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Chapter 59: The Purge
"Walking with the Gods!"
Countless Cult followers burst out from all directions, their eyes filled with madness.
This is how the Cult has managed to survive under the watchful eye of Mo Pavilion.
Ordinary!
Their followers, before the real outbreak, were just ordinary citizens living in the city, occasionally receiving divine teachings and leading normal lives.
And for this day, the Cult had been planning for months.
By now, too many people had been pulled in and integrated into this city.
In the vast population of Mobei, a few thousand more would hardly stir a ripple.
The Security Bureau was where the concentration of people was highest.
Although it might not be possible to outfight them, they could at least hold them off for a long time.
This... was sufficient.
As for the school, a group of students not yet awakened, along with a few teachers, would be overwhelmed in moments under the surge of the crowd.
At this moment, the school gates were tightly shut.
The usually jovial, unreliable bald Principal now stood silently on the playground, his beer belly protruding.
Behind him stood the strict Director of Studies and several teachers.
Resources were limited, and many teachers had only undergone their second awakening.
There weren't many who had experienced a third.
Even so, as they faced the charging Cult followers, there was no fear on anyone's face.
Because behind them, in the school buildings, were the students.
"The heroic spirits of Demon-Suppressing Pass protect the human race."
"School teachers protect the students."
"Today, we eradicate the Cult and defend the future of our race."
"Anyone who retreats from this battle will be dealt with according to military law."
Watching the followers beginning to charge towards the school gates, the Principal's voice boomed out.
The teachers remained silent, not speaking.
It wasn't out of fear.
But rather, seeing such a serious side to the usually lighthearted Principal was something they were struggling to come to terms with.
Echoing him felt somewhat awkward.
"Principal, you don't have the authority to apply military law to teachers. Under the laws of Mo Pavilion, that would be a principled error," the Director of Studies, still in her immaculate suit dress, said with precision and rationality.
The Principal was momentarily at a loss for words, not knowing what else to say.
...
"Charge!"
The door shattered.
With a thunderous shout, the Principal materialized a solid knife behind him, gripping it in his hand.
One by one, awakened items appeared.
The teachers stood silent, waiting.
From the windows of the school building, students watched tensely—some with fear in their eyes, others with anger, and a few... eagerly stirring, wishing they could join the fray.
But ultimately, those who hadn't awakened were nothing more than lambs to the slaughter.
Should they rashly step out, they'd only become a burden.
"Little ones, watch closely," the Principal said.
"Today, your teachers will give you a lesson."
"Let you understand what it means to be... human!"
The Principal was filled with a heroic spirit.
The long knife in his hand emitted a ghostly red glow, carrying a scent of blood.
"After wandering aimlessly for over a decade, who remembers..."
"That I too once fought at Demon-Suppressing Pass."
Muttering to himself, the Principal didn’t wait for the cultists to charge at him; instead, he charged at them alone.
The crystal on the knife sparkled.
The blade grew immensely, lifted high by his two hands. He leapt into the air and fiercely slammed it down.
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With one strike, the charging crowd was dispersed.
Following closely behind him, the teachers moved silently, rallying behind the power of his strike, plunging into the crowd, accompanied by splashes of blood.
Soon, the blue bricks of the playground were stained bright red with blood.
Some students cried out and withdrew their heads, unable to watch any longer, just sitting in their classrooms, trembling and praying.
Others had their eyes reddened, teeth clenched, silently staring at the scene.
It was as though they were determined to remember, afraid to forget.
Especially when one teacher after another fell in pools of blood—people who were always stern during classes, even scolding them, now lying before them—there was an inexplicable sadness and helplessness, self-blame...
Why haven’t I awakened yet?
Why...
Can only watch.
"Heh..."
"Cult scum, is this all you've got..."
Gasping for breath, the Principal leaned on his long knife, looking across at the cultists who had descended into madness like monsters, and sneered coldly.
Blood still dripped down the blade of his long knife.
However, seeing the number of teachers dwindling, a sense of helplessness filled the Principal's eyes.
Getting old after all.
The scent of blood permeated the entire playground.
"Reserve Forces, deploy!"
"Flight-type awakeners, take to the skies!"
Suddenly, a chilling voice came from behind the cultists. As the command was issued, figures rose into the air, their awakened items mostly damaged but... uniformly aligned.
"Split!"
"Wings to the sky."
The voice sounded again.
In the air, more than a dozen veterans split into two rows almost instantaneously and spread out overhead.
"Maintain aerial firepower suppression."
The voice was calm. The Principal looked up faintly and saw... Liu Qingfeng's icy face.
When did this guy... get so fierce...
"Physical enhancement type, charge!"
"Segment the battlefield."
"Hit the broad with the narrow."
"Mental enhancement type, support from the rear."
"Support type, be ready at all times."
Liu Qingfeng issued commands methodically.
Although these veterans might be weaker than the teachers, perhaps even unable to fully utilize their awakened items, their coordinated efforts quickly scattered the hundreds of cultists in just about half a minute.
The previous momentum was gone.
Under the morning sun, the merit with twin cloud patterns on Liu Qingfeng's chest seemed to emit a special glow.
Taking a deep breath.
A clear sword chime sounded as Liu Qingfeng raised his right hand and grasped the sword.
However...
Looking at his missing little finger, he couldn't hold it steady.
His expression unchanged.
He tore a strip of cloth from his clothing and tied the sword firmly to his hand.
"Those who threaten our human students must be punished!"
He didn't shout, just stated it calmly, even in this moment, his emotions more closely aligned with Yu Sheng's.
Liu Qingfeng, gripping his long sword, plunged into the crowd.
In mid-air, the veterans swooped over the crowd from time to time, exerting pressure.
The physically enhanced fighters charged headlong.
At least visually, this ragtag group of soldiers seemed easily defeated.
But...
After all, they were just some veterans with battered bodies...