"Add two more camera crews. Film them head-on and make sure it's clear."
A priest from the Fallen Angel Church shouted, no longer bothering to hide anything.
By then, the Special Response Team had already stormed into the church, prepared to judge evil in the name of justice.
But clearly, it was all in vain.
A light breeze swept past, and everyone felt themselves wrapped in an invisible wind.
Forget firing their guns—even moving was difficult.
Bax stepped out, completely unconcerned about exposing himself to everyone's view.
"You poor things, puppets being controlled by others."
With a snap of his fingers, every weapon broke apart into components.
As long as one's ability was powerful enough, doing something like this was as easy as eating and drinking.
"Fire!"
The distant sniper had just taken position when the order came through his earpiece.
Looking at his trapped comrades... Pfft!
Energy weapons were barely affected by interference, but Bax had noticed long ago. He looked up at the sniper and pointed with a finger.
Countless streams of cyan wind solidified, blocking the bullet's path.
As the wind churned, the highly condensed energy round collapsed, slowly dissolving into specks of white light in a striking display.
At that moment, the Evolvers from the state Management Bureau finally arrived.
They had originally planned to clean up the aftermath. Once the Rapid Response Team and the Fallen Angel Church's Evolvers had wounded each other badly, it would be their turn to enter the stage.
Casualties could deepen the Fallen Angel Church's crimes.
Lives were the cheapest things, yet under certain circumstances, they were also extremely valuable.
From the very beginning, those ordinary peace officers had been meant for sacrifice. Their deaths would serve as bargaining chips for condemnation.
The state Management Bureau's Evolvers had been brimming