Sunders never explained what "recycling" meant. But Angor already sensed the unspeakable cruelty and bloodthirstiness when he heard the word.
He now understood why the Mana Eyes didn't come down to stop them, and why the apprentices didn't dare to step forward. It was because the Supreme Cult's reputation was too great. They were not powerful, but they were the embodiment of political correctness in the southern wizarding region. No wizard organization dared to ignore them.
Moreover, almost every wizard organization had a place where they could hide their dirty secrets. They could research illegal immigrants and turn them into puppets. Balba, for example, was one of them. The Supreme Cult was against all of these. As a weapon under the banner of the great consciousness, they naturally had to carry out the will's wishes. The southern wizarding region was now filled with war and war.
Under such circumstances, it wasn't that the Adept organizations couldn't destroy them, but the cost would be too great. Who knew if the Great Consciousness would support another extremist organization because of the destruction of the Supreme Sect? Therefore, none of the major organizations wanted to mess with the Supreme Cult. Once they did, they would be like rabid dogs that wouldn't let you go no matter what.
According to the girl, the big guy she was sitting on was the "otherworldly visitor".
Angor also sensed a familiar aura of disharmony from the big guy.
The black-haired young man belonged to the Supreme Cult. He discovered that the big guy did not belong to the wizarding world, so he decided to kill him.
According to the girl, the big guy was registered. But even so, the black-haired young man still wanted to kill the big guy.
Angor felt a chill running down his spine. He was planning to solve Jon's problem by "registering". But now, it seemed that the Supreme Cult's wizards were all lunatics, just as his teacher said. They did not care about the registration system even though it was the Supreme Cult who proposed it.
Angor needed to think of another way to solve Jon's problem.
Due to the disagreement between the two parties, the two sides once again fought fiercely. As promised, the black-haired young man did not hold back this time. Previously, all of his targets were locked onto the big guy. As for the real mastermind behind the scenes, the little girl, he actually didn't attack.
But now, he no longer cared about the girl's safety. He began to attack even more recklessly.
Angor did not know which organization the girl came from. She looked quite young, and her aura was already at the peak of level-2. She was able to cast all kinds of cantrips easily, and together with the big guy's Iron Wall, she did not seem to be at a disadvantage.
However, Angor knew that it was only a matter of time before the girl was defeated. The young man from the Supreme Cult was using some kind of secret technique. As more and more wounds appeared on his body, his eyes became more bloodshot. His expression changed from cold to ferocious, and his strength increased without limit. His long hair fluttered in the wind, which made him look terrifying.
When one of the big guy's arms was cut off, the girl's advantage was over.
Under a series of frenzied attacks, the big man collapsed to the ground, while the little girl fell from the big man's body.
"Saladin! Are you really going to go against Brute Cavern?!" The girl was furious.
"Heh heh heh heh heh —" The eyes of the young man named Saladin had already turned scarlet. His originally cold expression was no longer there, and his only response was a sinister smile.
"Brute Brute! You lunatic! " The girl yelled angrily. She looked at the guards in the distance and scolded, "You cowards! Can't you see he's bullying an underage girl?"
The guards lowered their heads and did not do anything.
Saladin walked toward the girl with his sword in hand. He seemed to have forgotten about the big guy lying on the other side. His madness made him lose his mind and focused on the girl.
The girl could not move because of her injuries, so she had to back away.
Saladin laughed crazily and swung his sword at the girl who had lost her ability to fight.
At this moment, a graceful figure dashed out from behind, grabbed the little girl, and retreated quickly.
"Shan, run!" It was a woman's voice.
As soon as the girl escaped from the attack range, she noticed that Saladin's eyes were fixed on the big guy. She shouted anxiously, "My Gank!"
Saladin was ready to kill the big guy, but when he heard the girl's yell, he lost his mind and looked at the girl again.
He laughed crazily and leaned his body slightly, causing the ground beneath his feet to collapse. Then, he shot towards the girl like an arrow leaving the bow. His speed was as fast as lightning as he brandished his bloodstained sword …
As a result, the girl and the person who saved her fell into a dangerous situation.
Seeing that the two of them were about to die, all the spectators sighed softly.
In the nick of time, a misty fog suddenly descended from the sky, shrouding everyone on the scene.
At the same time, a clear female voice came from the fog. "Shield."
Before anyone could react, a loud sound came from the fog. At the same time, the voice came again. "Water Prison."
But this time, her voice sounded tired as if she had used up a lot of energy.
When everyone came back to their senses, a one-armed girl in soft armor, a woman with curly blue hair, and the girl who was fighting with Saladin walked out of the fog. The girl was still riding the big guy, who was holding his severed arm.
As for the black-haired young man, he stayed in the fog.
"Shan, Shiliew. Let's get out of here before Saladin wakes up. "
The girl named Shan nodded. "Thank you and Shiliew, Nausica. If it weren't for you, I would've died."
The one-armed girl was Nausica. Her face was a bit pale. Clearly, the fear she felt when Saladin threatened her with his sword was still lingering in her mind. However, her eyes were filled with determination. She clenched her fists tightly.
"I was reckless and almost got killed by Saladin. Shiliew was the one who did everything." Nausica pointed at the woman with curly blue hair.
"But what's with that fog? Is it just a simple fog? Why is Saladin acting like he's crazy? "Nausica wondered.
"It's Shiliew, I think? She can turn water into fog, "Shan said uncertainly. She looked at Shiliew and asked," What do you think, Shiliew? "
The woman with curly blue hair hesitated for a moment. "Actually … Whoosh …"
Before she could answer, her eyelids suddenly closed. She stood at the center of the intersection and fell into a deep sleep.
"Shiliew fell asleep again?!"
"That's the sleeping Dripping Stream for you. She can sleep anywhere … Wait, no! The water prison disappeared as soon as she fell asleep. Let's run! "
They wouldn't have been able to escape so easily if Saladin wasn't trapped in the water prison. But now that Shiliew was asleep again, the water prison was gone without a doubt.
With that in mind, they ran as fast as they could. Nausica tossed the sleeping Shiliew onto the big guy's shoulder. Then the two of them ran toward Champagne Road like crazy and slowly disappeared at the end of the street.
They didn't notice that the fog behind them was still there. Even when Shiliew's water prison was gone, Saladin never came out.
The other apprentices were all confused.
"Is Saladin dead? Why isn't he coming out of the fog?"
"That's bad. He's not the only one sent by the Supreme Cult. Those lunatics aren't easy to deal with."
On the roof not far behind, the two apprentices quickly took out their walkie-talkers and called for Mister Sirui, who was in charge of this area.
The fog slowly disappeared, revealing Saladin in the middle of the street.
Saladin didn't suffer any external injuries. His expression also returned to normal. Clearly, he was slowly regaining his sanity while inside the fog.
When Saladin saw that the fog had dissipated, he slowly stood up and looked in the direction of Champagne Road. He knew that the otherworldly visitor was at the end of the road. However, there were wizards guarding the place, so he couldn't do as he pleased.
Compared to the big guy, Saladin was more interested in the owner of the fog.
He couldn't walk out of the fog when he was in a frenzy. But when he came back to his senses, he still couldn't walk out of the fog.
He looked around and didn't see the owner of the fog. So it was that woman who showed up later?
A cold smile appeared on Saladin's face as he slowly left under everyone's fearful gazes.
Coincidentally, he was heading in the same direction as Angor.
Angor was rolling down from a tree. Saladin glanced at Angor and thought the man was just a bystander, so he didn't pay much attention to him.
However, when he walked past Angor, his heart skipped a beat.
He suddenly turned around and stared at Angor.
Angor didn't respond to Saladin's stare. He pulled down his hood and prepared to leave.
Saladin blocked his way.
"What's the matter?" Angor's voice came from under the hood.
Saladin remained silent for a moment and spoke in a cold tone, "You're carrying something with otherworldly aura. I suggest you stay away from otherworldly creatures."
Saladin stared at Angor's chest.
There was a necklace there, but Angor always kept it close to his body. It contained the Alien Eye, the culprit who brought Jon to the wizarding world from Earth.
Saladin didn't tell Angor to "take back" the otherworldly item. There was a fundamental difference between otherworldly items and otherworldly creatures. He still needed otherworldly resources for his alchemy, so he had no reason to take them back.
Saladin turned around and left. Angor raised an eyebrow. Even Sunders failed to notice the Alien Eye's origin. How did an apprentice figure it out?
As expected, the Supreme Cult was very sensitive to otherworldly auras.
Angor watched Saladin leave with a gloomy look in his eyes as he walked toward Champagne Road.
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