Mystery Paradise: Wishing Power Demon
Chapter 387 - 386 "Miracle Reappearance

Chapter 387: Chapter 386 "Miracle Reappearance

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"The company is making a move,"

Cui Zhen’en lay at the window of Bariff’s bedroom, observing every action around the Governor’s Mansion.

An hour and five minutes had passed since the execution grounds uprising, and although "Bariff" had been confirmed dead, in the tense atmosphere, no one had the time to concern themselves with the issue of room ownership. With the key Chaoyang had given her and a set of fairly appropriate clothes, she had easily blended into the inn.

Cui Zhen’en saw that the wealthy district had entered martial law, with Guards patrolling the streets and demanding all shops to suspend business. More and more armed people were gathering below the Governor’s Mansion, conservatively estimated to be over a thousand. When the sun reached the zenith, this troop began to march impressively out of the wealthy district.

An hour was all it took for the company’s private armed forces to prepare to suppress the uprising, a response that was considered fast.

"What about their weapons?" Chaoyang asked.

"Everyone’s carrying a rifle... Wait, there are also over ten field guns in the back..." Cui Zhen’en reported while keeping watch, "The caliber seems small, all under one hundred millimeters. They have a cavalry unit too, roughly two to three hundred people..."

With complete infantry and artillery, and even cavalry, this setup was more than sufficient to handle the local uprising. No wonder the Ransu Company dared to do as it pleased in the City of Defense.

Chaoyang shifted his view to Zhang Zhiyuan and relayed the information to him.

The latter immediately passed the message on to Enkui, but started by saying it was a revelation from the divinities.

Enkui didn’t doubt it for a second, "I understand, we’ll leave this beach to you. Remember to send up a signal flare if you need us."

Franwick nodded, "Be careful yourself."

After embracing each other, Enkui led over two hundred fully armed street brothers northward along the coastline—according to the decision made by the resisters, they gave themselves a formal name: The City of Defense Fishermen’s Army, with Franwick Yuss and Ailuodi serving as the chief and deputy commanders, overseeing four district squads and one special operations team. Enkui’s Fishy Street brigade was responsible for the peripheral coordination.

The other three district brigades were stationed around the perimeter of the Lower City District. Besides the responsibility of evacuating families, they needed to recruit as many like-minded individuals as possible in a limited time. Once the company and the gang forces invaded the Lower City District, they would have to retreat to the beach to begin their defense on site.

As for the special operations team, it was formed by Zhang Zhiyuan and Potland, comprising of the miners who were first to fire upon the gang foremen—they were the ones who understood the company’s brutality the most. In terms of combat experience, this team was undoubtedly the most seasoned, and they all had full trust in Zhang Zhiyuan, who had successfully instigated the armed uprising.

"Lallote, I really don’t know a thing about teaching people how to fight, so we’ll probably need to rely a lot on you and that Divine Envoy," Franwick turned and patted Zhang Zhiyuan on the shoulder, "The guys from Team Six tell me you’re both brave and careful, a warrior as remarkable as you, I’m regretful that I had never heard of you before. But I believe, after this battle, your name will spread throughout the entire City of Defense."

Zhang Zhiyuan nodded calmly, without replying.

He was just a passer-by in this history, and when everything settled down, surely everyone would forget he ever existed.

"But I’m good at something too," Franwick laughed again, "When you’re defending the beach, I’m sure I can lead the troops to transform the cave into an impregnable fortress, and perhaps catch some fish for a hearty soup for you guys! My fellow countrymen, follow me!"

With that, he led the Fishermen’s Army families towards the Cave Camp.

"We should take our positions too," Zhang Zhiyuan shouted to the miner’s group, "Everyone pick up your weapons, get into the trenches!"

The beach was soft, making it easy to dig dozens of intertwined tactical trenches, which couldn’t withstand direct artillery fire but could effectively dodge shrapnel, allowing the troops to shuttle back and forth between the Lower City District and the Cave Camp without being exposed to enemy fire.

Seeing that this side was advancing its operational deployment in good order, Chaoyang switched his view to Ailuodi.

She was currently leading Kokomoqi back to the beach, while the Magic Goddess, who had replenished her magic, displayed a somewhat pale complexion, as if she still hadn’t recovered from the earlier shock.

"Are you all right?" The Angel couldn’t help but feel some pity for her.

The last time she had her magic replenished was while she was unconscious, so Kokomoqi had no idea how the wishing power was transferred. This time, when she saw Chaoyang extend his bleeding finger toward her, she was utterly dumbfounded.

"...Why bloodsucking? This, this is way too Heretical Cult..." she murmured softly, "Is this how you all gain power too?"

"Uh... sort of," Ailuodi shrugged, at least that was the case for her, "A pact can also transfer wishing power, but blood is the most convenient. And... it tastes quite good."

"That’s exactly why it feels even more evil! Magic and wishing power should be pure and flawless!"

You’re right, even if the intentions of a Demon are not evil, such actions appear incredibly sinister. Ailuodi agreed wholeheartedly; she too had braced herself for doom when she made a pact with Chaoyang and sucked his blood.

"You’ll get used to it after a couple of times." The Angel smiled, and for some reason, she felt a slight sense of relief, "By the way, do you have enough power now to cast the person-finding magic?"

"Hmm... I could probably cast it five or six times, it consumes much more than illusion tricks." Kokomoqi nodded, "Also, it’s not called person-finding magic, I call it Miracle Reappearance."

The two arrived at the original site of the execution ground. Ailuodi walked more than ten steps toward the sea, then set the little girl on her shoulder down, "This is the place."

"Crouch down." After signaling the Angel to crouch, Kokomoqi pressed her finger to the Angel’s forehead, "I am about to perform magic. Remember, this is a scene that only you can see."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ailuodi suddenly saw a blur before her eyes!

The overturned and burning stake was erected once more, many people walking backward to the beach, regrouping into a large crowd. The bloody flag was raised high, cheers of ’Long live Paradise’ echoing through the air!

It was then that a girl walked into her view.

She suddenly realized that so-called Miracle Reappearance wasn’t about finding a specific person; it was about resurrecting the entire scene! Not just objects and the environment, but every movement and sound of the people were perfectly restored!

"Stop!" Ailuodi shouted aloud.

All the people immediately froze in place.

Indeed, Chaoyang hadn’t been seeing things; the girl standing outside the crowd, gazing from afar, was Sweet Potato’s sister! She looked straight into the center of the crowd, her eyes filled with gloom and worry. When the Angel called out to stop, she had reached into her bosom, as if searching for something.

Ailuodi moved to her side and was astonished to find a horn hanging beneath her clothes.

The speculation was confirmed.

This girl was the Envoy of Mist who had destroyed the City of Defense.

’Can you see it?’

’Yes, very clearly,’ Chaoyang said gravely, ’I don’t know exactly what she is thinking, but from her expression and actions, she could summon the mist at any moment.’

Clearly, the victory of overtaking the execution ground hadn’t brought her any peace of mind.

’What exactly is she afraid of?’

’Wait...’ Ailuodi returned behind the girl and bent down to get level with her head, following the Envoy of Mist’s gaze, the Angel looked ahead, ’She’s looking at... me.’