I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

Dozens of figures dispersed silently into a blocked and uninhabited town.

The number was thirty-two, the first time since the New Year that the town had seen so many humans.

"The 'Holy Grail' team has completed the construction of the barrier base plate. The left wing commander assists 'Judgment' and has begun regional planning. Each team has started working on the magic circuit. Second hand, 10, 6, 3.0. Complete, okay, Inform the adjutant to act according to the scheduled time."

The "magic circuit" second hand is a timekeeping method unique to magicians. Compared with mechanical clocks that need to be seen with the eyes, the timing method that directly acts on the magic circuit is more convenient and more accurate in battle.

There was no trace of confusion among the magicians who dispersed in an echelon. Their style is more akin to that of a military than a magician. The true identity of this impersonal group that excludes itself is a combat unit whose members are directly affiliated with the Legal Affairs Section of the Magic Association. Its name is the CLONE Brigade.

"The structure of the hierarchical isolation barrier is completed, and the area division can be activated half an hour later. If we want to eliminate this land, we can start it in an hour."

The adjutant "Chariot" in charge of the brigade asked for instructions on the communication technique - whether to search in sections and defeat them one by one; or to directly eliminate them together with the land without any fighting.

The former takes less time, and the latter is more reliable.

"Both are carried out at the same time. Let the 'Judgment' complete the division as soon as possible. The 'Sword' team and the 'Pentacle' team immediately start investigating the surrounding area. The 'Scepter' team continues to prepare to annihilate the magic. The 'Holy Grail' team releases the familiars, and then Standby."

A series of commands came from the headset.

"Captain, isn't this too radical?" "Chariot" was a little confused.

"Are they radical? But I think this is not enough. The enemy has not made any moves so far, which is too abnormal. We must find out what they are planning as soon as possible."

"Yes, captain - the whole team obeys the order and speeds up the progress!"

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In a small building in the center of the town, a handsome young man in colorful clothes opened his bright red eyes and said to himself:

"Is it really here? The puppy raised by Barthemero."

The young man's eyes ignored the limitation of distance and looked at the three teams scattered in the town.

"This arrangement, staged searches and wide-area annihilation are carried out at the same time. It is more radical than I expected. Is the commander of the Clone brigade not smart enough to arouse suspicion? Or does he have other plans?"

After thinking for a moment and not getting an answer, the young man shook his head and stopped thinking about irrelevant details.

"No matter which one it is, it can't change the outcome of your destruction tonight. The plan remains unchanged. Team one, team two, and team three, you go to attract the attention of the magicians. You don't need to cause much damage to the enemy, as long as you contain them They, don’t let them leave.”

Dense red dots lit up in the corners of the house. They were pairs of eyes, the eyes of vampires.

The next second, all the doors and windows opened at the same time, and the dense red dots separated into three streams and spread out.

After dozens of seconds, the huge room returned to calm.

The young man continued to cast his gaze into the distance, and his originally tense expression gradually relaxed. The white palm clenched tightly, and when he loosened it again, a strange white mist appeared in the young man's hand.

"Stupid Clone Brigade, you never imagined that the barrier erected to block us would in turn cause you to fall into the abyss!"

The night wind blew away the white mist in the young man's hands.

Soon, a veil-like mist enveloped the entire deserted town, just like it had a few months ago.

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A qualified commander will not ignore any disturbance on the battlefield, and "Chariot" is such a commander. Although he is not good at conspiracy and calculation, he has a very keen sense of battlefield.

As soon as the mist appeared, he issued the command "Beware of the mist" as if it were a conditional launch.

However, after the order was issued, no feedback was received from the cadres, not even a single one.

"No, this mist can interfere with communication techniques."

"Chariot" immediately judged the purpose of the fog, but he did not panic because there was more than one method of communication between the Clone brigade. I saw him taking out a walkie-talkie from his tactical backpack, and with a slight "zilla" sound, a familiar voice came from the receiver.

"All attention, all attention, the composition of the mist has been determined to be the remnants of the 'Night of Varzia', and its effect is to interfere with long-distance magic."

"'Chariot' received, 'Chariot' received, please all personnel switch technological equipment, please all personnel switch technological equipment." "Chariot" issued the order while praising his captain in his heart.

Before going to Italy, he specially asked the Bartholomew family to get a batch of individual equipment used by the British Royal Special Forces to arm his men. At first, everyone didn’t understand it. They thought it had other uses besides increasing the weight. Now, everyone understands.

The deep-rooted traditional thinking on the mysterious side has caused the entire mysterious world to ignore the advancement of science and technology. This is true for magicians, and even more so for the dead disciples of the immortal species. They tend to be prepared for various mysteries, but ignore various high-tech equipment.

Communication technology was interfered with? Never mind, there's still radio.

The scrying technique is interfered with? It doesn't matter, there is also a personal radar.

Do you have the ability to create electromagnetic interference?

With the assistance of modern warfare equipment, the Clone Brigade was not affected by the fog and still carried out its mission step by step.

"This is the 'Judgment'. If you find traces of the Dead Apostles, please give me instructions."

"This is the 'Hermit'. We have also found traces of Death Apostles. They are all low-level miscellaneous fish. No high-level Death Apostles have been found yet."

"This is the 'King'."

After hearing the reports from the cadres, "Chariot" let out a soft snort: "Can't you finally bear it? Except for the 'Scepter' team, everyone else is hunting in teams. You can't let a single Death Apostle escape! That's Keep Bai Yu for me, I will twist off his head with my own hands!"

"As you command!"

The hunting operation of the Clone brigade has officially begun!

In less than five minutes, more than ten low-level Dead Apostles were destroyed by various magics.

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The face of the young man in white showed unconcealable astonishment.

"They actually used those vulgar things. Where is the glory of the magicians they admire?"

After the shock, there was great anger!

"Damn Clone Brigade, why don't you just step into the trap? You have to fight to the death! Well, since you like killing, then kill them as fast as you can. They are just cannon fodder anyway. If you die a lot, you can quickly create The next batch. As a price, I will make you suffer so much that your life will be worse than death!"

The moment he finished speaking, there was a feather in the young man's hand. It was pure white, glowing in the dark, and looked like the legendary feather of an angel.

This is the origin of his name "White Feather", and it is also the most precious token given to him by his father.