# 1004
Chapter 1005: Mysterious Pincer Attack
"Hongyan."
"At your service."
The red-haired girl in dark teal nurse's uniform shattered the body of a "Mysterious" creature with one swipe. Her wings unfurled from her back as she descended to Lin Qiye's side and spoke respectfully.
"Take those three and go first. Leave them at the door of Squad 006's quarters." Lin Qiye's gaze remained fixed on the hovering pencil as he spoke calmly. "Oh, and stay away from anyone wearing a military coat. If he stops you, just say you're one of mine."
"Yes."
Hongyan's form expanded rapidly, transforming within a blink into a massive Flame-Vein Earth Dragon that crouched low to the ground. The gale generated by her wings swept all the lower-tier "Mysterious" creatures away.
Li Zhenzhen accepted the white cat Fang Mo and swiftly mounted the earth dragon's back. Lu Baoyou wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, blade in hand as he stood his ground, eyes locked on the distant battle between the "Mysterious" creatures, clearly having no intention of leaving.
"Why haven't you left yet?" Lin Qiye frowned.
"I, Lu Baoyou, refuse to—"
Bang—!
Before Lu Baoyou could finish, Lin Qiye's foot slammed into his chest, sending him flying onto the earth dragon's back.
"Dare to disobey the instructor's orders? Your胆子 is growing bigger and bigger… Take him away."
Lin Qiye said expressionlessly.
Hongyan's wings flapped once, carrying the three recruits skyward, disappearing beyond the horizon in the span of a breath.
Lin Qiye gripped his sword and turned back to face the unsettled pencil.
After being wounded by a single sword strike, the Pen Sprite had grown wary of the blade in Lin Qiye's hand, deliberately maintaining distance and not daring to approach.
Seeing that Lu Baoyou and the others had departed, Lin Qiye stopped actively engaging the Pen Sprite. Just as he was about to leave, he seemed to sense something and let out a soft exclamation.
"Wukong's healing progress has broken through 50%?"
Although Lin Qiye himself had not entered the Asylum of the Gods, he could perceive certain changes within the facility. The moment Sun Wukong tore off a corner of the cassock and the healing progress exceeded 50%, he received the message.
After a moment of contemplation, Lin Qiye, while gripping his sword to confront the Pen Sprite, sank part of his consciousness into the Asylum of the Gods.
…
"Beginning random extraction of Sun Wukong's divine abilities…"
The moment he entered the Asylum of the Gods, a spinning wheel appeared before Lin Qiye's eyes. With a thought, the wheel began to rotate on its own.
After three consecutive ability extractions, Lin Qiye had already grasped the patterns and differences between the three different stage rewards—1%, 50%, and 100%. If the 0% ability extraction was truly random, then the 50% ability extraction was guaranteed to produce a core God's Ruins ability.
For example, Nyx's 【Darkest God's Ruins】(Dark Corruption), Merlin's 【Phantom God's Ruins】(Transformation Magic), Idun's 【Life God's Ruins】(Garden of Eternal Secrets)…
For Sun Wukong's divine abilities, Lin Qiye had been anticipating them for a long time.
He was curious—as the legendary Great Sage Equal to Heaven, the current Victorious Fighting Buddha, what would Sun Wukong's divine abilities be like?
Would it be the Demon Ape Conquering the World, or Buddha's Light Blessing All?
With eager anticipation, Lin Qiye watched as the spinning wheel in the air gradually stopped, the pointer settling on a section.
Lin Qiye froze.
"This is…"
…
On the other side of Shangjing City.
Under the dim streetlamp, a black warhorse浑身散发着火焰，踏着铁蹄缓缓前进。
On the warhorse's back, a figure披着军大衣的身影，一只手握着染血的直刀，另一只手提着人形模特"神秘"的头颅，幽色的眼眸平静扫过四周。
The low-tier "Mysterious" creatures lurking along the sides of the road stirred restlessly—hesitating, puzzled, probing.
They weren't sure who this man before them was.
Was he as strong as the previous man? Did he also have no limits? Was he… also a monster?
Killing one "Klein" was nothing. There were at least five or six of that tier of "Mysterious" creatures within Shangjing City. But under the deterrence of that previous man, even these "Klein" dared not make even the slightest move, because they knew in their hearts that even if they all joined forces, they wouldn't be a match for that man.
That man, Shao Pingge, was a thoroughbred monster!
He had terrified the "Klein" into complete stillness.
But now, that man's presence had vanished. Could this figure in the military coat hold down those "Klein"?
If he could, then these countless low-tier "Mysterious" creatures naturally wouldn't dare act. But the moment he showed any sign of weakness, these "Mysterious" creatures who had glimpsed the hope of freedom would immediately rise up in unison, turning all of Shangjing City upside down.
"Mysterious" creatures were also intelligent. They could assess the situation, judging what circumstances favored them and what situations weren't worth risking.
Chen Han rode his horse through the empty streets, expression calm and leisurely, as if strolling in his own backyard, completely ignoring the low-tier "Mysterious" creatures watching from the shadows.
He knew very well that the "deterrence" Shao Pingge spoke of had already begun invisibly.
Now, every move he made, every battle he fought, concerned the movements of the "Mysterious" creatures in this city.
He had to prove himself through strength and ferocity.
Sssss—
At a street corner, a certain streetlamp flickered suddenly. In the shadow cast by the light, the silhouette of a man holding a black hat appeared impossibly, as if from a two-dimensional world—a figure with no height or thickness. He stood perfectly still, turned his head slightly, and gazed at the distant Chen Han approaching on horseback.
He stepped onto the center of the road—directly in Chen Han's path—and lowered his head to put on the hat.
A "Klein"-level aura burst forth, completely unreserved.
It was a provocation, and a test.
Chen Han reined his horse to a stop at the wide crossroads, eyes fixed on the silhouette ahead, killing intent flickering in his gaze.
Just then, a gust of yin wind swept up. Chen Han's brow furrowed as he turned to look behind him.
On the road he had just traveled, a two-meter-tall roly-poly doll had somehow appeared in the center of the street.
The surface of this doll was painted with a colorful portrait of a handsome man, though the painted surface was covered in stains and scratches, like a fresco long dried on a stone wall—somewhat blurred and unclear.
The roly-poly doll swayed silently under the streetlamp, the handsome man drawn on its surface staring straight at Chen Han, its smile eerie and terrifying.