Chapter 91 Pull from the Heavens <TOC> Chapter 93 Clash
Translator: SumTLMan
Pilate sat atop Aernir’s back, his expression extremely unsightly.
Beneath him, Aernir stepped on the carcass of a water deer, its large mouth filled with tentacles gnawing at the prey.
In the evil bloodworm’s sense of smell, the scent of the target’s blood abruptly vanished into thin air.
Since their flying altitude was limited, the target’s fresh blood scent had exceeded their flight limit.
“A flying psychic creature capable of carrying humans.”
Pilate clenched his teeth as he spoke.
Even as a bishop, the Soul Sect did not have the resources to directly allocate a flying psychic creature to him.
The power of the blood owls was too weak to lift an adult.
“What should we do, Bishop?”
Clement asked cautiously.
Pilate fell silent for a moment, his body suddenly swelling dramatically, cheekbones jutting forward, coarse black hair piercing his skin, and his tailored suit torn into shreds.
A pair of bat wings stretched out from his back, along with a terrifying long tail that swayed.
Pilate transformed directly into a Beast of Darkness, his body ablaze with pale flames, exuding a terrifying aura.
“Did you think that by flying into the sky, I wouldn’t be able to catch you?”
Pilate opened his large, jagged-toothed mouth, his voice now deep and resonant. He had cultivated the star-leveled Beast of Darkness’s holy relic to the moon level, allowing him to directly transform into a Beast of Darkness.
In the form of a Beast of Darkness, he was virtually a human-conscious Beast of Darkness, except for the absence of a dark membrane.
Grasping a scimitar, Pilate swayed his long tail, seized Clement’s neck, and took to the air.
Although Beast of Darknesss could fly, they mostly remained at low altitudes. He needed to continuously consume psychic power to fly at high altitudes.
“Did the evil bloodworm catch the target’s scent?”
He directly climbed to a controlled height of hundreds of meters and asked Clement.
Clement glanced at the giant wolf Aernir below, which had become the size of an ant, and carefully held a evil bloodworm in his hands.
“The evil bloodworms have caught the scent of its target again, but it needs to ascend higher to track with greater precision.”
Pilate vigorously flapped the pair of bat-like wings on his back, climbing to a higher altitude.
The fierce winds at high altitudes made it nearly impossible for Clement to open his eyes.
Pilate revealed a sinister grin and accelerated his flight directly. He was confident that he could capture the two heretics before his psychic energy was depleted.
Perhaps he could even capture the formidable psychic bird of prey.
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Ten Pine Farm, this farm was built near a deep well, irrigating crops with low-radiation water pumped from hundreds of meters underground.
This was a common practice for small farms and settlements, unable to afford the high cost of electricity, they tried to obtain clean water sources in this manner.
But this medium-sized farm was not established for that reason. With over 200 workers, the crops cultivated at Ten Pine Farm could feed more than 4,000 people.
The farm was not built by the Mohanedi River to avoid attention, especially from the scrutiny of the United Agricultural Production Association.
The United Agricultural Production Association was a giant syndicate-style monopoly organization formed by large-scale agricultural production companies from various states.
It regulated the annual output and varieties of farms in each state, and engaged in unified procurement, processing, and sales, maintaining a stable high price for grains.
Their armed forces and control over farms were far stronger than the security officers in Avonigarda Province. If Ten Pine Farm were built by the Mohanendi River, transporting crops to other Soul Sect strongholds would require permission from the United Agricultural Production Association.
Otherwise, the security contractors under the Association would burn the entire farm the next day.
Although the Soul Sect was a major organization, it was incomparable to the Agricultural Association, which practically monopolized the entire Xindu Federation’s agricultural production.
The farm was surrounded by tall barbed wire fences, and expressionless armed guards stood at their posts, monitoring the surroundings.
Through correspondence from the Institute, Li Mu confirmed that there was at least one Level 4 official within Ten Pine Farm.
He wore an MP-9 armor stolen from Nomu, a military-grade urban combat ceramic armor, and carried the Blade of Annihilation on his arm. These people were perfect for testing the sharpness of this blade.
After completing his energy cultivation, he could now easily ignore the weight of this heavy armor.
Clad in a forty-kilogram suit, he still moved with exceptional agility.
He retrieved a rocket launcher from the Exile Realm and aimed it at the farm’s watchtower.
The heavy machine gun mounted above, if hit continuously, would still pose a threat to his ceramic armor.
“Boom!”
The high-explosive warhead detonated directly on the watchtower, obliterating the wooden structure along with the sentry and the machine gun above.
Li Mu summoned the massive horse, Dao Li, from the Exile Realm and swiftly mounted it.
Dao Li galloped away, its powerful muscles swelling and contracting dramatically, propelling its enormous and heavy body with incredible speed.
It was as if it were treading on the wind.
The armed men in the farm stared in terror at the colossal creature; they hadn’t yet recovered from the sudden explosion when the massive psychic being charged right up to them.
The cultist shouted harshly, rallying his subordinates to retaliate.
Sporadic gunfire rang out, but ordinary assault rifle bullets merely left minor flesh wounds on Dao Li’s body, inflicting negligible damage.
Li Mu raised the Blade of Annihilation, with scorching black flames burning fiercely along the edge.
He employed the Hidden Bone technique and swung the blade.
The flames of annihilation transformed into a devastating sword aura, obliterating the entangled barbed wire fence before him.
Two armed cultists standing behind the fence let out a shrill scream, incinerated by the high-temperature sword aura, leaving nothing but two dark shadows on the ground.
Without any specific command from Li Mu, Dao Li reared up and charged towards the armed cultists.
The leader commanding these armed cultists gripped a curved blade, his eyes wide in terror at the approaching knight.
The roaring flames of annihilation behind the knight had not yet subsided, and swathes of steel wire were heated red and melting, emitting plumes of blue smoke, making him look like a demon emerging from hell.
The cultist mustered his scant courage, raised his curved blade, and prepared for the imminent impact.
The armed cultists behind him wished they could empty their magazines in an instant.
“Boom!”
Li Mu rode the enormous steed, crashing into the crowd like a heavy hammer.