As everyone knows, movies have something called Rookie Protection or Entrance Protection—either way, it means the same thing.
It refers to how new characters in movies always appear incredibly fierce, as if blessed by the gods.
This is especially obvious in Ultraman movies, where the human team can always dish out massive damage as soon as the monsters appear, causing the monsters to stomp and roll around in anger, almost as if the humans are about to defeat the little monsters.
What Yin Lin was seeing now was no different.
That small, skinny demon was being beaten to a pulp, looking like it would die any minute.
Both the Special Forces and the Fail Team were very excited and happy, as if victory was already within reach.
They preliminarily judged this demon to be a high-level demon specialized in magic because its magical abilities were outstanding, but its physical defense was poor.
This matched their previous assumptions about demons.
Yin Lin, however, knew it wasn’t that simple.
The abilities this demon displayed were weaker than even a Low-level Demon.
Low-level Demons could make Yin Lin’s clothes come undone and pull out a few strands of her hair, just with punches and kicks.
Yet this small demon below hadn’t engaged in close combat with anyone, nor had it used any other offensive magic—it had only used one gravity spell from start to finish.
Moreover, that magic probably didn’t come from the demon itself but from the orb it held.
Yin Lin had already seen the orb in its hand, emitting a restrained glow.
She vaguely guessed that it was one of the Creation Artifacts.
“Get that orb, or knock it out of its hand. Don’t let that guy keep it,” Yin Lin decided, treating it as a Creation Artifact for now.
“That is… a Creation Artifact?” Huan Hong also guessed.
“Possibly.” Yin Lin didn’t dare conclude definitively, but for now, she would treat it as such.
Recalling the absurd repair ability of the Immortal Orb, if the orb the demon held was the same, it would be tough to deal with.
“You said you didn’t want to deal with that thing, right?” Huan Hong remembered Yin Lin’s last moment of self-abandonment.
“Big sister, are you still going to argue with me at a time like this?” Yin Lin seemed mature and began lecturing Huan Hong.
At this moment, the underground battle had entered a new phase.
A sea of flames spread across several hundred meters, spectacular and illuminating the nearby area.
The ground was scarred with pits of various sizes from artillery shells and the gravity magic damaging the terrain.
The demon was still fighting desperately and even moved forward, getting closer to the Eastern Alliance headquarters.
Of course, the humans’ firepower intensified.
The Fail Team even deliberately closed the distance, hovering and firing point-blank from just over 200 meters away, dancing on a knife’s edge, any moment risking death.
The demon took even more damage; holes had been burned into its legs by photon rifles.
Blocked at 100 meters from the headquarters and unable to advance, the demon finally unleashed its second move, which might actually be its first true magic.
Even Huan Hong sensed the demon gathering magical power and quickly hid behind Yin Lin.
“What’s with that? You don’t have any shame, hiding behind your junior, huh?” Yin Lin tried to pull her forward but was physically weaker than Huan Hong.
“You have a shield, and the demon can’t kill you. What’s wrong with you taking some hits for me?” Huan Hong’s nerve was indeed thick.
The demon withdrew its gravity magic and spread out its palms, launching countless dense little green orbs, resembling the bullet hell patterns from the Oriental Project’s Scattering Girl Game.
Let’s just call this move Scattering Demon Flower.
The dense barrage was enough to make anyone’s scalp tingle.
There was nowhere to hide within a 20-meter radius, and even at 200 meters, it was extremely dangerous.
Huan Hong clung tightly to Yin Lin’s shield, truly using her as a human shield—not a joke.
Yin Lin took a dozen or so of the demon’s green orbs.
When they struck the shield, a sizzling sound emitted, as if something was vaporizing.
The little green orbs exploded, spraying green juice onto the shield.
The shield flickered faintly but showed no cracks, so it was not a big problem.
A bad thought formed inside her—those little green orbs seemed highly corrosive, the kind of fast-acting corrosion common in games, not the slow corrosion over hours seen in the real world.
This stuff was disgusting—both visually and as an actual attack experience.
“Let go of me! You’re holding me tight; I can’t dodge,” Yin Lin struggled again, trying to shake off Huan Hong.
“Aren’t we good sisters? You want me to eat that stuff with my body?” Huan Hong refused to let go, gripping Yin Lin tightly as a shield.
Another round of dense little green orbs came crashing down.
Yin Lin blocked the vast majority, but one orb slipped through.
Being small made her hitbox tiny, increasing the chance of being hit.
The orb struck Huan Hong’s skirt, producing that same sizzling sound and instantly melting the Magic Girl Uniform.
“Help! I’m dying! I’m melting!” Huan Hong panicked, letting go of Yin Lin’s hand and trying to shake off the corrosive liquid eating away her clothes.
The liquid splattered onto her leg, and tears came to her eyes.
After more than ten seconds, nothing happened.
Until the green juice slid down to her shoe, where it vaporized on contact, melting the shoe.
Seeing this, the experienced Song Wuli immediately understood.
In fact, anyone who didn’t understand what that green orb was after seeing this was a bit pitiful and needed to catch up on some basic knowledge.
Another round of dense green orbs fired out, filling the sky.
The Fail Team members were hit dozens of times by these little green orbs, creating a scene not suitable for children anymore.
Don’t get me wrong—though these little green orbs didn’t do much damage, their insult factor was extremely high.
Seeing the incoming orbs, Yin Lin didn’t dare touch any.
She controlled her staff to fly with unprecedented agility, a flying skill so refined even she felt unfamiliar with it.
Dodging countless little green orbs in the air, she didn’t get hit once.
Huan Hong, however, was in trouble.
She was hit twice in the chest by the green orbs.
Though uninjured, she immediately lost the will to fight.
The demon quickly switched to another move, erupting a large amount of orange liquid centered on itself, like throwing a bomb into a lake, the explosion breaking the water’s surface.
Glue.
Countless droplets of orange liquid splattered up to hundreds of meters high.
Yin Lin couldn’t dodge this either.
Her shield got smeared with the sticky orange liquid, which clung stubbornly and was very disgusting.
Huan Hong was hit hard again, coated by the orange liquid.
Her clothes didn’t melt this time, but her palm stuck to her chest, the adhesive strength surpassing anything known before.
No wonder this demon never used any extra magic until now.
Now it was clear—this guy was probably a Slime reincarnated, the disgrace of the demons.