Then let the witch offer her loyalty

While Mo Zeyuan was trying to persuade him to surrender, the offensive did not stop. Three water spears moved in response and rushed towards the bald man.

The bald man gritted his teeth, pulled his arms back, lowered his body, and arched his shoulders to assume a defensive posture.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The nature-type psionicist who could adapt to fighting environments was simply too strong. The three water spears exploded on the bald man at subsonic speeds, and even his crystallized, powerful defenses were struggling to withstand them.

Those crystals, harder than metal, shattered like paper under the immense impact. The water spear nearly slammed his body into the ground, creating a human-shaped crater, and his body was covered in broken cracks.

"Stubborn resistance will only lead to death."

Mo Zeyuan clenched his five fingers, and the remaining five water spears simultaneously changed direction, descending like divine punishment.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The bald man's unwilling roar mingled with the sound of the water spear impacting him, and the brilliant crystals on his body cracked more and more, like a piece of glass that had been ravaged to its limit.

Finally, with a crisp cracking sound, the shoulder that the bald man had used to shield himself from the impact shattered, and crystals scattered down.

After detaching from the main body, these crystalline fragments lost their psionic power and quickly transformed back into their original flesh and blood, staining the waterlogged ground a deep crimson.

The bald man, clutching his severed arm, collapsed to his knees, blood trickling down the crystal-like veins, mingling with the rain and dripping onto the shattered street.

He lowered his head and hissed, "Stop...stop hitting me! I surrender!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Zeyuan ceased his attack.

He kept his eyes fixed on the bald man, in case he suddenly attacked, while taking out a communicator with a special frequency to report the situation to his companions.

However, before the communication could be connected, Mo Zeyuan suddenly noticed something was wrong and frowned as he looked down at his feet.

The ground beneath his feet had crystallized at some point, and the dazzling crystals had grown and spread to his feet, firmly "sticking" him to the ground.

Looking at the bald man again, the area where he was kneeling also showed partial crystallization, but the area was so small that it was hard to detect.

He had taken advantage of the moment of "surrender" to apply his crystallization ability to the ground, allowing the crystals to silently spread to Mo Zeyuan's feet and eventually trap him.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the bald man suddenly launched an attack. His crystallized body rolled over like a tank at full speed, rushing in front of Mo Zeyuan and throwing a punch at him.

"Ungrateful!" A flash of anger appeared in Mo Zeyuan's eyes. He let the crystal under his feet trap him and flipped it over.

The waterlogged ground instantly transformed into a vast ocean during a storm, with churning water forming towering waves several meters high that swept the bald man into them.

Under Mo Zeyuan's spiritual control, endless rainwater flowed into the giant wave, continuously increasing its volume until it finally formed a spherical cage made of water, completely enveloping the bald man inside.

As a nature-type psychic, the crystallized bald man's physical functions are different from those of ordinary humans. He does not need to breathe and will not suffocate in this huge water prison.

But completely enveloped by the water, he lost the ability to move freely.

He desperately swung his one arm and two legs, trying to swim out of the water prison, but this action seemed ridiculous in the face of Mo Zeyuan's strength.

Just as the bald man was struggling, without warning, he suddenly broke free of his crystallized state and reverted to his original flesh and blood body.

His momentary daze indicated that he had not voluntarily deactivated his psychic powers.

Soon, he reverted to his flesh and blood form and struggled painfully from suffocation, his facial expression completely distorted, and he vomited a large amount of bubbles.

Mo Zeyuan narrowed his eyes, released the water prison, and threw the bald man to the ground.

The bald man coughed and gasped for breath, frantically touching his body while muttering repeatedly, "Psionic...where's my psionic power..."

Chapter 127 The Dead Apostle Reappears

(Two updates combined)

Seeing the bald man's reaction, Mo Zeyuan initially thought that this guy was putting on an act again.

But the fear and panic on that face were too real. Mo Zeyuan remained silent for a moment, then said coldly, "It must be that your witch unilaterally terminated the spirit contract."

"The witch is the master of psychic power. She can form a spiritual contract with her chosen agent at any time, and she can also withdraw her psychic power at any time. It seems that you have been abandoned by her."

"Impossible! This is impossible!" the bald man cried out in despair. "I have rendered meritorious service to the Demon Alliance, I have shed blood for the organization, they cannot do this!"

Mo Zeyuan gave a short laugh: "Expecting an illegal organization to have loyalty and righteousness? You are truly the stupidest Demon Alliance lackey I have ever seen. Surrender now and come back with me obediently. You have no chance anymore."

The bald man's eyes were filled with twisted resentment and bitterness, which finally coalesced into an unspeakable ferocity: "I've killed so many people, going back with you is just another death..."

"Since I'm going to die anyway, I might as well take someone down with me!!!"

After saying that, he rushed to the backpack that had been knocked to the ground not far away and pulled out a gun from it.

Mo Zeyuan suddenly found it somewhat ridiculous.

This guy's spirit contract has been destroyed by the witch, so he's just an ordinary person now.

So what if you have a gun?

Do you really think a gun can hurt a nature-type psychic?

He's probably been beaten to the point of losing his mind.

However, Mo Zeyuan soon noticed something was wrong.

The gun had a very strange design. It was forged from dark gray metal, and its left and right sides were not symmetrical. There was no magazine or loading port as is typical of traditional firearms. Instead, there was a bizarre crystal core embedded in the rear of the gun.

The core is surrounded by a ring of energy lines, which faintly flow with a dark purple color and exhibit a regular fluctuation frequency, seemingly supplying energy to the firearm.

As an active-duty witch hunter, Mo Zeyuan possesses military knowledge that rivals, if not surpasses, that of professional soldiers.

He knew everything about guns, whether they were domestic or foreign models, whether they were already in mass production and deployed to the military, or whether they were still in the conceptual development stage.

Mo Zeyuan had never seen the strange gun in the bald man's hand before.

And whether it was just his imagination or not, the strange core at the rear of the gun, shrouded in dark purple energy, gave him a vague sense of familiarity with its energy flow fluctuations.

This sense of familiarity does not come from the visual level.

More like some kind of...

A resonance at the level of power.

The bald man stood in the rain, panting heavily. Water streamed down his forehead and dripped down his blood-stained and muddy face. His wide-open eyes were bloodshot, and his whole body was like a taut string.

The bald man's desperate expression revealed his deep fear of the gun, as if using it would lead to some negative consequences.

But soon, the corner of his mouth twitched, as if he wanted to laugh, but only managed to produce an extremely distorted expression. His bloodshot eyes widened violently, his breathing became faster and heavier, and his face was filled with an almost insane ferocity.

"If you want me dead... then we'll all die together!!!"

The bald man howled and pulled the trigger at Mo Zeyuan.

"boom--"

In an instant, the crystal core at the rear of the gun suddenly lit up, the previously dormant patterns were activated, and a dazzling and eerie dark purple light was released, instantly tearing through the rain and illuminating everything around it.

The seemingly small gun suddenly unleashed a torrent of energy, a blazing beam of light surging from its muzzle. Where it passed, rainwater evaporated into a thick white mist in the blink of an eye, and the floodwaters that had accumulated on the ground were shaken to both sides, as if an invisible giant hand had violently ripped the entire street apart.

Mo Zeyuan was startled by this, but fortunately he had professional combat skills. Even when he had an absolute advantage, he did not let his guard down and dodged the moment the other side fired.

The intense beam of light missed Mo Zeyuan and struck the building behind him.

The sturdy walls of the high-rise building were melted through, leaving a huge hole more than ten meters wide that ran from front to back. Hot, molten material was still flowing along its edges, as if it had been hit by a meteorite.

The appearance of the giant hole directly led to the destruction of the load-bearing structure, and the entire building collapsed with a twisting, mournful sound.

...

At the outer perimeter cordon, fully armed special forces members from the management bureau were acting in batches according to their deployment, ensuring that all escape routes of the target were blocked in advance.

Suddenly, a blazing light appeared in the center of the battle in the distance. From the battlefield to here, a distance of several hundred meters, five or six buildings along the way were all pierced by that blazing beam of light, until it hit an armored vehicle and then exploded.

"boom!!"

The violent explosion overturned the armored vehicle, which weighed over ten tons. The special forces soldiers looked on in astonishment and found that half of the vehicle had been burned by the high temperature of the beam, and the melted deck was constantly emitting white smoke under the rain.

"Hurry up and save people!"

Although there was no one in the melted rear compartment of the armored vehicle, the driver was still inside!

Fortunately, the armored vehicle has strong shock resistance and is sturdy enough that it did not suffer serious deformation during the rollover. The driver quickly opened the door and climbed out of the vehicle, swaying slightly.

He was covered in blood from the impact, and looked quite badly injured.

A nearby medical worker rushed over, helped him up, and asked, "Are you alright?"

Instead of a plea for help or a groan of pain, the medical staff responded with a burst of excited, shrill laughter.

"Of course I'm fine."

The driver looked up, his blood-soaked face twisted into a bizarre smile, and his eyes were covered with black marks, like tangled thorns.

"I'm fucking ecstatic!!!"

Upon seeing the distinctive thorn-like black marks, the medical staff instantly went cold and cried out in horror, "Madman! He's been corrupted by Madman!!!"

...

"Someone's been corrupted by the Madness?" Mo Zeyuan asked in astonishment, pressing the communicator in his ear. "There are no witches here, so where did the Madness come from?!"

The other end of the communicator was chaotic, with shouts and maniacal laughter coming from somewhere.

A special forces soldier reported urgently, "We can't pinpoint the source of the corrosion yet! Anyway, a beam of light hit the armored vehicle just now, and when the driver climbed out, he already had thorn-like black marks on his face!"

Mo Zeyuan was immediately incredulous.

Thorny black marks are the most typical sign that an ordinary person has been corrupted by madness and turned into a "dead apostle".

According to years of research, Madness is a kind of mental energy field generated by witches after overusing their psychic powers.

In other words, Madman only appears with witches.

The illegal psychic being hunted this time was just a witch's proxy; the proxy herself wouldn't unleash her madness.

Other witches have also been observed in the vicinity. Why are people being corrupted for no reason?

Mo Zeyuan recalled the report from the special forces team members.

The other party said that a beam of light hit the armored vehicle.

That beam of light was clearly the shot fired by that illegal psychic earlier.

After the beam destroyed the armored vehicle, the driver crawled out, already corrupted by the madness.

Could it be... related to that strange weapon?

Mo Zeyuan immediately looked at the bald man, and soon he discovered something horrifying.

The bald man who had just fired the shot had his expression shift from despair to a twisted, maniacal grin.

And at the corner of his eye, the thorny black mark that marked the erosion of his wild imagination was spreading endlessly!

At that moment, Mo Zeyuan suddenly understood why that gun gave him a sense of familiarity.

The gun emitted...

It was clearly a psionic energy fluctuation!

"You die!"

The bald man let out a twisted, maniacal laugh and pulled the trigger again. A blazing beam of light shot from the muzzle and surged toward Mo Zeyuan.

The gun was too powerful and would cause a violent corrosive effect, so Mo Zeyuan dared not simply dodge it.

If he dodges again, and the beam of light penetrates the building's cover and hits the neighborhoods where innocent people live, the consequences will be unimaginable!

In an instant, the spiritual energy within Mo Zeyuan surged to its fullest extent, and torrential rain gathered from all directions, forming an overwhelming wall of water.

"boom!!!"

The intense beam of light exploded the instant it hit the water wall. The water and heat collided violently, and a large amount of liquid was evaporated in a short time. Steam rose wildly, instantly enveloping the entire battlefield in a thick, sky-piercing white mist.

The blazing beam was incredibly powerful, but Mo Zeyuan's psionic energy was no joke either, especially in an adaptive environment like a rainstorm. His water wall managed to block the beam.

The blazing beam of light collided with the psionic water wall, dissolving into one another. High-temperature steam filled the surroundings, making even breathing feel scorching.

"Come on! You think you're so tough?! Come and test your skills against me! Let's see how I beat you to a pulp!"

The bald man's face was covered with thorn-like black marks, and his twisted laughter was filled with insane and arrogant words.

Mo Zeyuan wanted to condense a water spear to pierce the bald man's body. The man had lost his spiritual energy and, even if he had been corrupted by the Madman and become a Dead Apostle, his physical functions would only be slightly stronger than those of an ordinary person. One strike would be enough to kill him.

But Mo Zeyuan soon discovered that the power of the blazing beam was too great. He had to do everything he could to maintain the water wall in order to resist it, and he had no spare strength.

As time went on, he gradually sensed something was wrong, and his expression became increasingly serious.

The two sides seem to be at a stalemate, with neither able to gain the upper hand.