aircannonsinc Chapter 65 The Increasingly Chaotic Situation
Chapter 65 The Increasingly Chaotic Situation
"Boss..."
The magician stared at the human figure a few meters away, its limbs bent backwards and lying prone on the ground—the clown costume used for the performance was now punctured by twisted joints, and the spinal joints pierced through its back like centipedes.
"Kill...me..." A hoarse voice squeezed out from deep within the monster's throat.
"I... am... about to... lose... control... myself."
The head, barely maintaining its human shape, was tilted back at an eerie angle, with the painted face of the "clown" writhing beneath the skin.
The magician's knuckles cracked as he gripped the gun, revealing a hint of reluctance.
He lowered his voice and turned to the fortune teller behind him, saying, "If things go wrong, just shoot. Don't hesitate."
"Hmm," the fortune teller nodded, flicking the safety off the pistol with his finger, the creaking sound of the metal bearings turning clearly audible.
The magician walked forward slowly, each step light, as if afraid of provoking a strong reaction from the monster.
The clown, now transformed into a monster, remained motionless, only groaning in pain.
He was clearly on the verge of losing control of his madness.
Just a step or two away from the monster, the magician suddenly ripped open the front of his tuxedo, and the golden talisman hidden in his heart was pulled out with two fingers.
"Dows!" The magician's roar and the sound of shattering talismans rang out simultaneously. The fortune teller reflexively lowered his head, catching a glimpse of the captain slamming the talisman hard against the monster's forehead.
The intense white light engulfed the entire room, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of burning sulfur.
The clown's curled-up body convulsed and contracted in the bright light, his bent bones forcibly twisted back to their original shape.
As the last ray of light faded, the young clown lay naked in a pool of blood, his body covered in festering wounds that still oozed bright red liquid.
Although his appearance was eerie, his faint breathing revealed one fact—he was still alive.
The magician knelt down and pulled off his tuxedo to wrap around him, the cold sweat seeping from the back of his neck already soaking through his shirt collar.
If he had misjudged the situation and the Joker hadn't been able to control himself, then everyone present might have...
He sighed inwardly that he was really not suited for this line of work—he had used all his trump cards to save this newcomer.
"Seven thousand pounds...you can repay it in your next life, if there is a next life..."
The magician pressed his knee down on the clown's unconsciously convulsing calf, and blood-stained remnants of the talisman fell through his fingers.
"Take him with us, let's retreat immediately..."
He was about to get up when he suddenly stumbled. If he hadn't stopped in time, he probably would have fallen to the ground.
Sure enough, that notebook also had an impact on me... The magician recalled the scene of studying the notebook over the past two days.
Although he didn't have direct contact with it, he did indeed spend several days closely examining it.
If the Joker is acting strangely, then the "Antigonus" notebook, which is the source of the problem, cannot possibly remain completely unaffected.
He has been secretly corrupted.
"Oh no..." The magician suddenly realized that the Antigonus family notebook might be in a bad state.
"Take him away first, then evacuate all the workers," the magician ordered his subordinate.
"And those tourists."
"Go quickly!"
There's no way a small team could effectively run a circus.
A small circus still has a large number of workers and related maintenance personnel.
Stage setup, tent construction, animal husbandry and care, ticket and balloon sales—people are needed for everything.
There are already over a hundred workers in the circus alone, not to mention the huge number of tourists outside.
If an accident occurs in such a crowded place, the consequences are unimaginable.
The authorities won't let them off the hook, nor will the higher-ups in the society.
"But Captain, you are now..." The fortune teller hesitated, as his captain's condition was truly worrying.
"Go now! That's an order!" The magician urged his subordinates, his face ashen.
"Okay, I'll go right away."
Seeing the fortune teller carry the clown away, the magician took a deep breath.
"I guess I'll have no holidays this year."
He steadied himself and looked in the direction of his room.
Thanks to the "Joker's" abilities, he was able to move swiftly even when he was slightly contaminated.
The team leader should take on the dangerous work himself... This is something he learned from a senior colleague many years ago.
Upon arriving at his room and sensing the unusual activity around him, the magician's expression turned even colder.
The unusual spiritual fluctuations around him confirmed his suspicions: the Antigonus family's notes had undergone a transformation.
"Come on...come quickly..."
He felt a calling, a call from the notebook, a call from the extraordinary one of the "Diviner" path.
"We mustn't let it affect us..."
"Click"
The magician bit his tongue, savoring the rusty taste in his mouth, and successfully regained his senses.
He's been using this trick for many years.
Pain can be a good medicine in times of danger.
Temptation and seduction are nothing compared to suffering.
Being clear-headed at any time is always a trump card.
The magician conjured up an "explosion" talisman as if by magic, held it in his palm, and opened the door to the room.
……
"Run! Everyone, run!"
"There's a fire here! If you don't want to get burned, get out of here now!"
"What?! There's a fire!" Upon hearing the fortune teller's words, the workers who were busy with their tasks immediately stopped what they were doing.
They all rushed out in a frantic hurry, yelling and shouting as they ran. If the tent doors hadn't been opened wide enough, they probably would have blocked the way.
After a period of commotion, the once bustling performance tent suddenly became completely empty.
"I hope there won't be a stampede..." the fortune teller said with some concern.
"Oh, and those tourists outside also need to be evacuated..."
"Something terrible has happened, boss!"
At the same time, another clown in the team ran over anxiously.
"What are you doing here?" The fortune teller was somewhat surprised to see the person who had come.
"Now that you're here, hurry up and help me evacuate..."
"No, my business is more urgent, huff... huff."
"No, listen to me first, the captain is now..."
"No, no, you go first..."
The two of them struggled for a while.
"I'm so anxious! Just say it!" The fortune teller was getting annoyed by his teammate's breathless words.
"Phew, um, the substitutes... there's a team of substitutes outside!"
"The circus has been cordoned off!"
"Finally, I said it..." The clown breathed a sigh of relief.
"The one who takes the punishment..." Upon hearing this, the diviner suddenly collapsed, his eyes filled with disbelief, and he murmured to himself.
"What's wrong with me today...?"
……
"Run!"
"Fire!"
A large group of workers rushed out of the central tent and quickly spread the news of the fire.
"What?! Fire!"
Upon hearing this news, the onlookers who were watching the hostage drama became quite agitated.
They're here to watch the show, not to risk their lives.
Suddenly, the crowd erupted into chaos as everyone scrambled to escape. In an instant, the scene transformed into a human meat grinder—arms entangled, backs pressed together, utterly chaotic.
good chance!
Lanius, who had kidnapped Megos, keenly sensed that this was an opportunity.
Taking advantage of the moment when the punisher's attention was drawn to the surrounding chaos, he grabbed Megas's shoulder, shoved her outwards, and then ran into the chaotic crowd without looking back.
The person administering the punishment was indeed a bit irritable, but it was impossible for him to fire a shot in a chaotic crowd.
"Boom!"
However, a loud explosion was heard not far away, and a notebook with a black cover suddenly fell from the sky, hitting Lanius on the head as he was trying to escape, knocking him to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, an ominous aura permeated the surroundings.
"Ah!" Megas suddenly clutched her stomach and collapsed in pain.
Its baby seemed to sense a familiar yet repulsive aura and began instinctively seeking to be born.