Mystery Paradise: Wishing Power Demon-Chapter 239 - 238 Descending from the Sky

Chapter 239: Chapter 238: Descending from the Sky!

Chapter 239 -238: Descending from the Sky!

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“Just signing my name will do? How should I pay you?” Frey pondered seriously over this issue.

“I have my ways for that, you don’t need to worry,” Chaoyang urged quickly, “Hurry up, nobody knows what’s going on in the main tower right now, the longer we waste, the more danger the Angels are in.”

The three of them didn’t haggle any further and each signed their name.

After all, in their opinion, such a contract was nothing more than a piece of paper lacking in binding power, signing wouldn’t cause them any loss, while the powerful weapons were very real and tangible.

As soon as Chaoyang put the paper into his chest, it turned into a wisp of green smoke.

The contract was established.

Having haphazardly moved the weapons, they then prepared to head for the castle’s main gate.

“Aren’t you coming with us?” Blan asked.

“I’ll follow after I ensure our retreat is safe, you go first.”

“Alright, then have you seen an Angel named Ailuodi?”

“The short one? I have an impression,” Chaoyang deliberately spoke in a vague tone, “Unfortunately, I am not an Angel, and only their own kind are qualified to participate in their gatherings.”

“Thanks,” Blan nodded, leading the others away.

Only after watching them enter the castle did Chaoyang drive the car back to the side of the castle. After confirming there were no signs of any living people around, he made it completely vanish.

Chaoyang then concentrated his mind once more, beginning to replicate another item.

A vehicle that could help him leap over the castle walls, reaching the open courtyard in the center.

…

“So the boss was right when she said there were other Angels in this world,” Blan, carrying a fully-automatic flamethrower at the front, commented, “Why didn’t she just tell us that we came here to meet other Angels? Instead, she used that kind benefactor of ours as a shield.”

“I trust Ailuodi, she must have her reasons,” Xi Er, who was at the very back of the team, keeping the less combat-savvy Frey in the middle, responded, “Or could it be that the one she really fancies is actually an Angel?”

“I think both of you are overthinking it,” Frey pouted, “Haven’t you noticed? Actually, the boss doesn’t like socializing at all. She just thinks this matter isn’t important, too lazy to mention it, that’s all.”

“Actually, no matter what, I find that man we just met to be quite odd,” Xi Er changed the subject, “Indeed,” Blan agreed, “visiting such a luxurious manor, driving a military jeep is one thing, but carrying a large amount of dangerous weaponry! If it weren’t for the real monsters showing up in this cursed place, I’d definitely treat him like a terrorist.”

“But he saved our lives, that alone shows he’s not a bad person,” Frey defended, “There are very few people in this world who are willing to risk their lives for strangers.”

“The odd thing I’m talking about isn’t that, but his voice,” Xi Er spoke with a puzzled expression, “I always feel like I’ve heard it before at the base.”

“That must be your imagination, right? Among us, the only Asian is Miss Qing,” Blan countered.

“He’s not a member of Skeleton Hand, but I heard it from Ailuodi’s phone call,” Xi Er shook his head, “That day she was making a call outside the base and I happened to pass behind her…”

“If that’s the case, it’s even better, because it means he really does know our boss. Focus, we are entering the hall,” Blan said as he pushed open the half-closed solid wood door, and a strong scent of blood assaulted their nostrils instantly.

“How terrible…” Frey murmured.

The other two also shared the same sentiment. Inside the lobby, seven or eight bodies, each bisected, were sprawled across the floor. Some had not died immediately when they were cut apart, the long trails of blood behind them testified to their desperate yearning to live. The still warm blood slowly seeped into the crevices between the stone tiles, outlining a series of crimson grids on the marble-decorated area.

“These people are beyond saving, let’s move on,” Blan said calmly.

As someone who had grown up in the slums and a member of the Skeleton Hand’s action team, he was all too accustomed to such bloody scenes. It was the sharp contrast of the blood and flesh with the opulent hotel-style lobby that made the sight more visually striking. If the same scene were transposed to the filthy alleys of the lower city, it would hardly draw any attention.

Past the lobby was a large indoor sports arena, the floor marked with many bloody footprints. It was clear that a good number of survivors from the lobby had fled in this direction.

“Shush,” Blan gestured for silence.

On the basketball court, two monsters lingered, their backs turned to the lobby direction, slowly moving as if trying to regroup with the main force.

Blan was not about to let this opportunity slip by.

Anxious to reach the main building, he had no time to tangle slowly with enemies. Handing his shotgun to Frey to hold, he took down the nozzle of the Flamethrower he carried on his back, then dropped to the ground and, adopting a prone shooting position, he pulled the trigger at the two monsters.

Viscous, oil-like fuel spewed out of the nozzle with a ‘pff’, turning into a ball of orange-red flames upon contact with the air! When it hit the targets, the monsters were immediately set ablaze, turning into moving pillars of fire!

Blan applied the same treatment to the other target.

Only then did the monsters belatedly turn around, trying to approach the trio. But the flames burned quickly; their remaining clothes were incinerated in an instant, followed by the charring and peeling of their skin, then their fat and muscles. They hadn’t taken many steps before their legs completely lost strength, snapping and collapsing with a thud.

“This thing feels pretty good,” he whistled softly, “wonder which country made it.”

After putting away their weapons, the trio continued forward, passing through the sports field to reach a vast atrium garden. Beyond the eaves, the towering main tower seemed to be not far off.

But the problem was that there were many more monsters here, behind rockeries, among the shadows of trees, by the edges of water features… Everywhere, one could see shaking strips of black cloth. Conservatively estimated, there were more than fifteen.

Moreover, the environment here was complex, with flammable materials everywhere, so the Flamethrower was not suitable for combat—if the fire spread to the castle and caused a fire, ten Skeleton Hands would not be enough to cover the damages.

“We’ll have to take them head-on,” Blan waved backwards at his companions, “Xi Er!”

“Leave it to me,” the latter skillfully unlocked the safety of his RPG and fired a high-explosive grenade at the three monsters behind the rockery. In an instant, the courtyard shook as the rockery was blown to smithereens, along with the pot-planted monster beside it!

The blast was like a thunderclap, immediately drawing the attention of all the enemies.

No longer mindlessly moving toward the main tower, they turned around and slowly walked towards Blan and his partners.

Blan and Frey also took the opportunity to set up the machine gun and opened fire on the monsters furiously!

For a moment, the atrium garden was in chaos!

Suddenly, Blan heard a succession of strange throbbing noises during the intervals of machine-gun fire, somewhat reminiscent of the sound of rotors stirring the air.

“Is this… a helicopter?” he released the trigger and looked up to the sky.

Could it be that M City’s police had arrived?

But what he saw left Blan dumbfounded—it was a flying tricycle!

To call it an aircraft would be rather generous; it was less than a hundred-year-old biplane and more like a cheap tricycle that someone had jammed a propeller on.

What surprised him even more was that the person sitting on it wasn’t someone else—it was the same young man who had lent them weapons earlier!