No one expected that the Cthulhu Cult would be so confident in declaring war on the mysterious forces in Munihei.
This was beyond Jobtran's expectations, and the combat effectiveness of the Cthulhu sect is still unknown.
It would be an unwise choice to hastily engage in a head-on conflict with the Cthulhu sect given the current shortage of manpower and lack of information on the enemy, so Jobtran immediately adjusted the battle plan.
"It seems that we can't proceed according to the original plan. If we attack directly now, we might fall into the opponent's trap."
Joe Butron said, frowning.
"The underground headquarters is protected by a barrier and will not expose our location. Moreover, people without the brooch should not be able to enter without a guide, so the headquarters should be safe for the time being."
Harvey, who was wearing armor, pointed to the magic circle carved on the ground and said.
Before Harvey could finish his words, the magic circle of the underground headquarters came under attack.
The patterns carved on the ground were immediately activated, forming a protective film around the underground headquarters, but the impact from all directions was like a giant beast constantly beating an eggshell.
The headquarters' defenses were activated automatically in a hurry, and the dust on the roof fell down due to the vibration and sprinkled on the people.
The entire underground headquarters seemed to be experiencing an earthquake; even the water cup on the table began to shake.
The coffee in the cup splashed onto the table after the vibration, and the sugar in the sugar jar spilled onto the table, making it a mess.
This provocative attack lasted only two minutes before it stopped, like a slap in the face of the Mystery Investigation Bureau.
The iron signs hanging on roadside shops swayed with the vibration, and passers-by hid in the open space in the middle of the street in panic.
They asked in surprise, "Is this an earthquake?"
Some people who were unable to stand steadily swayed their bodies from side to side, looking funny as if they were dancing.
As the shaking stopped, people returned to their daily routines; little did they know that a catastrophe was about to strike.
An extremely ugly, hunchbacked man stood in the center of the mysterious investigation bureau.
The hair on the top of his head was sparse, like scattered, curved earthworms haphazardly draped on both sides, while there was not a single hair in the middle of his head.
His eyes were bulging, like two puffy goldfish eyes.
The bridge of his nose was flat, with a black tumor the size of a red bean growing on it, and there was a long hair on the tumor.
The cheekbones on both sides of the face are prominent, but the flesh on the cheeks is sunken, like a living skull.
He was wearing a short-sleeved top made of fish skin and a pair of tight-fitting boxer shorts.
If you only look at his clothes, he looks like a down-and-out old man who hurriedly fled to the street after his house caught fire.
A few minutes ago, this extremely ugly hunchbacked man was standing in this open space, whistling and shaking his feet lazily.
Hidden beneath his ugly appearance is a terrifying power.
Unlike Evelyn, who was more of a spellcaster, all of this man's actions just now came from the power contained in his body and his superb force-generating skills.
Although the feet seem to be shaking randomly, in fact, each shake is like a hammer drill exerting force on the ground, and the resonance of the force frequency achieves the attack on the underground.
The soil in the earth became the medium for him to spread his power, and even amplified his attacks when resonance was formed.
This incredible and superb skill of spreading power is hard to believe.
Every molecular structure of the soil was affected at the moment of vibration, forming a shock wave that came from all directions.
After shaking his feet a few times, hot steam came out of the body of this hunchbacked man.
That was the phenomenon that occurred when his sweat was evaporated by his body temperature.
His heart suddenly accelerated at the moment of launching the attack, causing the blood to circulate faster in his body.
At the same time, the massive surge of adrenaline allowed him to release the potential that was usually hidden in his body.
He let out a sigh, and a stream of white light came out of his mouth.
Before he had time to rest, a teasing voice came from behind him.
"Deep Divers are now playing with physics?"
The sparse hair on the hunchbacked man's head fluttered in the wind, and the moment the sound came, he suddenly bent backward and made a posture like an iron arch bridge.
Three strands of hair were cut off from his already thin head. After the hair fell to the ground, a large number of red veins appeared in his dead fish-like eyes.
All the hair on his head stood up like living snakes.
"The Occult Investigation Bureau doesn't seem to be as cowardly as it's rumored to be, Gollum."
He took off the cowhide water bag hanging around his waist, unscrewed it and drank a few big gulps.
On the other side, Heyman, with a scimitar in his hand and his upper body naked, waited for the ugly man in front of him to finish drinking the water and asked,
"I don't kill nameless people. Tell me your name."
"Kenneth will kill you, Gollum."
"Haha, we don't even know who killed whom, come on, ugly bastard." Heyman pointed the scimitar in his hand at the man in front of him who called himself Kenneth.
Kenneth looks thin, but the strength in his body should not be underestimated, and Heyman's move seems a bit too confident.
Kenneth placed his hands on the ground, in the hunting posture of a wild beast ready to pounce on its prey.
The swollen hunchback on his back made people feel uncomfortable.
Heyman held the scimitar in one hand, slightly bent his knees, and was waiting for Kenneth to attack before launching a thunderous counterattack.
The momentum of both sides was competing secretly, and the battle had already begun.
This is a war of momentum and psychology.
Kenneth's aura is like a poison dart frog lurking beneath the water, while Heyman is like a king cobra ready to strike.
Is the poison dart frog more poisonous, or is the king cobra faster
Kenneth was lying on the ground, his muscles trembling subtly. In addition to his eyes, he was using his hands to sense the vibrations coming from the ground.
As long as Heyman made any movement, including breathing, moving, or even heartbeat, these tiny vibrations would be fed back from the earth to Kenneth's palm.
But Heyman closed his eyes. Unlike Kenneth, he was shirtless because he was used to feeling the changes caused by the enemy's movements.
Any movement will cause ripples in the air, and these weak air currents hide important combat information, including where the opponent will launch an attack from.
The two men, who were both experienced in combat, knew that it was impossible to win by relying on vision alone in such a thick fog that one could not see one's hand in front of one's face, so they both used their best skills.
Heyman sensed the rhythm of Kenneth's muscles, and Heyman carefully adjusted his pace to ensure that he could kill the opponent in the most convenient way.
The confrontation between the two lasted for two or three minutes. When they both realized that the other side would not reveal its flaws so easily, they actually launched attacks at the same time.
Kenneth used all four of his limbs to exert force on the ground at the same time, launching himself into the air and rushing towards Hyman, as swift and ferocious as a poison dart frog jumping out from the bottom of the water to catch flying insects on the surface.
Between his fingers there are frog-like webbed membranes unique to deep divers, and his thick skin and well-trained muscles can easily block attacks from ordinary swords.
His body was his most powerful weapon. He stretched out his left hand and slapped Heyman.
If Heyman was hit by this blow, given his human body, he would be seriously injured if not dead.
At the same moment, Heyman exerted force with his calf, turned sideways, and slashed at Kenneth's neck with the blade of the scimitar in his hand.
All the strength of his body was infused into his wrists, and with the help of the power of turning his waist, the sweeping effect of this thunderous blow would be even more astonishing.
In daily training, Heyman's thunderous blow with the same knife can split four five-centimeter thick steel plates.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Kenneth slightly turned sideways and used the palm of his hand to slap the blade of Heyman's scimitar from top to bottom.
This is a very dangerous move. If you are not careful, the whole arm will be cut off by this powerful knife. However, if the huge force attached to this palm can hit the scimitar in Heyman's hand firmly, there will be amazing results.
Either the material of the scimitar could not withstand the force from both sides and broke, or the scimitar slipped out of Heyman's hand.
If Heyman, who is good at using a knife, had no weapon, the outcome of the battle would be self-evident.
After Heyman draws his sword, he will naturally not retract it rashly. This is not his fighting style.
As a specialist in combat skills, Heyman, who had risen through the ranks by stepping on the corpses of monsters, naturally had his own understanding of close combat.
"Since he's a powerful opponent, I'm afraid I'll suffer a loss if I fight him head-on."
Heyman's mind turned, and he immediately twisted his wrist and adjusted the direction of the scimitar blade.
Use this blade to meet Kenneth's palm!
At the moment when the blade touched his palm, Heyman's left hand, which had been free, grasped the handle of the scimitar and exerted more force upward.
Kenneth somersaulted backwards in the air and did not take Heyman's blow head-on. Instead, he used Heyman's upward force and his own rotation to unload most of the power of the blow.
After Kenneth landed, he looked at the palm of his hand that had touched the blade. The skin on his hand had been cut a lot, and the scarlet tender flesh and tendons in his hand were exposed from the knife wound.
A slight burning pain came from the palm of his hand, but the blood flowing out of the knife wound was not bright red blood, but dark green blood.
Drops of dark green blood oozed out from the blade and dripped onto the ground, making a sizzling sound like meat being grilled on a stove.
Heyman's expression changed as he saw small pits appearing on the hard soil as Kenneth's blood dripped.
This blood actually contained corrosive properties, even the soil on the ground was affected by his blood and was eroded.
This is a very unfavorable situation for Heyman, who is good at close combat.
If a large amount of blood splashes during the swing, it will become a suicidal attack that kills one thousand enemies but injures eight hundred of your own.
Heyman took a look at his beloved Damascus scimitar, and felt a glimmer of luck when he saw that the blade was not affected by Kenneth's blood and was still as sharp as a hair.
This was the spoils of war captured by my ancestors during the Crusades, and it has been passed down from generation to generation.
The Damascus scimitar is a weapon produced through perfect forging technology. It can bend without cracking when encountering pressure, and can maintain its sharp edge for a long time, so that it can cut a person in half with just one hand.
This scimitar of Heyman was one of the gifts given by Sultan Saladin to King Richard the Lionheart.
Completely different from the dazzling broad-bladed longswords favored by traditional knights and swordsmen in Ouzhou, the scimitar in Heyman's hand has a curved and narrow blade, and is a dull dark blue color.
There are hundreds of exquisite winding lines on the blade, and these lines, called hundred-forged lines, can show the painstaking effort the knife maker put into forging this piece of metal.
In addition to the fact that the craftsman spent a lot of effort on smelting, the materials used for this Damascus scimitar are also by no means ordinary.
It was a type of steel called Wootz steel.
Small amounts of wootz steel are produced by smelting raw iron ore in a crucible, removing impurities and adding a mysterious ingredient.
After the knife maker's forging, smelting, repeated quenching and grinding, and processing day and night, such an excellent Damascus scimitar can be produced.
The Damascus scimitar is made by stacking soft and hard steel layers together and then repeatedly folding and hammering by the knife maker, making it both tough and extremely hard.
It is precisely because of this superiority of the Damascus scimitar that it can cut through the thick skin in Kenneth's hand.
"Kenneth is in pain, grunt."
This Kenneth doesn't seem to have a high IQ, and looks more like a humanoid monster that is being controlled.
The wound on his hand healed quickly under Kenneth's powerful healing power, but a hair fell off as the wound healed.
Heyman didn't pay attention to this detail. He was a little afraid of Kenneth's strange ability at this time.
After the first fight, Heyman knew that Kenneth was not an easy opponent and this would be a tough battle.
He was thinking about how to defeat or even kill Kenneth without getting hurt.
Countless plans appeared in his mind, but he rejected them all one by one.
At the moment, the best result that can be achieved is to kill the low-IQ beast in front of him with minor injuries.
Heyman once again took up the offensive position, but Kenneth cried like a child.
"Kenneth hurts, grunt!"
Kenneth kept repeating this sentence and curled up.
The bulge on his back that looked like a hunchback was actually squirming as it curled up, causing his outer clothes to be torn.
"Useless piece of shit! Give me control of your body!"
A hoarse and unpleasant sound, like the quacking sound of a drake in mating season, came from the sac behind Kenneth.
What happened next made Heyman feel even more troubled.