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

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The white-robed disciple clenched his fist slightly, and the powerful aura of a knight unconsciously emanated from his body as he spoke in a deep voice:

"If the light in the world comes from the 'original light' of the sun and fire, then the light that has been manipulated and has generated countless chaotic wills, I call it 'puppet light'."

"Such light not only becomes a puppet of those wills, but also parasitizes others, turning them into puppets as well."

Chapter 440 Me, the Mouse

Astin stared at the streets of the holy city in silence for a long time, then suddenly asked:

"Sir Knight, what do you intend to do now?"

"What else can we do but make do?" The white-robed disciple was quite open-minded, shrugging as he said, "Maybe one day a powerful figure will suddenly appear and solve all the problems of the entire Holy City of Romnia in an instant."

"How could someone be like that?"

Astin sighed, glanced at the white-robed disciple beside him, and said, "Isn't there any way to remove the 'Puppet Light' from your mind? You can't be a white-robed disciple forever."

"Don't underestimate us."

The white-robed disciple placed his hands on the battlements, propped himself up, looked at his shadow cast on the ground, and laughed:

"Although we were initially deceived into becoming disciples by the cries for help within the 'Puppet Light,' we are in fact sharing this power of light. At the heart of this sharing is Pope Toyla, and we have only received a small portion of the 'Puppet Light' he has distributed."

"What do you mean? You mean the Pope is a node that absorbed the vast majority of the 'Puppet Light,' and then leaked some out for you?"

Astin frowned and muttered:

"There was no need to do this in the first place! The Pope's current inhuman state is caused by the power within him? Why not just clear all that power out?"

“It’s not that easy,” the white-robed disciple shook his head and said, “From what I’ve observed, the Pope used to be quite adept at containing ‘Puppet Light,’ but for some reason, this power is increasing in number. He wanted to trace its source underground to investigate, but in my opinion, that’s not very realistic. If the Pope dies underground, I don’t know what will happen to the disciples.”

"Won't this 'puppet light' dissipate on its own?" Astin scratched his head and asked, "Even magic essence will dissipate and recombine with the atmospheric circulation of magic essence, right?"

"It's not the same."

The white-robed disciple pondered for a moment and then explained:

"This 'Puppet Light,' after floating in the air, slowly coalesces into a harmful force that parasitizes ordinary people. Only when under the control of the Pope or his disciples can it prevent this harmful parasitic behavior."

"As for why it doesn't dissipate..." the white-robed disciple paused, then said uncertainly, "It's probably because the source of 'Puppet Light' is still alive. That source keeps releasing these harmful forces, which is why we need more and more disciples, like a net, to try and stop all these forces."

"...How awful!"

Astin didn't know what to say for a moment. He was silent for a while, then vigorously rubbed his hair and said with a troubled expression:

"Is the source underground? What kind of person would be capable of exploring that...? Surely things won't just continue like this..."

"At least the Pope can hold on for many more years."

The white-robed disciple sighed softly and said:

"Although as he gets older, he often finds it difficult to control the 'Puppet Light' within him, fortunately, he has never been ensnared by those powers... If he can have a disciple to succeed him in the future, that would be fine; otherwise, the entire Holy City of Romnia will probably become a giant puppet city."

"A city of puppets..." Astin shuddered upon hearing this and asked, "What does that mean?"

"..."

The white-robed disciple took a deep breath, stretched out his hand, opened it, looked at the faintly visible shimmering red light in his palm, and whispered:

"Two days ago, when the Pope was receiving guests, he almost lost control of the red light. This red light was later shared by his disciples. Although it can be hidden in the deepest part of consciousness, I still forced it out, just to show you its harm."

Astin's expression grew serious, and he subconsciously took a step back, whispering, "Your Excellency, you..."

Before he finished speaking, the red light in the disciple's hand instantly spread out, staining his white robes red in an instant.

The red-robed disciple opened his murderous eyes, leaped down from the battlements, his massive spine taut like a spring, and then instantly launched himself forward, delivering a powerful punch to Astin's face.

Astin reacted immediately, advancing instead of retreating, raising his left elbow to block, while his right hand had already pulled a grass sword from his sleeve, holding it upright and ready to stab the enemy in the ribs.

boom!

With a single blow, Astin's eyes widened instantly. He blocked the disciple's fist with his elbow, but he did not expect that the disciple, who was once a knight, would have such terrifying strength that he lost his balance and fell towards the battlements. The disciple was not one to let up, and threw another punch at Astin's abdomen. Although Astin blocked it with his right hand, it knocked the grass sword out of his hand.

Astin's right shoulder slammed against the battlements, using the momentum to brace against his shoulder. He raised his left foot to kick the disciple away, but the disciple seemed to have anticipated this, grabbing Astin's left leg and pulling him straight in front of him.

Such terrifying combat awareness!

Astin's body plummeted downwards in an instant. He gritted his teeth, tensed his abdomen, and forcefully raised his upper body. His left leg transformed into a knee strike, and his left hand also unleashed a second grass sword. He gripped it tightly in a reverse grip and thrust it towards the enemy's face along with his left knee.

The disciple suddenly leaned back, spun around, grabbed Astin's left wrist with one hand, and then threw him forward, intending to throw him to the ground like an over-the-shoulder throw.

However, a chill suddenly ran down the disciple's neck. He looked at Astin, who had been thrown into the air, in surprise, only to find that Astin had already discarded his grass sword and replaced it with a strong grass rope soaked in water.

And that straw rope was clearly tied around his neck.

Before the red-robed disciple could untie the straw rope, he was instantly pulled forward and fell behind Astin. Astin quickly rolled over and sat up, pulling the straw rope to tightly restrain the red-robed disciple's neck in front of him. At the same time, he stepped on the disciple's arms with his feet to prevent him from rising up again.

"..."

After a brief standoff, the disciple, having exhausted all other options, patted the ground. The red light on his body slowly dissipated, and he returned to his ordinary white robe.

"...It's over?" Astin finally breathed a sigh of relief, his whole body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

"Cough cough..."

The white-robed disciple stood up, touching his neck which was red from being strangled. He coughed a few times, glanced at the tight straw rope binding him, and couldn't help but complain:

"You spend all day in your cell making this kind of stuff? If you have nothing to do, you can read books. What kind of quirk is it to do handicrafts all day?"

"Phew... these are weapons! If I hadn't made these things up, I would have been beaten up by you tonight, wouldn't I?" Astin was too lazy to get up, lying on the ground, muttering with relief, "Let Snyder do the studying, I'm really not cut out for it..."

"You guy."

The white-robed disciple shook his head helplessly, weighed the straw rope in his hand, stroked his chin, and said:

“You seem like a good candidate to be an armed knight. Once this matter is settled, I will recommend you to the Church of Light.”

"After this matter is settled... how long will that take?"

Astin stood up, his body aching all over, leaned against the battlements, and sighed, "All I want to do right now is rescue my comrades. I have no other thoughts."

"It's all little things."

The white-robed disciple stretched his body, a slow smile appearing on his face, and said:

“Not all the cells are under my jurisdiction. We can plan how to locate them and choose the right route to release them.”

"This……"

Astin looked at the white-robed disciple in surprise, paused for a moment, and then laughed, "Don't try to fool me again."

"When have I ever lied to you?" The white-robed disciple shrugged, looked at the vast, desolate mountain territory under the moonlight, and said, "The night is still long, let's make some plans."

……

……

"Oh, Lord Latis, please have a seat."

A muffled sound rose from between the heavy desks, like tangible smoke and dust, making the air in the office even more murky.

"So monsters smoke too."

Latis walked into the room without changing his expression, quietly circulated his body's power, held his breath, and activated his internal circulation system.

Given his current physical condition, he can go without breathing for a period of time without any problem.

Instead of sitting down immediately as the so-called manager instructed, he stood still and looked around the office.

The office wasn't as big as he'd imagined; in fact, it was rather cramped, only three or four meters wide. A few steps led up to the entrance and the work area, and bookshelves on both sides reached the ceiling, filled with all sorts of books.

Behind the large and heavy desk sat an extremely fat rat-like monster, almost like a ball with a diameter of two meters, filling up some kind of genuine leather sofa.

It continued working on the documents in its hands, not glancing at Latis once since he entered. Only after hearing Latis's words did it flick its cigarette ash and chuckle:

"You flatter me. The tobacco-making methods in the underground world are far inferior to those in the human world, so the tobacco contains a lot of impurities, making the air so polluted... Hehe, of course, underground tobacco also has an advantage, which is that it is very potent. Ordinary monsters will be completely overwhelmed after just one taste. However, I wonder what kind of reaction humans would have... Lord Latis, would you like to give it a try?"

"No need, I've heard that smoking can cause erectile dysfunction."

Latis immediately declined the Rat Manager's invitation. The Rat Manager seemed to be trying to trick him into eating ice cream, so Latis naturally refused.

"Erectile dysfunction?" The cigarette in the Rat Manager's mouth trembled slightly. It discreetly picked it up, finally shifting its gaze from the complex documents in front of it to Latis, and spoke:

“We monsters don’t have such customs, Lord Latis. We do know what you want to know, but it will cost you a little… Wait, what are you doing?”

"Didn't you do anything?"

Latis stood in front of the bookshelf, completely ignoring the Rat Manager's astonished expression. He reached out and took out a copy of "Brother Niu's Maintenance Manual," flipped through a few pages, paused for a moment, and then couldn't help but make an expression like an old man looking at his cell phone on the subway, muttering to himself:

"Using cockroach extract as a hot compress? What a niche topic..."

"Please put down the books in my collection." A bead of sweat rolled down Manager Rat's forehead. He took a deep breath, stuck his cigarette in the ashtray, and said calmly, "Let's get down to business."

"That's not urgent... Tsk, use red-haired medicinal wine to wash every night? No, this manual might have the opposite effect, it's really misleading people..."

Latis shook his head, put "The Minotaur Maintenance Manual" back on the bookshelf, pondered for a moment, and then took out "The Minotaur Master Quick Guide" and began to read it.

"...Sir! Isn't it a bit impolite to casually browse through someone else's book collection like this?"

The mouse manager couldn't sit still any longer. If Latis continued browsing like this, its XP system and browsing history would be completely exposed. It quickly tapped the table, put on a calm smile, and called out:

"You want to inquire about Lord Radiance and Lord Moth Warrior, right? We do know about them, but..."

"Simply bankrupt someone and then rob them of their wealth? Tsk, this isn't a NTR (Netorare) game that relies on skill. It's so boring."

Latis interrupted the mouse manager, tossing the book aside with a look of disgust. Then, he took out a copy of "The Neighboring Mouse Woman Wants Me to Confess? The Genius Mouse's Battle of Wits in Love!" from the bookshelf, held it in his hand, and slowly unfolded it.

"Wait! You can't do that!"

The mouse manager instinctively screeched. It quickly got up from the sofa, staggered over to Latis, snatched the book from his hand, and then, sweating profusely, took out seven or eight more books from the bookshelf, carried them back to its desk and hid them. Only then did it sit back down, panting heavily, and look at Latis as if it had seen a ghost.

God above, it has scattered its private stash of books throughout the bookshelf! This bookshelf contains thousands of books; who knows how this man manages to grab them all so easily!

"Look at you, you're in a hurry."

Latis shook his head, knowing that this Rat Manager could not possibly appreciate the true value of a modern person accurately finding the desired item from thousands of learning materials in a second. However, this ability, which could be described as the god of reed pipes, was just a common little metaphor to Latis.

He walked to his desk, crossed his arms, glanced calmly at Manager Rat, and said:

"Speak up, I can tell you've been anxious for a long time."

"……you!"

For a fleeting moment, the mouse manager realized it was truly panicking, but it quickly regained its composure, looked at Latis, smiled calmly, and said:

"Lord Latis, aren't you wondering how I know your name?"