turned its head desperately, but the pillar of fire passed through the middle of its long neck, drying and scorching the fragile hard mud and rotten wood, breaking them apart, and the whole head fell to the ground with a plop.
Pollutant froze.
Although pollutants cannot be regarded as pure living organisms, they do have biological concepts of "head", "heart" and "vocal cord".
Although even if their heads are cut off, they can regenerate a more disgusting one from the stump, but before the regeneration is completed, their actions will be affected to some extent.
This can be regarded as one of the few weaknesses of pollutants.
Taking advantage of its stiff gap, a helicopter descended slowly and landed not far in front of Abril, and several people jumped off one after another.
But Abriel didn't even have the strength to look up, and only saw a few pairs of shoes dangling in the blurred field of vision.
Perhaps, this is a miracle?
Abrey thought.
But the next moment-
"Ah, it hurts! Miss Lin Ya, help me, I sprained my ankle!"
"Stupid Caroline, who told you not to walk properly and insisted on jumping out of the helicopter?"
"It's only one meter from the ground, I think I can do it!"
"Then why did you twist your foot?"
"Accidentally stepped on a rock..."
Abril: "..."
He wanted to take back his previous thoughts.
These people are naturally Yanlvge and his party.
Yan Lige hovered the helicopter in mid-air, and saw Lin Ya supporting the limping Caroline, standing opposite the muddy pollutants.
This thing looks disgusting when it's in the sky, but now it's even more disgusting to see it face to face.
Caroline opened her mouth and sprayed it with a mouthful of fire, which burned some of the hard mud on the surface of the polluted body and fell to the ground.
A few seconds later, she frowned and showed a disgusted expression: "It stinks. Why is it so stinky?"
Yan Luge said with an ugly face: "The pollutants already smell like feces and rotting corpses, but you also roasted them, which makes the smell even worse."
"Shut up! Why do you mention shit and corpses in front of ladies?!"
"But when I didn't tell you, you were baking it too."
"To shut up!!!"
The headless pollutant in the mud raised its legs.
It realized that the limbs that had been burned by the flame had completely lost contact with it and could not regenerate.
Reiki suppresses and purifies pollution.
The power of a transcendent can completely kill pollutants.
It realizes where the real enemy is.
Perhaps influenced by the instinct in life, the headless pollutant slowly turned its body, turned the "front" of its body to their direction, and lowered its body in a charging posture.
Lin Ya was so frightened that she took half a step back, but she remembered something, and mustered up her courage to shout: "That, plants, help me catch it!"
Snaking branches stretched out from the forest like vines, tying up the pollutants in the quagmire.
Caroline pinched her nose, holding back her disgust, opened her mouth and sprayed it again, carefully roasting it up and down like a suckling pig.
The residual limbs of the pollutants that were baked into charcoal black kept falling to the ground, but the pollution power contained inside had been exhausted by the aura, and would not be revived again.
(End of this chapter)
Abley once thought it was very simple.
After the first strategic action team he was in entered the forest, they had captured dozens of pollutants one after another. Although they were all caught by their godlike captain and thrown into their care, they just ran behind the captain with a cage... …Not to mention this, in short, their team's record is still good.
Most of the pollutants they caught were mutated animals, such as rabbits with leopard tails, elk with human faces, and coyotes with horseshoes. Apart from their disgusting appearance, they seemed very similar to Ordinary animals are just as vulnerable—anyway, they shoot as soon as they open their mouths, and if one shot doesn't work, they shoot twice.
The previous actions were so smooth that they all slacked off.
They chased the team leader all the way, but sometimes they got lost without paying attention.
While trying to find the trace of the captain, they saw a figure wearing a uniform similar to them squatting in the mud, with his head bowed and his clothes a little tattered and messy, as if he had encountered some difficulty.
"Hey, buddy, are you in any trouble?" a teammate asked kindly.
The "person" in the quagmire slowly raised his head, but it was not a human figure, but a mutated pollutant.
It opened its mouth and said: "Mi rigardas la ardenon de la dioj."
That is the prayer of pollutants.
……
Abriel remembered that he raised his hand in class and asked the instructor: "Instructor, doesn't it mean that the mutation will start after hearing the prayer three times? Does it mean that as long as it is within three times, we still have a chance?"
The instructor gave him a deep look and said, "Yes, you still have a chance.
"But not a chance to fight back.
"It's an opportunity to wait for a miracle to come."
……
Waiting for...a miracle...?
Abel thought vaguely.
Only now did he understand the true meaning of this sentence.
Before today, he and his teammates even laughed at the instructor behind their backs, and laughed at the unknown Blackstone Research Institute.
Although the requirements when recruiting them were "to fight against extraordinary creatures" and "to fight against pollutants", in fact, when he graduated from the training camp, he discovered that the people here had never faced those things at all, and the tasks they usually performed Most of them are catching liars / catching tricksters / catching PS...
Over time, even Abulie believed the hot post on the institute's intranet: Shocked!Our unknown behind-the-scenes big boss is actually a delusional psychopath, who has nothing to do and throws money for fun...
But reality hit him hard.
When the first prayer was rang, Abriel and his teammates had already screamed and fell to the ground in all directions, losing control of their bodies in pain.
When the second prayer sounded, Abril's consciousness was almost blurred, but fortunately it was interrupted suddenly, which gave him a chance to breathe.
When the third prayer sounded... Abre knew that he would never be able to last it to the end, so he shot with all his strength.
But, but he knew that there would be no next time.
When the pollutant once again stood up against his tattered body that seemed to be broken and fell to the ground at any time, Abre was on the verge of mutation.
And his companion was even worse than him, there were traces of dirty yellow hair on someone's bare wrist.
Abril was completely desperate.
Unkillable.
Mortals cannot kill pollutants.
No matter how many times you break it, it will come back to life again.
Miracle.
Will a miracle happen?
By the way, what about the foreign aid who interrupted the pollutant's second prayer?
Just as he was thinking this way, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw a dazzling pillar of fire descending from the sky, from top to bottom, and landed on Pollutant's head with a bang.
Although pollutants don't know whether they feel pain, they also know how to dodge when they are hurt.
It turned its head desperately, but the pillar of fire passed through the middle of its long neck, drying and scorching the fragile hard mud and rotten wood, breaking them apart, and the whole head fell to the ground with a plop.
Pollutant froze.
Although pollutants cannot be regarded as pure living organisms, they do have biological concepts of "head", "heart" and "vocal cord".
Although even if their heads are cut off, they can regenerate a more disgusting one from the stump, but before the regeneration is completed, their actions will be affected to some extent.
This can be regarded as one of the few weaknesses of pollutants.
Taking advantage of its stiff gap, a helicopter descended slowly and landed not far in front of Abril, and several people jumped off one after another.
But Abriel didn't even have the strength to look up, and only saw a few pairs of shoes dangling in the blurred field of vision.
Perhaps, this is a miracle?
Abrey thought.
But the next moment-
"Ah, it hurts! Miss Lin Ya, help me, I sprained my ankle!"
"Stupid Caroline, who told you not to walk properly and insisted on jumping out of the helicopter?"
"It's only one meter from the ground, I think I can do it!"
"Then why did you twist your foot?"
"Accidentally stepped on a rock..."
Abril: "..."
He wanted to take back his previous thoughts.
These people are naturally Yanlvge and his party.
Yan Lige hovered the helicopter in mid-air, and saw Lin Ya supporting the limping Caroline, standing opposite the muddy pollutants.
This thing looks disgusting when it's in the sky, but now it's even more disgusting to see it face to face.
Caroline opened her mouth and sprayed it with a mouthful of fire, which burned some of the hard mud on the surface of the polluted body and fell to the ground.
A few seconds later, she frowned and showed a disgusted expression: "It stinks. Why is it so stinky?"
Yan Luge said with an ugly face: "The pollutants already smell like feces and rotting corpses, but you also roasted them, which makes the smell even worse."
"Shut up! Why do you mention shit and corpses in front of ladies?!"
"But when I didn't tell you, you were baking it too."
"To shut up!!!"
The headless pollutant in the mud raised its legs.
It realized that the limbs that had been burned by the flame had completely lost contact with it and could not regenerate.
Reiki suppresses and purifies pollution.
The power of a transcendent can completely kill pollutants.
It realizes where the real enemy is.
Perhaps influenced by the instinct in life, the headless pollutant slowly turned its body, turned the "front" of its body to their direction, and lowered its body in a charging posture.
Lin Ya was so frightened that she took half a step back, but she remembered something, and mustered up her courage to shout: "That, plants, help me catch it!"
Snaking branches stretched out from the forest like vines, tying up the pollutants in the quagmire.
Caroline pinched her nose, holding back her disgust, opened her mouth and sprayed it again, carefully roasting it up and down like a suckling pig.
The residual limbs of the pollutants that were baked into charcoal black kept falling to the ground, but the pollution power contained inside had been exhausted by the aura, and would not be revived again.
(End of this chapter)
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