"So fast to react!"
The faces of the Mutants who launched the attack from a distance changed drastically, a hint of shock flashing in their eyes. The timing they'd meticulously chosen was instantly seen through and reacted to by their opponent, which was completely beyond their expectations.
"Stop daydreaming, that woman's charging over!" Watching Clarisse sprint toward them like a leopard, the elite squad of five Mutants immediately tensed up.
During this period, there'd been a lot of rumors about Clarisse in the underworld.
A Mutant cultivated by the Vatican, possessing rare space-element abilities. She showed shocking performance in multiple confrontations with the vampires, almost achieving overwhelming victories every time she acted.
It was said that she also had Mutant abilities related to fire, able to condense high-temperature flames on her limbs, making her crazy powerful.
"Boom!"
A spatial portal instantly formed, and Clarisse directly crossed a distance of tens of yards, unleashing a punch with flames coiling around her arm, tracing a scorching trajectory in the night sky.
Through continuous battles, Clarisse had almost fully adapted to the elemental blessing given by Adrian. The dark night was lit up by the scorching flames, and in the firelight, murderous intent gleamed in her emerald green eyes.
The Mutant directly in front was the defensive member of the squad. He abruptly crossed his arms, and his ability instantly activated.
His skin rapidly turned to stone, forming hard armor. In a rush, he could only take Clarisse's thunderous blow head-on.
"Such heavy force!"
The stone skin Mutant's face twisted, and a tearing pain shot through his arms. The high-temperature flames attached to Clarisse's arm caused signs of melting on the surface of his petrified skin, not to mention the terrifying impact that came with the high temperature.
His feet plowed two deep furrows in the muddy ground, and he was sent reeling backward by that punch.
A one-versus-five battle instantly erupted!
This Mutant squad was fully equipped, including a tank, damage dealer, crowd control, and support. They had excellent teamwork and serious combat power. The two sides went back and forth, and for a while, it was hard to tell who had the upper hand.
On the other side, Adrian stood still, waiting for the news he wanted.
"Don't even think about it, you Mutant scum, you all deserve to go to hell!" The captain of the squad seemed to know he couldn't escape death. Even though he was suppressed by Adrian's psychokinesis and couldn't lift his head, he still roared defiantly.
"Quite the backbone."
"Crack!"
As Adrian's words fell, the captain's pinky fingers were instantly twisted into three sections.
"Ah!" The intense pain made him let out a mournful scream.
"I don't want to hear nonsense."
"Last chance. Speak, and I'll let you die without pain."
Adrian's voice was cold.
Dozens of lives meant nothing in his eyes. His experience participating in the Holy War in his previous life had exposed him to way too much death.
Only by personally experiencing the wars of the Saint Seiya world would you understand what a desperate atmosphere it was, way beyond what anime could depict. To describe it as littered with corpses is no exaggeration.
Several seconds passed, and besides the intense sounds of fighting in the distance, there was no response from anyone around.
A flicker of impatience crossed Adrian's eyes, and his elemental power suddenly surged. He raised his hand, and countless elemental energies rushed like a tide into the bodies of the dozens of people in front of him.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!!"
An indescribable pain instantly spread throughout their bodies, from the inside out—organs, nerves, bones, muscles... They were suffering the cruelest torture in the world.
"I... will... speak..."
"It's the Rockefeller Consortium..."
The voice was choppy, but Adrian heard it clearly.
He slightly raised his right index and middle fingers, and the screams abruptly stopped. The dozens of people in the squad followed in the footsteps of their comrades, buried deep underground by Adrian.
The battle on Clarisse's side was still fierce. The Mutant five-person squad worked together seamlessly, actually fighting her to a standstill.
"Clarisse, step back." Adrian didn't want to waste time on people like this. The teamwork of these five was pretty skilled—they were clearly veterans who frequently took on bounties in the underworld.
Hearing Adrian's words, Clarisse immediately activated her ability, returning to Adrian's side via spatial teleportation.
"I'll only ask one question."
"How many Mutants have you hunted?"
Adrian's gaze swept over the five.
The five didn't respond, but the wariness in their eyes got stronger. Adrian's power was a complete unknown, but from what they'd just detected, this would definitely be a tough battle.
Seeing that they had no intention of answering, Adrian didn't ask further.
Stars appeared!
The Cosmo of the Sixth Sense's initial stage began to rise and burn. The Cosmo, which originally only existed in the soul, materialized at this moment. Everyone present was wrapped in Adrian's Cosmo domain. The patterns of the eighty-eight constellations flickered and flowed behind him, finally settling on Virgo.
"Six Paths of Reincarnation!"
Adrian raised his hand, unleashing one of Virgo's signature combat techniques.
"Your souls can only cleanse their sins in endless reincarnation."
A holy radiance flashed, and the eyes of the five Mutants in the squad immediately lost their luster, and their breathing stopped. Their souls had been completely banished by Adrian. After the reincarnation ended, the final judgment awaited them.
The soulless bodies naturally lost all vitality, standing stiffly in place like comatose patients.
Adrian casually threw a punch, and the punch wind swept across the ground. The bodies of the five instantly atomized, evaporating on the spot without leaving a trace.
"Let's go."
"We should head back."
Adrian turned around.
Even though the vehicle he and Clarisse were in was destroyed, the Mutant squad's car was still intact.
"Your Eminence, are we not dealing with the mastermind?" Clarisse asked, kind of confused.
"There are a lot of ways to deal with things—killing's just the simplest one."
"Since it's a consortium, it'll more or less be helpful to the Vatican. Plus, killing the leader of a major consortium would only push the Vatican to oppose all consortiums, which would hurt our future plans."
Adrian responded calmly.
His gaze was far-reaching as he continued, "I want them to personally deliver the Rockefeller Consortium into my hands."
The next day, news of the two appearing at an airport in a neighboring city quickly spread. Everyone in the underworld already knew that the famous Mutant bounty squad had failed.
They'd carried out countless missions, almost never failing, but this time they not only failed but also lost their lives.
Seeing that the two just had slightly dirty clothes, everyone understood that the squad hadn't caused them any real problems. This also made various forces re-evaluate Adrian's strength.
To date, few people had personally witnessed him act, leading to incomplete intel.
The underworld was in chaos, but none of this concerned Adrian and Clarisse. They'd already boarded a flight back to the Vatican, completely unconcerned by the ripples they'd caused.
"Welcome back." The Pope personally stood at the entrance of the Apostolic Palace to greet Adrian.
"Your Holiness, the mission is complete." Adrian maintained basic respect for an elder.
"I know all about it."
"You did very well."
The Pope nodded with satisfaction.
He handed Adrian a document, his tone serious: "Also, take a look at this."
"This is?" Adrian looked at the contents of the document with some surprise, not expecting them to actually send an invitation for a meeting...
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