First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!

Such a spectacle made Sato Takashi’s heart tighten.

He might have had little contact with other Great Han people.

But along the Great Han’s coastal areas,

he had encountered quite a few.

That guy—

as soon as you entered the adjacent sea area, if a Tai Island ship dared to go a bit too far,

Great Han fishing boats would instantly turn into warships, flooring the throttle, charging straight at you.

That guy didn’t follow any rules at all.

There was nothing to discuss.

Each one was crazily obsessive to a near-paranoid degree. He didn’t even know how rumors spread on the Great Han side—something about crashing into ships, then opening separate family genealogies, the first incense offerings, county chronicles recording it.

It terrified Tai Island’s ships so much that their steering wheels were almost broken from sharp turns.

Thinking of this,

Sato Takashi’s caution rose silently in his heart.

He looked at the Great Han’s altar formation team.

He said, “Everyone from Great Han...”

As soon as the words left his mouth,

an eighty-year-old shirtless old man charged to the front, carrying a drum. He hadn’t even stabilized his stance yet,

but the drum was already set up.

The drumsticks fell, and the drumbeat exploded like thunder, starting with a rumble, suddenly bringing a storm of wind and rain.

“What are you talking about? Just fight!!!”

What was there to say?

If you want to block, I want to push forward. Since the goal is clear, you come first, I come second. You have the advantage of time and place, so I won’t care about martial ethics.

I’ll just fight straight up!!

Saying this kind of nonsense was useless.

As if anyone was close with you.

With a curse in the local dialect,

the Heavenly Gang formation diagram instantly spread out, facing the enemy.

The main atmosphere’s caliber aimed forward, about a hundred meters in diameter.

Look at the incense-bearing disciples stepping forward one step at a time, dozens of them, steel tridents in hand, covered with spiritual energy, bursting with dazzling divine light.

The incense flames above their heads released swirling blue smoke strands weaving and connecting, flowing into the formation.

This incense combined essence, energy, and spirit; the smoke was the music of the gods, burning while the gods were present, expressing an invitation to the divine will.

The overall meaning was simple and clear.

‘One thousand meters straight ahead, covering a range of one kilometer, boom!!!’

They started with a big move.

The Heavenly Gang formation diagram was dyed and outlined by spiritual energy in the blink of an eye.

With a loud boom,

the world was illuminated by the dazzling divine light bursting forth, lighting up several degrees beyond.

Watch that huge pillar of light strike straight ahead.

Within it swam hieroglyphs formed by various divine powers manifesting in shape, mysterious talismans.

They emitted rolling fierce aura.

Sato Takashi’s heart tightened: “They start with such a big move!!!!”

Raising his hand, he formed a hand seal and lifted it above his head.

The altar technique he used was divided into three levels—lower, middle, and upper—corresponding to hand seals below the chest, at the chest, and above the head.

The upper-level altar technique spell was used above the head, always at maximum capacity.

He had no choice.

If they didn’t immediately go all-out, their three-talents formation might be blasted apart by a single attack!!

With the hand seal raised,

chanting voices rang out continuously.

Radiation covered their altar formation, and amid the spatial fluctuations, chains appeared, clinking loudly.

Crack!!!

The chains pulled out a crystal mountain sealed with talismans, standing before the main altar.

A terrifying attack erupted.

With an explosion shaking heaven and earth,

the crystal mountain trembled violently.

The Great Han’s attack was forced off its linear trajectory, hitting to the side instead. One shot shattered dozens of incense altar tables, killing hundreds of Zhenla mages opening the altars.

The stormy waves were affected by the drumbeats.

Boom! Boom boom boom! Boom!!!

As the drums sounded,

the spirit controlling teammates moved forward with pressure. On each divine sedan, strong divine power floated out in beard-like knots, stirring up the huge waves raised earlier.

The sky and earth instantly changed color.

See the towering waves slowly curling upward.

In an instant, a fierce wind swept through, water tornadoes connecting heaven and earth.

They rampaged wildly, sweeping across the enemy’s three-talents altar formation.

That violent force made the mages opening the altars tremble continuously, their hand seals tightly clenched.

A slight mistake, and they would be swept up into the water tornado, torn apart inside.

The drumbeats grew denser.

The old man playing the drum shook his head and bobbed.

Though it seemed like the old man was shaking his head, in truth, he was shaking people!!!

The 107-person team, with Yingge hammers in hand, transformed.

The eight-foot serpent spear nodded and decapitated helmets, the water-polished Zen staff could split mountains, the pine-patterned ancient fixed sword summoned wind and rain, and the featherless locust stone never missed its mark.

Strange phenomena appeared, and divine images manifested.

A glaring white-foreheaded tiger roared at the sky,

the ground-level Mandarin duck tower splattered blood everywhere,

figures dyed in blood,

the Heavenly Injury Star’s murderous aura surged fiercely!!!

The Snowstorm Mountain God Temple’s biting cold wind,

the round-eyed leopard head stared angrily,

steel spears radiated cold,

the Heavenly Hero Star’s fierce might was at its peak!!!

The old man stopped drumming, pointed with his drumstick, and shouted loudly, a roar heard by immortals, demons, ghosts, and gods alike: “The path lies beneath our feet, the enemy stands ahead, kill!!!”

With that cry,

all fell silent, water roiled, clouds surged.

They charged and smashed, shattering formations with magnificent momentum!!!

This was a grand spectacle!

The spirit controllers dominated the field, incense bearers exchanged blasts, Yingge pressed forward!

Sato Takashi dared not waste words, his hands moving swiftly, summoning residual shadows, as one after another law and command talismans ignited and shot to the sky.

The two side altars displayed their own divine skills.

“Eight million gods heed my command, eight million demons obey my orders!!”

He threw talisman papers.

Spiritual energy surged, and incantations chanted continuously in the air.

“Shift pillow spirit... Mummo... Ghost infant... Kapok demon... Eternal worm... Prajna, Snow Woman, Great Heavenly Dog!!!”

With Sato Takashi’s voice falling continuously, disciples behind him, covered in talismans, stamped their feet forward. Their bodies continuously manifested the monstrous features Sato Takashi called out.

The three-talents formation, just like the Great Han’s side.

Zhenla controlled the field, Hetu exchanged blasts, Tai Island engaged in melee.

Both sides fought back and forth, altar against altar, magic against magic, gods against demons.

The water churned, clouds surged, spells clashed like thunder, magic dyed the nine heavens.

The enemy—Tai Island reinforcements, Zhenla reinforcements, Hetu’s layered spells.

Our side—Taoists wielding swords, monks stepping on lotuses, the 749 Bureau forming ranks, leftist paths flying sand and stones, demon gates sweeping like a storm, trying to correct their ways.

The frontline meat grinder constantly added fresh blood and flesh.

They fought to the death.

Casualties on both sides continuously accumulated.

In the Wu City combat command room,

a giant screen displayed the battle scene while summarizing enemy and friendly casualties with data bars, constantly rising.

Green represented Great Han, red represented Tai Island, Wei Gao, and Zhenla, the three kingdoms united.

Looking at the red data bar, it was almost breaking through the sky.

Although, for now, the battle favored Great Han.

But the people here today—whether they were 749 investigators or civilian forces, leftist demon gates or not,

all had their hearts set on Great Han.

Their purpose, their original intentions, didn’t matter.

Judging by actions, not thoughts.

No fault for not coming, merit for coming!

All were people of merit.

Family troubles were family matters; externally, every sacrifice weighed heavily.

As for the Tai Island and Zhenla Qi Refiners,

though their death toll was several times higher than ours, so what?!

They deserved it!

Qiu Fu frowned, looking on, thinking in his heart, Lu Ding, hurry up!!

Suddenly,

the emergency contact light flashed.

Staff pressed to connect, and a voice came through the speaker: “Deputy Qiu, Lu Ding has arrived. He jumped off the plane and is rushing directly to the battlefield!!”