"Oh God…" Carter muttered in disbelief, his eyes wide. "What is this? Did we walk into... Night at the Museum: Hell Edition?!"
Lance did not respond. His focus was entirely on the chaos. In one swift motion, Lance pulled a magical fan from beneath his cloak—a silver fan adorned with dragon engravings and enveloped in a blue glow.
He threw it like a discus.
WUSH!
The fan soared and struck a group of statues with magical force, blasting three of them into stone shards.
But the shards pulsed, glowing faintly… and within seconds, their forms restored to their original state. Intact. Ready to attack again.
These creatures… could not be killed!
"Damn stone bastards," Lance hissed, frustrated. "This is really annoying!"
Lance took a deep breath, then raised his hand high.
"Lumos."
Not just an ordinary light spell. Lance modified it, adding a flow of magic from this world—transforming it from mere light at the tip of his wand into a giant flare that floated upward, forming a ball of light as bright as a small sun.
"Fwoooom!"
The ball shone brightly above the hall, sweeping away the darkness and illuminating the entire room as bright as midday. The shadows of the statues elongated behind them, exposing the terrifying details of their carved faces.
The light did not harm them—but it made the direction of their attacks and the number of terracotta soldiers much clearer.
In a cold, firm voice, Lance commanded, "Inspector Lee, Officer Carter! Immediately contact the LAPD and FBI. Order a total evacuation. Right now."
Lance did not wait for an answer.
His footsteps echoed heavily on the marble floor, creating ripples of magic that spread like fine cracks on the surface of water.
In an instant, golden flames erupted from his body—not an ordinary flame, but a pure blaze that scorched the air around him, reducing Lance's old clothes to dust, then solidifying into sacred battle gear: the armor of the Lord of the White Sky.
A long, flowing cloak billowed behind him, swept by wild magical winds. Light armor enveloped Lance's body, loose enough for movement yet sturdy as a castle wall. His combat boots were adorned with wing-shaped heel patterns, jutting out sharply like the beak of an eagle ready to tear through the sky.
In Lance's hand, a sword materialized from a flash of light. Its blade was not made of metal, but seemed to be forged from liquid sunlight—hot, dazzling, and pulsing like a living creature.
The light from the sword reflected off the marble surface, igniting long shadows that danced wildly on the walls of the hall.
Without a hint of hesitation, Lance charged forward.
"RAAAHHH!!"
Lance's footsteps shook the hall. Each swing of his sword shattered three—four—five statues in a single slash. Yet, as before, the enemies continued to rise, indifferent to their bodies being cleaved, indifferent to their heads being crushed.
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"Yes! I am LAPD Agent Carter!" Carter's voice sliced through the air, loud and commanding.
"Everyone, over here! GO! GO! GO!"
Chaotic shouts erupted from all directions. Carter gripped a megaphone that he had somehow pulled from nowhere, then immediately directed his voice toward the sea of panicked people pushing against each other. "Don't step on each other, you fools! YOU! YES, YOU WHO ARE PANICKING! You're stepping on that poor old lady!"
Carter's face turned red, the veins in his neck bulging. "I know you white folks get hysterical the moment something explodes! Learn from us black folks—we panic with SOP, not with screaming!"
In the midst of the chaos, Lee had already reached Consul Han and the FBI agents. Meanwhile, Carter became a sort of conductor of anarchy, commanding the crowd with a cowboy's flair.
The crowd thickened like boiling water. Some suited men began to push forward, heedless of who was in front of them, as if trying to swim through a sea of humanity. Bodies collided, some fell to the ground, and then it turned into an instant brawl. Curses and punching hands filled the air thick with dust and expensive perfume.
Carter jumped into the middle of them. "Stop! CRAZY! HAVE YOU JUST COME OUT OF A MONKEY CAGE?!"
But Carter's efforts changed nothing. The screams of women, the shouts of men, and the clatter of high heels created a symphony of hell.
But the climax had yet to arrive.
When people reached the main door and tried to open it—the door wouldn't budge. It was locked tight like a pharaoh's coffin. Some panicked men kicked it hard, but only ended up howling in pain from their own feet.
"Move! DAMN IT! Get out of the way!" Carter forced his way to the front, pushing relentlessly. Where Carter raised his gun, shooting at the door lock. The sound of bullets echoed loudly.
Where Carter pulled the door handle with all his might—it still wouldn't move.
Carter paused for a moment. "This must be some damn magic... this is the work of the devil!" Carter muttered, then turned his body and shouted toward Lance, who was busy playing with two stone lions.
"Lance! The door won't open!"
Lance, without looking, coldly kicked the head of a stone lion and drew his sword—a curved blade, thin but deadly. He cleaved through a nearby Terracotta soldier statue. The stone head rolled and shattered upon hitting the floor.
Then Lance glanced at the door with a cold gaze. "Damn... they even set up a magical barrier."
With explosive speed, Lance shot forward. He raised the Kyōka Suigetsu high. Golden flames began to envelop the blade.
"Move! Everyone get back!"
Lance's voice, unlike Carter's, carried a penetrating power. Instantly, the crowd parted, opening a corridor to the door.
Lee and Carter stepped back, both needing no words. Lance's aura spoke volumes.
"In the name of Vishanti—Flames of the Faltine!"
SWIISSH!
Flames ignited, wrapping the sword in blinding golden light. The air hissed.
"Cut!"
Light exploded from the tip of the blade, shooting forth like a meteor slicing through the sky. Golden fire flowed along the floor, vibrating intensely, creating a wave of heat that forced everyone to retreat.
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