Mystery Paradise: Wishing Power Demon
Chapter 392 - 391 Necessary Isolation

Chapter 392: Chapter 391 Necessary Isolation

Is... a potted plant?

Chaoyang blinked, certain he hadn’t misseen... the strike against Franwick’s wife had been delivered by none other than a monstrous entity of the Causal Sect!

But the Obelisk standing tall within the City of Defense didn’t seem to be an embodiment of the God of Causality, did it?

What on earth was going on?

"Chaoyang, did you get a clear look just now?" Ailuodi said, still shaken.

"Yeah, no mistake, definitely a potted plant monster... With this, we can be certain, the Envoy of Mist must have appeared near the mansion because she sensed the aura of the Heretical Cult. The illness she’s suffering from is probably not a cold but an injury inflicted by a heretic!"

"But what about the Obelisk and that green light?"

"I’m not sure yet, but you need to hurry back to the cave with Kokomoqi... If the Envoy of Mist came tracking the cult, then her surveillance at the execution grounds must be related to this matter too!" Chaoyang said urgently, "I’ll have Zhou Zhi keep an eye on Franwick first. Once you reach the cave, isolate him from the crowd... This is both a precaution and a protection."

"Are you sure about this? He is the leader of the fishermen!" the Angel hesitated.

The people gathered in the cave all placed their trust in Franwick Yuss, and although a portion of them had become followers of Paradise, they were far from the point of taking the Paradise Master’s instructions as truth. If the "Divine Envoy" moved against Franwick now, even under the guise of protection, it could very likely cause internal strife within the Fishermen’s Army!

"...We were wrong before, Ransu Company is just a catalyst, victory or defeat in this war will not affect the outcome. I may not know what’s up with Franwick, but the Envoy of Mist is probably watching him from the shadows. Keeping him isolated might just be our best chance to draw out the Envoy of Mist."

After thinking for a moment, Chaoyang added, "Of course, your concerns are valid, so let Kokomoqi put him to sleep... As long as we can control his actions, we can slowly investigate the rest."

"I understand," Ailuodi finally agreed to the plan, "I hope Enkui and those workers won’t grow distant from us."

"Are you okay?" She helped the panting Kokomoqi to her feet.

"If you had watched thirty seconds more, Yu might not have lasted," the latter replied weakly, "But the remaining wishing power should keep Yu alive for quite a while, at least better than when Yu first met you."

"Then hang in there a little longer," the Angel said, heaving her onto her back, "Tonight, we’ll let you have enough to make up for it."

Seeing the Angel and Kokomoqi getting into action, Chaoyang connected with Cui Zhen’en, who was observing from behind.

"I have a task for you."

"Just tell me."

"While the Governor’s Mansion defenses are down, sneak in there, search through Haiboman’s office. Of course, if he didn’t go with the troops and you happen to run into him, killing him is also an option."

"Hey, Mr. Host... you’re not serious, are you?" Cui Zhen’en inhaled sharply, "Even if their defenses are down, there could still be dozens of people in a building, they could skewer me with a fire stick. If you could switch bodies with me anytime, that’d be another thing, but just with this body..."

"It’s possible," Chaoyang interrupted, "Be careful when you move, try not to damage vital parts like the heart or brain."

"Is that so?" Cui Zhen’en’s lips curled up, "Do you know? I’ve wanted to experience what it’s like to be a spy for a long time."

...

On the beach, the barrage of gunfire finally ceased, and the tumultuous shore was unusually silent for a moment.

But everyone knew this was merely the prelude to the impending struggle.

Zhang Zhiyuan stuck half his head out of the observation trench and saw a line of shadows swaying at the end of the street. A moment later, countless heads emerged below the horizon, almost forming a fluctuating "mountain range". The setting sun seemed not to sink into the sea of trees but to be swallowed by the silhouettes of these advancing figures.

"They’re coming."

Zhang Zhiyuan spoke in a low voice.

Without using artillery to advance slowly, the enemy’s tactical level couldn’t reach that degree of coordination, so they waited until the cannon fire ceased before dispatching the assault team. Even so, the huge disparity in numbers still made this wave of attack heavily oppressive.

More than once, he heard the sound of someone swallowing saliva nearby.

"Tell everyone to take their positions in the trenches, we’ll also head back to the beach."

The worker-warriors, upon receiving the order, emerged from behind the hidden cliffs, entering the trenches single file. Some of the collapsed passages were cleared by hand, moving sand, or simply bypassed on the ground above. The enemy, seeing heads pop up, also let off a few sporadic shots, but shooting at this distance was akin to trying their luck.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the suppression army’s front line stepped onto the beach.

"Charge! Two silver coins for each head!"

"Kill all the resisting bastards!"

With the commander’s roar, the silence was instantly shattered, and nearly a thousand people surged forward, attacking the beach from both the east and south directions!

Almost simultaneously, the sound of gunfire from the counterattack rang out. The workers were tense but not afraid; compared to dying defenselessly in dark caves, having the power to fight back against their oppressors was already a stroke of luck. Their concern was whether they could use their weapons well, whether they could take down an enemy. Following the steps practiced, they reflexively stood up to shoot, then crouched to reload. For a moment, the trench tops were shrouded in billowing gunsmoke.

Zhang Zhiyuan only aimed at those enemies who had semi-automatic steam guns, as these weapons had a faster rate of fire and could effectively suppress the workers in the trench, while the high-explosive shrapnel grenades were undoubtedly the bane of these foes. With virtually no cover on the beach, the grenades didn’t have to be accurate; landing nearby was enough to overturn several men.

Unfortunately, Paradise couldn’t provide heavy weapons support to players; otherwise, two 12.7 anti-aircraft machine guns, each covering one front, could make the enemies afraid to lift their heads.

But just then, the sound of artillery fire rang out again!

Shells whistled over the town and plunged into the beach, completely disregarding that their own forces had also entered the area.

"Damn, they’re even hitting their own men!" Potland spat out the sand in his mouth and bellowed, "In this chaotic battle, their casualties are even heavier, guys, hold the line!"

The special action team continued to exchange fire with the enemy under the barrage, and casualties began to appear on the front line, but as Potland said, the enemy suffered greater losses. They couldn’t penetrate the trenches; charging forward would result in being intercepted by the worker-warriors, and within minutes, dozens of bodies littered the ground.

But they couldn’t retreat because there were battle supervisors with guns aimed at them from behind. The only way out for these people was to keep pushing forward while they still had a numerical advantage, to rush into the communication trench and engage in close-quarters combat with the workers!

...

Boom...boom...

Listening to the sounds of artillery fire overhead, Franwick stared incredulously at Ailuodi, Kokomoqi, and Zhou Zhi, "Your Excellency the Divine Envoy, what are you planning to do?"

His hands and feet were tied with cloth straps, and the bindings behind his back made it difficult for him to even stand up.

"What’s up with him? Waking up so soon?" Kokomoqi muttered softly, "Could it be that Yu’s tricks aren’t effective anymore?"

Ailuodi touched her forehead, looking slightly troubled.

Frankly, she didn’t want to face this awkward situation, and this course of action seemed to go against the Angelic Code of Conduct as well. After returning to the cave, she sought out Franwick Yuss for a private talk, then the invisible Kokomoqi suddenly appeared, putting him to sleep... The process went quite smoothly, but what they both hadn’t expected was how fast he recovered. They had just moved him from the cave’s bottom to a hidden branch in the middle of the cave tunnels when he suddenly woke up.

"Whether you believe it or not, I have no intention of harming you." The Angel sighed softly, "Keeping you away from everyone is for the safety of all—"

"I don’t understand what you are talking about!" the old man interrupted sharply, "The workers are fighting above, while the families below are treating the wounded and preparing food, and you’ve brought me to this place!" The fire in his eyes flickered, "Release me now, and I can act as if none of this ever happened! Otherwise... I... I..."

Franwick’s gaze gradually became hazy, and then he once again fell into sleep.

"Alright, Yu added a dose of sleep spell, that should keep him out for about ten minutes." Kokomoqi clapped her hands, "Put yourself in his place, and you’ll see that no explanation from us would suffice right now, so we might as well let him rest."