You might not understand the concept of an enchanting demon being reford.
We usually describe such people with just two words.
Connecting to the Immortal Emperor!
By this ti, the sun had already set, and this was not a desert area. Carrie had already escaped danger. Now she could go anywhere on the Western Continent, but first, she needed to replenish her annihilation energy, which she could convert by eating humans.
Of course, Carrie had no sense of sha. She walked out of the tent completely naked. For nine hundred years, no human had ever given her such a thorough experience, granting her temporary emotional peace.
Among the remaining three scholars, two were n and one was a woman. Although their skin was dark gray, they had horns on their heads and a flicking tail extending from their sacrum like a whip. Their bodies were so striking that they were all dumbfounded, including the girl with glasses who was equally stunned.
"Quickly kill these three, and let’s do it again."
Carrie twisted seductively. Not only could she replenish her annihilation energy by eating humans, but she could also do it through the Hero Alliance.
"You think you deserve respect?"
Mika slapped Carrie hard, knocking her to the ground. "You caused the death of the commander. You only deserve to be a low-class slave. When your value is exhausted, I’ll kill you."
But instead of being angry, Carrie laughed, her expression even showing a hint of satisfaction.
The three survivors were completely freaked out. They had never encountered such a bizarre person before. Mika was a pure psychotic since the beginning.
The girl with glasses swallowed hard, her youthful face full of fear, dreading that Mika would drag her into the tent for unspeakable acts.
Mika’s most important task at hand was to find Su Yizhana, but he didn’t expect to return to the original place and et them. He had to inform Liszt about Santilla’s betrayal, and then quickly head to Drifting City.
He needed these three scholars to lead the way. As intellectuals, they knew more than the common soldier. Once they reached Drifting City, they could also extract so intelligence.
"Give the Mulong map you have, and also, I need you to lead the way, bypassing all Aran military deploynts."
Mika said to the three while playing with a new model of rapid-fire firearm. This thing was so fast that even a swindler could reach the level of a Gold Level adventurer with it.
And facing a man with tattoos all over his face, who would dare say no?
For safety’s sake, Mika traveled at night and rested during the day.
To be cautious, even though Carrie was now very obedient, Mika still used spell tattoos to transform into iron shackles and handcuffed her to himself.
Yakai Chiyoko was exposed due to the Qi Sect’s heritage and so compelling reasons.
But Carrie was purely a ntal case who enjoyed naked running, with a glowing tattoo on her lower belly that was very eye-catching. They also tore off a piece of the surveyors’ tent to wrap around her as clothing. Hanging in neutral was better than naked running.
She accepted this happily, knowing that once she entered the city, she could invade anyone’s dream. This succubus still wanted to trap herself as a Star Crossbow, too naive.
anwhile.
Holy Spirit Calendar 2690, July 8th.
Drifting City.
Frontline resistance scouts reported that the Aran Army was already scouting and surveying geological terrain at a village 1,900 miles away.
Black Sail had a job.
The advance paynt was three thousand gold dragons. The real reward was Lostra promising to supply Black Sail’s two thousand n with all their supplies until the end of the year, from horse feed even to liquor and tobacco.
War is hugely costly.
If Liszt doesn’t kill a few Aran people, Celeste would kill so Eastern Sea dog pirates.
They must go to battle tomorrow. Tonight would be the last rest. Tomorrow, a thousand n would stay in Drifting City to guard against a surprise attack from Crocodile Island.
Given the ferocity of the Aran Army, they could do anything.
Celeste and her people naturally wouldn’t act. Lostra’s personal involvent was an exception.
The situation had not yet developed into a decisive battle; the skirmishes and probing were the main priorities.
Wolman and his army, along with his friend, the sub-dragon shaman wizard Yiremu, stayed in Drifting City.
Their racial traits were too distinct for the current battle.
Furthermore, Wolman understood warfare and took charge of headquarters operations.
Rein was out again; his last trip to the Great Wetland left him unwell. Wolman’s hotown was both stiflingly hot and humid, which made his furry body extrely uncomfortable. Although the main cities of Mulong had beco quite habitable, Rein still found it difficult and saw a doctor again.
The other core mbers were all mobilized, and Liszt himself was to lead the charge.
At the Black Sail Stronghold, in the command room.
Liszt overlooked the night view of Drifting City, which was sowhat like a luxurious version of Petra Ancient City. All buildings were constructed with rock, and so soaring red rocks were even chiseled into works of art by great craftsn, with internal lighting that was dazzling, rendering the sight almost unimaginable. It was a true scenic marvel.
If war were to wreck this place into ruins, it would indeed be a loss to world cultural heritage. The second largest slave trade center in the world once narrated its legend.
"This place is richer than I thought. I imagined the Mulong hinterland to be just like the Kelor Highlands. Two or three centuries ago, countless people must have co here to buy Star Crossbows and throw crazy blue light parties."
Morison made a shocking remark, straight-faced.
"I’ve never fought in a war before. What’s the difference from gang warfare?"
Shadi rocked on a chair, legs crossed, while Chiyoda handed him Drifting City’s local berry specialties.
"Not much difference. Most of the army isn’t even a match for Doringger’s dogs. Just be more flexible with troop managent when dealing with generals."
Fen was also going on this expedition.
The Army General of Crocodile Island was imnsely formidable. He was one of the few to get off the first wave of trains when the Aran Royal Court test-ran the railway, besides the royal relatives.
The Aran Royal Court wasn’t overly investing in the military presence in Mulong, but they weren’t lax either.
They had specifically set up a war zone in Mulong, dispatching an entire army group, including Crocodile Island, two Vice Admirals, five Major Generals, and nearly ten thousand regular army troops.
It would be tough to defend with just Black Sail, let alone resist or revolt. The alignnt with the Mulong Resistance Army and the Seventh Andnt barely made their personnel sufficient.
The Eternal Sect’s involvent appeared to be a joint effort against Mulong. In truth, it was not. The Aran National Church and the army were at odds, so their involvent was a favorable factor.
The Pope was hoping the Royal Court would suffer in Mulong. He was just building a church, a tool for cultural invasion, and was even paying for it himself. If it weren’t for the fanatics, the Mulong people would secretly rejoice.
"Bro, are you sure you’re going?"
Liszt never treated Chuan Che as soone he could boss around at will. He was borrowed from Celeste, but now he was unexpectedly proactive.
"I’ve talked it over with so brothers. I’ll blast Crocodile Island with a punch. It’ll be my pledge of loyalty and entrance fee to get rich with you."
Chuan Che said, as an adventurer, earning money legitimately. Though Hall-level made him quite wealthy already, allowing him to spend at will, human greed knows no bounds. Wanting to live in a massive mansion, be with beauties from the Sky Inn every day made a Hall-level adventurer’s inco seem tight, compelling him to delve into the underworld.
Typical gangs couldn’t accommodate a giant like Chuan Che. Their earnings weren’t even a fraction of a Hall-level deal. Only ones like Liszt’s ultra-large gang, close to breaking into the world’s first tier, could do it.
"How gutsy."
Liszt gave a thumbs-up.
Celeste too found Chuan Che helpless. She couldn’t sway his thoughts despite paying for him.
"You really shouldn’t go. You’ll get killed."
Liszt advised Nashano.
"No worries, I’m just here to watch over you. If you die, I might end up overdosing and dying soday in the next year or two."
Nashano had his reasons. The Junlin Sword Master was a rarity in centuries but now a gangster.
"By the way, Mika hasn’t returned. He’s probably dead. Let’s feast before tomorrow’s battle and send Mr. Mai off."
Shadi felt a tinge of sadness. Mika had been a friend for many years. Although their grief lasted only five minutes, Mika had no wife or children. With him gone, nothing remained.
"Absolutely, the Yunding Heavenly Palace stays, but the n who frequented it are no more."
Wolman sighed.
"Mika dead? Great, his A-magazines in the drawer are mine."
Archer hiccupped from drinking.
Everyone gave tactical black-faced looks.
Interrogating Archer had yielded nothing. He was purely mad; he’d sober up briefly to cry again. The Dolby surround sound was harsher than Dou’e’s resentnt.
No hope to extract info from him. Just hope he dies in Mulong. The dividends from the founder’s stake would be unimaginable. Giving such wealth to this drunkard was a waste.
Since he only drank, and if he survived, they’d trick him into believing the mission failed, dividing his share among themselves, happily.
"Forget Rein, he’s worse off this ti, might be hospitalized for ten days or half a month."
"Last ti, a few shots and he bounced back. Could he have run into Sindred?"
"What the Hero Alliance? One daughter’s a pink-haired lesbian, the other a blue-haired psycho, right?"
What they didn’t expect, anwhile.
In an inconspicuous corner of Drifting City, Rein had indeed run into that damn Sindred.
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