Volume 1 Chapter 51: The Scourge of War

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Lu Yunduan stood atop the city wall, gazing into the distant darkness. The night breeze brushed against his robes, carrying a hint of chill. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the turbulence within his heart.
"My lord," Zhao Yuncheng's voice came from behind, "we have sealed the city gates and are currently screening all refugees."
Lu Yunduan slowly turned around, his gaze piercing: "Any discoveries?"
Zhao Yuncheng shook his head: "Not yet. But we will investigate thoroughly and ensure no suspicious elements escape."
Lu Yunduan nodded and said in a deep voice: "Proceed with caution. Most of these refugees are innocent folk; we cannot simply—"
It was withered all over, pitch black, and not as cute as before, though its eyes and mouth still retained their former appearance.
Compared to their first meeting, which was only about two months ago, Lin Ye's aura had become increasingly steady and powerful.
Tono Rin sighed silently, knowing that Kiryu indeed had no wish for Shimizu Haruka to join, and she was left helpless.
The three of Hu Sai nodded, raising their guns to blast the corpse slaves' kneecaps, preventing them from moving further.
After the water made the wooden plank float, a prompt to hold down the A button appeared. She held it down, and the protagonist leaped across.
This was a land blessed by the gods, free from natural disasters, enjoying a bountiful harvest every season. Yet, here in old Mondstadt, large-scale starvation still occurred.
"Master, you said all those things; this disciple has no such intentions..." Chu Zhong'an said with a speechless expression.
Although Mrs. Jia was plump and weighed down with flesh, she was idle and lazy all day, possessing practically no strength at all.
The elderly woman next door who had just returned from grocery shopping had crossed paths with Kiryu a few times. Occasionally encountering him in the early mornings and evenings, she held a very favorable impression of this neatly dressed, extremely polite young man. Carrying her vegetable basket now, she smiled as she passed by downstairs and offered a greeting.
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Even a Grade-A anomaly could not endlessly withstand the killing rules of other anomalies without paying any price at all.
"This is the underground ruin we visited before; we are standing right on the altar." I gently supported her arms. Unfortunately, I did not bring my magical pouch with me this time, so I had no warm clothing to offer her.
During the chaos inflicted upon the world by the Demonic Cult, Ling Ziyue shone brilliantly, directly claiming the top spot on the Langya Intelligence Ranking, surpassing Young Master Langqi. More importantly, Ling Ziyue was also among the top ten of the Langya Innate Ranking.
Yet now Han Yi actually felt short of breath, which showed just how arduous it was to trek through this jungle.
Seeing that Kurozawa Gin showed no intention of stopping him, Aoike Shoji—misunderstanding the other's intent—spoke louder and louder as time passed, drawing an increasingly large crowd. The dense sea of bobbing heads all around was filled with curious and gossipy expressions on their faces.
The migration scene was particularly breathtaking, with thousands of treant warriors marching through a waist-deep sea of trees, occasionally blowing deep horns—a summons from the ancient trees of war far away.
The sea breeze carried roaring waves, surging and rolling. Black-and-white gulls beat their wings in flocks, densely packed like an array, swooping low over the tops of giant reefs and fluttering past the canvas-and-sword sails of massive galleons. Li Yue stood proudly at the bow, his eyes like a solitary falcon, his face as cold as ice. Behind him stood over a hundred green-robed, armored soldiers, accompanied by several hundred alien warriors clad in leather armor.
Following the first, a second self-detonation echoed, and then came a dense succession of self-detonation sounds. Dozens of miles in front of the defensive array, elderly men were detonating themselves. With each explosion, a brilliant mushroom cloud bloomed at the site.
Afterward, Daji changed. She no longer tried to bewitch King Zhou, but instead treated him sincerely, even persuading King Zhou to abolish harsh punishments and show compassion for the subjects of Zhaoge.
If the people at the scene were not from the Han family, but rather from the Zhang family, Kim Jong-kook would not have been so courteous.
The address was still unknown, but the recipient on the envelope had changed to Professor Agasa, and the sender's name was simply the letter "I".
"Uh~ Actually, it's like this... Never mind, I'd better go outside!" Liu Ran scratched his head, originally wanting to say what could possibly stop their team in this world now, but recalling the "malice" that had appeared twice in a row and almost caused them to disband, he quickly changed his words.
Undressing a drowning person was the most natural thing to do, but since their clothes had been secured by Fulin, he had no choice but to forcefully tear them off. The consequences of this were self-evident.
I don't think a background like Hua Xiangyu is that powerful. I'm not afraid of the power of the heavens or any accidents, but I believe Hua Xiangyu dares to fight back, while the Qian family wouldn't dare make a single move. A background like Hua Xiangyu's could be simple: it's sheer power and authority, which amount to the same thing.
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In the blink of an eye, boundless impact force enveloped Long Xuan, causing even the blood-colored Ruyi to appear somewhat dimmed.
Lin Jinsè's discomfort was actually understandable. If Fu Shunhua had used a gentler approach to gradually soften Jinsè's heart, things would not have deteriorated to this point.
A faint radiance flickered around Indra, and a dharma image resembling an arhat manifested around his body, protecting him entirely. Yet a fragment still grazed Indra's cheek, leaving a shallow scratch.
However, he was clearly just like her—both eager to control the other. This was a silent contest; whoever seized the other's lifeline first would win.
No matter how ugly the banners were, they did not prevent these thousand-odd men from marching in a grand, imposing manner through the city gates of Rongcheng under the watchful eyes of Fuzhou's soldiers and citizens.
On the journey back, he suddenly realized a problem: in this scorching heat, why had he traveled so far just to fool around? Couldn't he relieve his boredom right in Rongcheng? Even if not in Rongcheng, couldn't he do it in the surrounding areas?
"That makes it sound as though your master has always been harsh on you!" The old lunatic frowned slightly.
"No, no, no. You were the one who asked to talk about him; I didn't bring him up initiatively. Tell me, what's wrong with him?" I picked up my cup of coffee and took a sip. To be honest, I'm not very good at appreciating such a sophisticated drink as coffee; I still find drinking tea much more comfortable.
With a gentle swipe, the weeds before his eyes collapsed abruptly, the shining fluorescent light vanished instantly, a cool breeze swept past, and silence returned once more.
As for the head teacher, his expression turned extremely ugly. If Li Feixing hated Gong Yucheng so deeply and pursued a policy of absolute retaliation, what kind of favorable treatment could he—an accomplice—possibly expect?
Sure enough, Gongsun Xuan stopped, looked at the fierce beasts preparing to attack, and said helplessly, "Fine, let's defeat the enemy in front of us first, and I'll deal with you later." With that, she brandished the Juxian Sword and charged out.
The soldiers' action met no obstruction; within a single quarter of an hour, they had fully secured the city's inhabitants, subsequently bursting into the ministers' estates and placing over sixty percent of the ministers under control.
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