Chapter 1385 Open the door, the courtroom! (He rolled over and fell off the bed)

How did humans develop adaptability?

If Duanmu Huai were to explain, it would be very simple, it was forced out.

Duanmu Huai had hardly used the priesthood of the Old Ones, only occasionally, so he was not particularly concerned about the abilities of the Old Ones. To be honest, if Magnus, the idiot, had not been as stupid as ever and offered to take the initiative, Duanmu Huai would not have been forced to start the enhancement trial of the Old Ones.

If Duanmu Huai had to choose, he would rather choose the Sixth Heaven Demon King as the second enhancement, after all, this priesthood is very effective in dealing with evil god believers.

Unfortunately, in this world, Duanmu Huai could only use the priesthood of the Old Ones, so he had to go against his usual practice and force himself to start exploring the potential of this priesthood.

As a result, Duanmu Huai really found it.

"I didn't expect it to be really useful."

Looking at the weapon in his hand, Duanmu Huai couldn't help but sigh. At this moment, Duanmu Huai was holding a huge, chainsaw-shaped long sword. This weapon is not unfamiliar to Duanmu Huai, after all, he has used this chainsaw sword more than once or twice.

Of course, there are more convenient ones.

Duanmu Huai moved his right hand slightly, and then saw the chainsaw sword in his hand quickly turned into a pool of black shadow, and then condensed again, turning into Thor's hammer. At the same time, a dark shadow emerged from Duanmu Huai's body and wrapped him up. Not long after, the power armor of the Tribunal appeared on Duanmu Huai's body.

"It's much more comfortable now."

Wearing the power armor and waving the Thunder Hammer in his hand, Duanmu Huai nodded with satisfaction.

This is certainly not Duanmu Huai's original power armor. In fact, Duanmu Huai's power armor is still lying in the inventory and cannot be used at all.

The reason why it became like this is also because of Duanmu Huai's sudden whim.

In short, Duanmu Huai suddenly had such an idea when he was monitoring the spread of his shadow infection.

Since the shadow copies the information of the other party, it also copies clothes and other things, does it mean that the shadow can also copy the information of inorganic objects?

If the shadow's clone can do this, it means that Duanmu Huai can do it himself. So Duanmu Huai opened the inventory with a try-and-see attitude, and then scanned his chainsaw sword.

As a result... he actually copied it successfully!

In other words, as long as it is information, everything can be scanned, copied, and then printed out for use!

It's just a pity that this printed item also has a disadvantage, that is, the copied things can only work within a radius of 50 meters from the printer. For example, Duanmu Huai prints a grenade gun, and then shoots a bullet in front, and the bullet disappears automatically after flying 50 meters.

Similarly, Duanmu Huai cannot print things larger than 50 meters, such as Emperor-class Titans... That's definitely not possible.

For Duanmu Huai, this shortcoming is almost not a problem!

He is not bragging, let alone 50 meters, he can't even hit 10 meters! When I was a child, I went to the temple fair to play balloons, and that was to give money to the boss!

But the boss didn't take his money, and kept giving him prizes. What a nice guy.

Okay, the memories are over.

Duanmu Huai took his thoughts back from the lively balloon stall at the temple fair in the park when he was a child, and then looked at the mansion in front of him.

It's time to take action.

The Jiumen family.

This family is almost insignificant in the whole of Japan. To be honest, even the status and popularity of the Baifan family are much higher than that of the Jiumen family. The latter is more like the local emperor of March City. Maybe here, everyone knows them. But after leaving this area, no one takes them seriously anymore.

Even if you go to cities like Tokyo or Kyoto, even the patriarch of the Jiumen family will only be regarded as a "bumpkin from a remote area."

For the Jiumen family, this is naturally a humiliation. The more they stir up trouble in the local area, the greater the sense of loss when they go to other places. In this area, there is nothing that the Jiumen family can't solve with money. Even the fools in the city council are just the yes-men and puppets of the Jiumen family.

But that's all.

As long as they leave here, they will be just unknown bumpkins from the countryside. No matter how they try to attend the banquet, they will not be treated differently by the upper class.

For the Jiumen family, this is a humiliation, but it is also a goal that motivates them to strive forward.

After all, everything is just around the corner.

Standing in the luxuriously decorated study, the Jiumen patriarch stared at the map in front of him with a glass of red wine in his hand. The plan has been launched, and what he has to do next is to play his role in the drama and wait for the arrival of that great being. As long as it comes here, everything in this world will change. The means used by ordinary people to measure status will no longer be universal, and wealth and connections will be abandoned. By that time, they will turn over and become the real upper class in this world.

But... things have changed recently.

The Nine Clan leader turned his eyes to the TV next to him, which was reporting the explosion in the mental hospital. Although it was announced to be a gas explosion, the Nine Clan leader knew that things were not that simple.

What happened?

He had contacted the mayor, but the latter said nothing, which made the leader of the Nine Clan very unwilling. You must know that almost all the funds needed to implement the plan come from the Jiumen family. However, the mayor's attitude is obviously not the reaction he should have towards a financial sponsor, and all this is just because the role he has to play in the script is more important than himself...

Thinking of this, the leader of the Nine Sects clenched the goblet in his hand.

It's just temporary. As long as he can be appreciated by that adult, his "role" will also change. Although the current Nine Gates Clan is just a supporting role in this drama, as long as his performance is good enough, he will have the opportunity to go one step further and become the dazzling protagonist on the stage!

But I don’t know why, the leader of the Nine Sects feels a little uneasy inexplicably, as if something bad is about to happen...

"boom!!"

Along with the violent explosion, the leader of the Nine Sects felt that the floor beneath his feet suddenly shook, almost knocking him to the ground. He staggered to his feet, then looked around. At this moment, the chandelier above his head began to flicker, and gunshots, roars, and screams came one after another. The head of the Nine Clan clan walked to the window and looked out uneasily. But he couldn't see anything, everything was dark————

Then, his room also fell into darkness, with only the pure white moonlight passing through the window, illuminating the room with cold, pure white.

What happened?

The leader of the Nine Sects took out his mobile phone and tried to make a call, but he couldn't make any calls at all. What came from the phone was always a disconnected blind tone.

He threw the phone on the ground angrily, while comforting himself not to worry. There is a team of well-equipped bodyguards here, who are enough to drive away any enemies who try to break into this place. Moreover, he also has those gifts from the darkness, which are so twisted and terrifying that even the army will retreat in front of the figure full of terrifying aura.

No matter who it is, he must pay the price for his stupid behavior!

"boom!"

The vibration sounded again, and the leader of the Nine Sects trembled. He carefully lay on the ground, put his ear against the solid wood floor, and listened down. He heard gunshots, screams, and...

"Go to hell! Heretic!!"

Duanmu Huai raised the chain sword in his hand high and rushed towards the bodyguards in front of him. The latter raised their pistol and desperately pulled the trigger at Duanmu Huai. The sound of gunfire echoed in the corridor. However, none of these bullets can penetrate Duanmuhuai's power armor. The copy printed with shadow is as strong as the original body. The only flaw is that it requires Duanmuhuai's old power.

But for Duanmu Huai, the magic power left by the magic little mag is enough.

He strode forward, and the jetpack behind him burst into a roaring airflow. Then Duanmuhuai jumped up and rushed from one end of the corridor to the other like a comet. At the same time, he waved the chain sword in his hand. After a while, all the bodyguards blocking Duanmu Huai were cut into pieces, and the intensive gunfire stopped abruptly at this moment.

"Boom!"

When Duanmu Huai's heavy body fell heavily on the ground, there was no living thing except the splattered blood. The bodyguards responsible for resisting had now turned into pieces of flesh.

Sure enough, as the famous sayings of the Inquisition say, excessive use of force is the most reliable way to achieve victory.

Duanmu Huai walked up the stairs, and the entire mansion was filled with dead silence. For ordinary people, it was a wrong decision to break into this dark, cold, and unclean mansion alone. But for Duanmu Huai, all the things he saw in front of him made him feel as friendly as returning home, the thick power armor, the blood and soul wails of the cultists, and the ubiquitous corruption, and the fact that everything was about to be completely destroyed. Destroy yourself......

Well, it turns out that this is more effective.

Duanmuhuai walked up the stairs to the second floor. There was a corridor in front of him, with portraits hanging on the walls on both sides. Duanmu Huai stood there, the searchlight on his shoulder lighting up the corridor. At the same time, I saw twisted, turbid, purple-shimmering monsters crawling out of those portraits. They had ugly features and bodies that could not be described in words. Eyes emerged from the bodies of these monsters. Appearing on the surface, staring at the enemy in front of him.

"Come on, monster."

Duanmu Huai raised the chain sword in his hand.

"In the name of the Inquisition, I want you all to die!"

Then, there were screams, roars, and screams.

The leader of the Nine Clan clans hid behind the locked door tremblingly, holding a book in his arms. He heard the sounds coming from outside, the angry, miserable, violent roars, screams, and screams.

But now it's all gone.

There is no sound.

The leader of the Nine Sects felt as if he was the only one left in the world for a while. He leaned against the locked door tremblingly and began to hesitate whether to go out to see the situation. Although he was very confident in his watchdog, what happened in front of him still made him feel uneasy.

At this moment, he was still holding the book in his arms and whispering to himself.

"No one can see me, for I am invisible in the lost Carcosa. The ragged mist hides me, and those who pass by me are blinded..."

The leader of the nine clans repeated the incantation again, then he walked to the door cautiously and put his ear against the door. Just then…………

“Boom!!”

The heavy door suddenly exploded, and a sturdy arm covered with steel stretched out from it, firmly grasped the Nine Gates Patriarch, and lifted him up. The latter widened his eyes in horror, staring at the steel monster that broke in. His eyes radiated scarlet light, and the black steel was filled with a cold and disgusting twisted breath.

“Hey, hello, buddy.”

Staring at the Nine Gates Patriarch, Duanmu Huai showed a cruel smile.

“Don’t mind if we have a good talk.”