Who says the Magic Cyber ​​Police can't overthrow the Heavenly Gang?

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After a burst of sounds of battle, Latis's voice came from within the black mist:

"Haha, luckily I'm a cut above the rest! Brother Suo, look for the necromancer's trail, I can handle this!"

"Alright!" Torso took a deep breath, suppressing the tension in his heart, and chose to trust Latis. He controlled the last bit of magic power in his body, twisting it into several small gusts of wind, and then slowly channeled them out of his body. With his exhale, the winds nimbly disappeared into the black mist.

The wind carefully dodged the surging necromantic power, darting away in all directions.

Is it down the hillside...?

Torso closed his eyes and focused his attention on the wind rushing down the mountain. The wind was blowing against the current and gradually approaching the clearing below the hillside... He slowed down the movement and began to explore in a zigzag pattern.

Suddenly, a sharp claw came straight at the wind, piercing it instantly. After a jolt, the wind dissipated.

A bead of sweat slid down Torso's forehead. His attention wavered for half a second before he immediately followed the rest of the wind.

"No, not there... That undead was just lurking on the periphery, not guarding anyone..."

Another gust of wind began to drift towards the side of the hillside. Because there were several houses here, the wind channels were intricate and difficult to perceive. Fortunately, as the wind approached, the perception gradually became clearer.

"The shape of a hoe, and a shovel—this must be a farmer's house…not here. Is this a saddle? Looks like this must be the innkeeper's house…not here either."

Torso's chin was beaded with sweat, but he paid no heed, continuing to control the wind as he pushed forward.

"The gate, dried fruit..."

"hiss!"

The protective array suddenly fluctuated, and the entire shield instantly shrank by several inches. Torso, who was standing on the edge, was awakened by the sudden pain. He took two steps back, not having time to pay attention to his slightly corroded skin, and immediately turned his attention to the other wind forces that were waiting.

"It's there! It's right there!"

More than ten tightly twisted gusts of wind, like swooping petrels, darted through the surging necromantic energy, unafraid to collide with the necromantic claws, fearlessly merging into the torrent of the giant waves. They passed over the battle-stricken Latis, and penetrated the complex wind tunnels between the houses, dissipating one by one amidst the obstacles, until…

"found it!"

Torso opened his eyes; his face was almost completely obscured by sweat, but he paid no heed to this trivial matter, bursting into hearty laughter and shouting:

"Brother La, at twelve o'clock, there are no forks in the road, no bends, just charge straight in!"

"it is good!"

Latis kicked aside the undead beside him, swung his Gale Sword fiercely, roared, and poured the remaining magic power into the "Step Forward Slash" magic combat technique like a flood.

His body began to accelerate, accelerate, and accelerate again, as the magic combat technique gained momentum! Until he transformed into a swift gust of wind, his figure could no longer be seen!

All the undead that were waiting for an opportunity suddenly lost their offensive. Realizing where he was going, they were shocked and chased after him relentlessly, only to find themselves in vain, becoming a sad question mark that could never catch up with him on his sliding path.

"The Happy Wind Man is here!"

Latis shouted loudly, like a sharp sword, piercing through the gate, through the walls, through all the undead blocking his way, and looked at the necromancer hiding there.

"Damn it, you've even started drinking!!"

Seeing the necromancer, his face contorted in despair, a bottle dangling from his mouth and wine spilling from his body, Latiston flew into a rage. His hair stood on end in the wind as he roared:

"You bastard, I've brought someone here to take your head!"

A familiar impulse from his memories made him forcefully shoot the Gale Sword out, instantly piercing the necromancer's head. Then, he used his hands and feet simultaneously, like a griffin hunting its prey, to viciously stab the necromancer's body.

"Griffin-style aerial slam! Die, you idiot!"

The necromancer's body was pulled into the air like a rag doll. Latis drew his Windblade, placed the hilt against his waist, glared angrily, and suddenly thrust his waist forward, creating an afterimage!

In the few seconds it took for the necromancer to fall to the ground, he unleashed hundreds of sword strikes with a skill that Torso could never hope to match in his entire life, turning the necromancer into a pile of mangled flesh.

"Huh, huh..."

Latis knelt on the ground, sword in hand, sweat pouring down his face. After a long and intense battle with the undead, followed by a brief transformation into an ultimate sports car engine, even someone as strong as Latis couldn't help but feel a bit tired.

"Ah...kidney deficiency always occurs after overwork..."

He exhaled and sat down on the ground. Suddenly, his ears twitched, and he frowned as he looked at the Fiery Dagger Mage on the ground.

Among a pile of mage fragments, there seemed to be something that looked like a vocal cord vibrating. Latis scratched his head, moved a little closer, and heard a faint sound coming from it.

“...I am Norard...an unparalleled genius...the number one necromancer, ha...the necromancer..."

"What the hell?" Latis couldn't help but mutter.

The voice from the mage fragments gradually faded away, and as the necromancer's original body died, his soul, which had been stirring up necromancy outside, also lost its activity. Almost at that moment, necromancy began to violently surge.

"I'm not done yet?"

Latis grumbled, struggled to his feet, and walked out of the house with his sword. He was shocked to see the raging necromantic magic summoning small undead everywhere in a chaotic manner. He quickly reached for his Light God Ring, and at that moment, the first thing he thought of was the Purification spell.

However, the purification spell would take another half hour to fully charge.

"Jennifer! Jennifer!"

Latis, panting heavily, strode towards the Listening Wind Platform and shouted:

"Jennifer, help me!"

The thick black fog raged wildly, obscuring his vision until he couldn't see his own hand in front of his face. Amidst the unwilling howls of his fading soul, he could no longer hear Torso's shouts of guidance.

Latis's heart pounded. He wasn't afraid of the necromantic energy, but others weren't. And while he was fighting at the front, he didn't know what was happening back home. What if Jennifer...

He was immediately jolted, and while groping forward haphazardly with his hands, he shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Jennifer!! Where are you?!"

Suddenly, a tiny speck of light appeared in his field of vision.

hum-

As if in response to Latis's call, a pure light appeared before him. The light was not dazzling, nor was it dimmed by the black mist. It was as if pure light was unchanging, maintaining its brightness in any frame of reference.

Immediately, a huge beam of light, several meters in diameter, shot straight into the sky, its overflowing light spreading out like planetary rings, irresistibly crushing all the churning black mist.

In the vision pierced by the beam of light, which cleared away the clouds and mist, Latis stared blankly as the night sky here briefly turned into daylight, before slowly returning to darkness after a long time.

"In response to your call, my lord."

As the black mist gradually dissipated, Jennifer's hair was soaked with sweat, her body rising and falling with her breath. She raised her hand, her eyes filled with strong conviction, staring straight at Latis.

“…Jennifer?”

Latis paused for a moment, took two steps forward, and smiled unconsciously. He immediately came to his senses, wiped the sweat from his face, and burst into joyful laughter.

"Congratulations, my little knight!"

Jennifer raised an eyebrow, watching Latis's unrestrained smile. Ripples gradually spread across her face, and she couldn't help but laugh along with him. She lowered her hand, took long strides, and ran towards Latis.

Latis sheathed his sword, rushed forward to meet Jennifer as she leaped into the air, and caught her in his arms.

"Hey! Am I good? I'm good, right!"

Jennifer wrapped her arms around Latis's neck, draped her legs around his waist, leaned against him, looked down into his eyes, and shouted happily:

"I'm a high-ranking knight! I'm a high-ranking knight!"

"I know, I know!" Latis couldn't help but hug Jennifer and spin her around, grinning from ear to ear.

"I saw it all! And that huge wave cannon just now, is that a new divine spell?"

“Yes!!” Jennifer chuckled, her eyes suddenly sparkling. She gripped Latis's shoulders tightly, refusing to get off him, and straddled him confidently, saying:

"The divine magic in the ring wasn't fully charged yet. I figured waiting wouldn't solve the problem, so I tried to recall my past knowledge, hoping to find inspiration to solve it."

"Just when I was at my wit's end, I suddenly noticed that the surging necromantic magic... looked somewhat similar to dark power! And in that instant, I remembered what the Pope had once mentioned: the reason why Dark Knights could still use the power of the God of Light was that darkness and light were two sides of the same coin. It's just that their transformation was beyond human control, which is why humans could only use this power in a black-and-white way..."

"But you succeeded, little knight!" Latis looked at the shining light knight with admiration and said loudly:

"You did it, didn't you?"

“Yes!” Jennifer nodded vigorously without hesitation, patted her chest with one hand, and let the two of them, exhausted, sway back and forth with a grin, saying:

"I tried to absorb the power of darkness to transform into light, and in a mysterious illusion, I actually succeeded! Perhaps the God of Light heard my heart's desire and specially bestowed this ability upon me!"

“Perhaps it’s because my little knight is inherently so proud…” Latis’s gaze lingered on her face, following her bright eyes to her delicate yet resolute nose, and then to her bright, tender lips that always held a confident smile. He said instinctively:

"It's also fascinating and delightful..."

"...Eh, eh eh?"

Jennifer froze for a moment, only then realizing that she had been so bold as to ride on Latis. She was about to struggle to jump off when she suddenly saw the look of admiration and joy in Latis's eyes.

"Really?" she asked softly for some reason.

Before Latis could reply, an inexplicable understanding allowed her to read the meaning in his eyes, and instantly made her aware of her own feelings. She couldn't help but lower her head and mutter:

"Okay, okay, I understand..."

After saying that, Jennifer propped herself up, carefully examined Latis's face for a while, then suddenly smiled, hugged his neck, and kissed his lips.

Her kiss was as passionate and confident as she was, without any darkness or fragile worries. Her hands, which had carried dozens of kilograms of armor and swords and were stained with dust and the blood of monsters, were now gently stroking Latis's hair from the back of his neck.

In that dry, hard, and dense texture, like weeds, Jennifer suddenly knew that this was the touch of the person she would caress countless times for the rest of her life. Even if this person would grow old, get hurt, lose his hair, or even go bald, and have his skin gradually accumulate layers of wrinkles, she would grow old with him and embrace him as passionately as she did at this moment for the rest of her life.

After the kiss ended, Jennifer smiled, looked up at Latis's equally genuine smile, snorted, and said:

"Tone it down a bit! Can't you learn from me and be more mature and composed like me?"

"You?" Latis raised an eyebrow, completely too lazy to refute this internet-addicted girl who had been ranked number one in the Londia region for years in the game "Fantasy Westward Journey." He smiled, stared into her eyes, and asked:

"Again?"

“Yes!” Jennifer nodded vigorously, indicating that what Latis said was exactly what she thought, and then bent down again.

The first time is the joy of having just experienced it, it is tenderness and passion; the second time is confirmation, celebration, and also a vow.

Latis recalled memories he had created with her in some simulation, memories he had quickly savored, imagined, and reminisced about, and then melted those complex flavors into the clear spring between his lips and tongue.

At any given moment, people may have different fantasies, different feelings, and even different senses when they come into contact with each other, but their hearts can surprisingly connect very easily.

Perhaps this is what it means to be human: carrying everything in one's life, yet living only in the present.

Chapter 223 My Lady, would you be willing to share my bed and pillow tonight?

After a period of blissful intimacy, the two reluctantly parted ways, only to find that the entrance to Tingfeng Terrace was already crowded with onlookers.

Norrige rubbed her temples, a strange smile playing on her lips. Torso put his hands back in his sleeves, looking up at the sky and muttering something. Two dwarf girls leaning against the wall, one with wide eyes and the other covering her mouth, while the commoners around them covered the children's eyes with their hands, but couldn't help but smile like doting aunts.

"congratulations!"

It's unclear who started clapping first, but then everyone in the room burst into laughter, clapping, and cheering.