Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high! Chapter 178 Soul Crucible

"Whether it's framing soone or not, checking into it is never a problem."

Franca still rembered the vengeful looks of the gangsters as they faced death when their military camp's lost supplies were tracked down—

"It was them! They were the ones who gave us the stuff to sell!"

"So you were just saying you plan to retaliate by stalking them?" The muscular man narrowed his eyes, seeing right through the little crooks' sches, "And you still have the guts to ss with the military's spokesperson?"

If this isn't framing, then what is? When did these small-ti thugs from Black Street get so bold?

"...emmmm" Bearded Jonathan was stunned, "Fake! They're all fake! They're not spokespersons for the military!"

See! Just as I thought! Lies!

Contradicting statents, falling apart without being attacked.

The muscular man sneered contemptuously, "If their identities are fake, then why did you say it was them who gave you the bullets to sell?"

"It's true! It was really them who told us to sell the bullets!" Jonathan blurted out in panic, his words starting to slur.

"Pfft!" The cold light flashed, and a head fell to the ground, "Babbling nonsense!" Your journey continues at empire

A chilling glint flickered in the muscular man's eyes as he turned to the others, "You, tell , who provided you the goods?"

To these rotten elents from the outside world, the muscular man had not a trace of rcy; these scum could die by the hundreds, and no one would care one bit.

Hearing their self-contradictory accusations and attempts to fra others even at the brink of death, he completely ran out of patience.

Such people deserved to be killed!

Anyway, it wasn't just him aligned with both Black Street and the military camp; even if one channel was cut, another could be started anew.

Kill!

His underlings fell silent, exchanging glances involuntarily, their wide eyes filled with confusion—how could they answer this?

To tell the truth ans death; were they expected to fabricate a story on the spot?

Seeing the conniving looks flickering in the eyes of his subordinates, the muscular man's impatience grew.

Scum!

Having been out for a while, there hadn't been much of the special oil for attacking demons left on him, so he could use them to replenish his supply!

The muscular man stretched out his hand, and ripples imdiately appeared in the space before his palm. An apparatus forged entirely of black steel slowly erged from the turbulent space.

Once at least half of it had materialized, the muscular man violently pulled it out—

A bronze-like furnace, square in shape.

The Soul Furnace, a special creation that burns the souls of sinners to obtain precious oils used to combat demons.

The only thing that can truly harm those high-dinsion demons that mortals can hardly comprehend are the substances obtained by sacrificing souls.

Even a mortal without the talent for Spiritual Energy, in facing death's agony, emits a soul scream filled with pain, possessing sufficient Spiritual Energy potency.

If they from the Heretical Arbitration House wanted to combat demons, they often had to be more demonic than the demons, more spiritual than Spiritual Energy!

Inside the Arbitration Place, a large, never-ceasing furnace constantly burned countless sinners' souls to provide the institution's enforcers with the oils they needed for daily combat against demons. Similarly, enforcers who were out on long-term missions and had a certain level of authority were also allowed to carry a smaller furnace for convenient local sourcing.

The muscular man, who had benefited from being under the young lady's care, was using this contraption for the first ti; not having had a chance before, he sowhat regretted it.

Now, it was an excellent opportunity to use it.

"Ah~ah!"

"Ahh ahh"

Thugs thrown next to the furnace, entering the flas that seared their souls, let out agonized screams that pierced the depths of their beings. The fire did not burn their flesh, yet the tornt of the heat was far more unbearable than any corporal punishnt.

Franca, sowhat unable to bear watching the scene, moved away to use her Spiritual Energy to block her ears.

So who worship demons may still be kind-hearted, while others, even though human, can be revolting.

Knowing so of their backgrounds, Franca also deeply loathed these people, but she could hardly bear to watch this torture based on the soul, feeling helpless.

This was both a punishnt for the sinners and an arsenal that allowed humans to possess the power to combat the demons.

In the presence of real demons descending from high-dinsion spaces, if it weren't for this special material supplied by souls, even the enforcers from the Arbitration House would struggle to gain an advantage.

Fortunately, the souls of ordinary thugs were impoverished and their will weak; they could not endure the burning of the soul flas for too long.

The soul was burned to ashes, and the body that lost its soul's dominion slumped to the ground.

The burly man picked up the crucible from the ground, using a special glass bottle to carefully catch a pool of slightly yellow and sowhat viscous liquid that flowed out from it.

"Just this little bit." Disappointnt was clearly written all over his face.

"I'll keep it safe," Franca snatched it over in a flash.

"..." The burly man moved his lips, wanting to refuse, but he couldn't.

...

Since those hoodlums ntioned these guys before dying, coming over to take a look didn't seem to be a problem.

Even if they weren't suspects, they still needed to put a "good person" stamp on them.

Franca watched the three sowhat strange fellas with great interest, eager to see what exactly they intended to do.

...

"Make a few more, it's always better to be over-prepared."

"Indeed... it's better to be safe than sorry."

Kuang Xin and Dai Lian, in high spirits, prepared traps, planning to give those NPCs daring to covet Yanzi a little shock from the players.

The sky gradually darkened, and Gong Yan, with her arms drawn in, hands covering her arms, asked, "Is it getting a bit cold for anyone else?"

A sense of danger prickled their skin like needles, and Kuang Xin instinctively looked in a certain direction—

Under the dimming sky, green ghostly lights floated through the forest like drifting fireflies...

"Fuck! They're here!"

Old foes! The wolves are upon us!

"Stop digging, damn it, get ready to fight!"

Tis had changed; experienced in facing this old foe, their hands still stained with the blood of wolves that hadn't fully dried, these beasts now reappeared before them.

Aside from the timing of their appearance not being quite right, they weren't particularly afraid.

"Haven't killed you guys in so long you couldn't wait to co and die, huh!" Kuang Xin dual-wielded battle axes, valiantly like an ancient War God.

"Lead them into the traps! Lead them into the traps!" Dai Lian hopscotched anxiously behind him, the bigger the gorilla's muscles grew, the lower his IQ seed to beco.

Two fists are hard to beat four hands, a good man can't fight off a pack of wolves, you're not invincible yet!

Give him a few more months, and he'd probably dare to charge at those Bug Race, orcs, demons, and other disaster creatures alone!

...

Watching the chaotic scene, Franca, hidden in the shadows, pursed her lips lightly.

It seed these people had experience dealing with wolf packs; there shouldn't be any danger.

And these traps, were they set up for these wild wolves?

When power was insufficient, indeed, external aids were needed.

But even when lacking strength, they still undertook this "arduous" task... just because it was beneficial to the people?

During her ti wandering Black Street, she had heard that soone had been quietly clearing out many wolves from Black Forest, significantly reducing the number of "missing" cases among the nearby commoners.

This wasn't a difficult task, yet few were willing to do it.

Without an employer to pay a bounty, such tasks are often left undone.

At this mont, it seed...

"Is this also their doing?"

Was it their own initiative or an order from their mysterious boss they ntioned?

Franca blinked, increasingly interested in the leader behind this organization.

The fight went on for quite so ti...

Watching the three who were still sowhat experienced, ending the battle and gasping for air, Franca stepped forward with her hands behind her back, "Let's go, step out and have a chat with them..."