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The unrest had not subsided; people in various places began to cause trouble.
Many demanded explanations for the actions of the Judgnt Knights.
Those who had lost loved ones were in imnse pain, but most of them were rely lowly mine slaves. Whether they died in the mines or lived as Judgnt Knights didn't seem to make an essential difference.
This was the entrenched culture of licking wounds in this world.
Everything unfolded as Tang Xian had anticipated, with people outraged and shocked.
But life had to go on as usual in the end.
The influential figures hurried to make statents, aligning with Song Que, declaring their ignorance of the Judgnt Knights' manufacturing process.
The Li family naturally beca the scapegoat for the enforcers of order and an outlet for people's fury.
At the gateway between the fourth and fifth layers, a large crowd of residents had gathered.
Yet Tang Xian believed that in a few days, the situation would be suppressed.
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The next day, at noon. Fortress thirty-nine, third layer, district six hundred sixty-nine.
There were no classes in the district today, but as usual, a significant number of teachers and students would co and go.
While the huge topic brought up by Song Que yesterday affected the students and teachers, it could not change their lives.
The quietness of today seed sowhat out of the ordinary.
In Tang Xian's case, his sense of sll had beco a fantastical ability.
Everything was as Constantine had said; today, district six hundred sixty-nine was indeed a real dragon's den.
And the situation was worse than he had anticipated.
Tang Xian was not in a hurry. He walked, unhurried and with a hint of helplessness on his face.
Passing through the district's main gate and main road, he slowly made his way toward the broadest artificial lake nearby.
The first person he saw there was, unexpectedly, Constantine, which was different from their agreed place to et.
What Constantine looked like twenty years later was unknown to Tang Xian, but Constantine knew him.
Dressed in a red trench coat and with milky white short hair, he exuded a ruffian's air—his deanor today starkly different from when he observed the world from the Watcher's House, seemingly ready to whip out an electric guitar for an impromptu jam at any mont.
By Constantine's side were two other people. Tang Xian was sowhat familiar with them, as Constantine had accurately described them before.
Siren was a male with a charming appearance, while Uranus appeared fierce and rugged.
The two stood to his left and right, with Constantine positioned slightly behind them in the middle.
The most hair-raising sight, however, was the dense presence of Judgnt Knights around them.
As Tang Xian stepped into the district and approached the trio, he was already locked on by countless "Exhaustive Rays".
Their eyes flashed red, entering the highest state of alert, just as when Tang Xian had first encountered these machines.
The four n stood in standoff, with Constantine not moving to Tang Xian's side—he remained with Siren and Uranus.
After a long while, Tang Xian furrowed his brows and said sowhat sorrowfully,
"So this is your choice. You're not here to help today. No wonder your first target was Ganesa. He had to die for you and Siren to truly take control of the entire army. It seems I've been calculated by you."
Siren and Uranus looked at Tang Xian's surprised expression as if they had returned to the fond childhood days when they bullied number seven together.
Touching his nose, Constantine chuckled,
"Deceiving you is an honor for . These twenty years, not a day have I felt as overjoyed as today."
Tang Xian sighed,
"Why?"
"Because you've always made feel, I was just a substitute.
But fortunately, this is how the world works—pretend long enough, and the fake becos real. anwhile, you, the real big boss, will beco the fake."
When one's trump cards vanish or even turn into the opponent's bargaining chip, the danger level of the battle imdiately shifts from sowhat manageable to a life and death situation.
Seven hundred Judgnt Knights capable of confronting Eden's power, along with two powerful Sons of Order, already cast great doubt on the outco of the battle.
But the real killer move was Constantine's betrayal.
Tang Xian, feeling the everyday ebb and flow of people outside the district, was montarily lost in thought.
How many significant events occurred without people's awareness?
His expression grew grave, for this ti, he truly felt danger, yet Tang Xian did not show any sign of panic.
He spoke with a touch of loneliness,
"Actually, to be honest, I have so experience in pretending to be the boss too. It's a pity that with our different stances, we can't exchange our experiences as friends."
Constantine was slightly puzzled. Tang Xian seed too calm. His own betrayal was supposed to be a fatal blow to Tang Xian.
But it seed… Tang Xian was just a bit sad, not horrified.
"Actually, I have really thought about it. After you leave the throne of the gods, you might, like , lead a leisurely life. You could just be Kang Xiaoding, or even if you truly helped in this battle, you could be Tang Xiaoding. I don't usually give people this surna; it ans you're one of our own."
Tang Xian's tone was one of helplessness.
No one noticed that as his words fell, plant vines on the outer wall of a nearby school building slowly climbed up as if suddenly infused with life.
A dark green flower blood quietly and unnoticed.
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