Chapter 359: Right? Right, wrong

If one were to look down from the firmament, in the darkness of this moment, the vast Outside Xinquan seemed to have already transformed into a casting mold and iron flask.

A palm that controlled everything lifted, scooped up a ladle of molten iron, and poured it toward the mortal world. Immediately following, a scorching red tide of destruction spread along the streets, heading in all directions.

Wherever it passed, it trampled, pierced, and slashed everything into mud.

Just like the flames of hell, burning everything to ashes.

The first to bear the brunt were those few merfolk in the middle of the main road, who were frantically gnawing on flesh and blood!

The behemoths, over ten meters tall, hissed. While greedily snatching up flesh, they were already enveloped by the thunderous sound of horseshoes. Amidst the shaking earth and mountains, the iron cavalry advanced like a tsunami!

Amidst the plasma, the massive merfolk, half-dyed in red, suddenly raised their heads. Their amber vertical pupils stared fixedly at the knights, and they opened their mouths to roar. It was not just their fins and gills; the scales all over their bodies opened up amidst the hissing, expanding and swelling.

As if in warning.

But the tsunami was indifferent, unmoved, and simply moved forward.

Instantly, the three long-tailed merfolk stood upright, their claws and teeth ferocious. The one at the very front stretched its four empty arms toward mid-air. In the blink of an eye, infinite water vapor gathered, forming countless blades that hung suspended, shooting out like a rainstorm.

Wherever they passed, even walls and the ground were completely sliced, pierced, and shattered. Under the blessing of the Wasteland Ruins, even the water blades displayed a sharpness not inferior to steel.

The one on the right suddenly whipped its long tail, raising a mighty torrent that filled the entire street from the flat ground. The water waves collided and surged, actually emitting a sharp roar as if steel were grinding.

The tide surged out of thin air, pushing forward!

And at the very back, the most massive leader had already dug out two blood blades and spears mixed with minced meat and corpses from the blood on the ground. On the blood blades, lightning flashed, and the blue light was blinding.

Its body, a full ten meters long, expanded once more, its scales growing and hardening, almost blocking the entire street. As it rose, it was like a giant, casting a ferocious shadow.

But the tsunami continued forward, ignoring the rain of blades and the impact of the torrent rushing toward its face.

Just at the moment of impending collision, the iron hooves trampled!

Amidst the thunder of steel, the Returning Knights roared aloud—

"————Witnessed by the Red Lord!!!"

On the long street, the advancing knight formation collided with the biting, tyrannical flood. Blood flames surged, the formation changed, like a sharp arrow, thrusting forward!

Boom!!!

Invisible water and tangible iron clashed in an instant. In a single encounter, the meat-grinder-like vortex torrent fell apart. Under the combined force of the great group, it was simply as if they had crushed some insignificant dust.

When the countless water blades in mid-air rushed toward them, they didn't even dodge or waver, looking down indifferently, unmoved.

Blood sprayed, wounds burst open, white bones were exposed, eyeballs shattered, and arms were severed.

The rain of blades whistled past like a machine gun, easily tearing through flesh, piercing internal organs, and even passing through the knights' bodies.

But immediately after, the diffused blood was pulled by an invisible force, returning to the wounds. The burst flesh merged again, blood fire flowed over the exposed white bones, and the shattered internal organs were restored in the snap of a finger.

Even the shattered iron armor on their chests seemed to have time flowing backward, returning to its original state. The emblem of the bacterial colony radiation continued to flow with light and flame; at most, there was just an insignificant scratch!

—————【Return to Life, Refuse Death】!

Under the connection of the bacterial colony sacred object, all the Returning Knights were now integrated into one; soul, life, blood, spiritual quality, and even power flowed ceaselessly.

The lives that were already hard as hell and the health bars that were long as ghosts had now completely undergone a qualitative change.

This was the terrifying enhancement brought to the great group by inheritance and burnt offerings.

If it's on, it's on; if it's off, it's still on!

Unless they were completely turned to ashes, even if their heads were cut off and their limbs split, they could aggregate again, not to mention the infinite gains and blessings brought by the sacrifices.

Even if one finger was broken or one person was executed, the life and spiritual quality of the dead would still flow in the bodies of others, so much so that they became crazier the more they fought, and stronger the more they died!

In a brief instant, easily trampling over the sea tide and breaking through the storm, the iron-walled advancing Returning Knights were already close at hand, trampling with thunder, raising a wild wind.

The unfinished roar was still spreading.

And right at the very front, the spear flowing with blood light suddenly extended, piercing out!

The armor formed by water mist was as fragile as thin paper, and the flesh was easily pierced. Then, amidst wild laughter and shouts, dozens of spears lifted, easily hoisting the merfolk, who were pierced like hedgehogs, into mid-air. Blood flames gushed like a vortex, dissociating and splitting, tearing them into viscous scarlet blood rain, splashing and falling.

Dyeing everyone crimson.

The first one!

Immediately after, the second one.

Even the dazed merfolk hadn't yet reacted, instinctively wanting to trigger the tide, but before that, at the tip of the sharp arrow at the front, the iron hooves lifted once again.

Trample!

The advancing torrent easily submerged the terrified, struggling monsters. No wails or hisses could be heard, only the eerie muffled sound of flesh and blood being crushed into mud spreading from the loud noise.

Juices sprayed.

The last massive merfolk hissed, furious, provoked by the death of its companions into its final cruelty and ferocity. The blood blades in its four hands flashed with thunder, slashing.

At that moment, Slan, who had discarded his spear, finally drew his blade.

Ignoring the slashing of the thunder and blood blades, a streak of iron light flew out from the scabbard, swept across, swung out, and returned to the scabbard once more.

Thus, they brushed past each other.

Cut in half at the waist!

The dazed massive merfolk was severed at the waist, a straight crack appearing on its chest. Blood gushed out, and it turned into meat mud under the iron hooves.

In a single encounter, the three merfolk that the Heart Pivot thought were its trump cards were all beheaded.

Just as Ji Jue had requested, exterminate them all!

The great group of knights spreading out was like some kind of ripple of destruction. Throwing spears, sabers, one-handed swords, and even flying axes, with the assistance of warhorses, they began to leisurely clean up all the sea monsters drifting in the water mist.

And even... those water ghosts who hadn't had time to escape!

In less than two short minutes, all the monsters that had broken into Outside Xinquan were executed. The cruel and crazy knights, led by Slan, rushed out of the gap where the wall had collapsed, throwing the things in their hands toward the many pirates on the Long River in the distance.

One head after another, after drawing a parabola, fell onto the deck or into the river water, still retaining traces of trampling and slashing, unrecognizable, so tragic.

But after doing all this, the Returning Knights did not advance rashly, but gave up the pursuit of victory, turned back again, and returned to Outside Xinquan.

This left all the pirates who had prepared for a counterattack stunned on the spot.

Then they reacted, unable to help but be ecstatic!

Strike while the iron is hot; though the ferocity of the Great Herd is well-known, and the extravagance of the Inherited Burnt Offering is beyond doubt, it is ultimately difficult to sustain.

The sacrifices are limited!

Once the power of the sacrifices is exhausted, they have no way to continue!

"Charge, charge for me! Don't let them run!" the one-eyed old man roared, bellowing and ordering: "Their sacrifices are spent, don't be fooled by them, kill them all for me!"

Instantly, the frenzied water ghosts rushed forward again, swarming in.

Then, they saw it... Si Lan, who was charging at the very front, suddenly whistled, and the Returning Knights, who had already run to the front of the gate, abruptly turned, carved out an arc, and counter-attacked!

And then, amidst wild laughter and shouts, before everyone's eyes, they once again pushed through everything like a hot knife through butter!

It was practically like chopping melons and vegetables!

The final blood flames burned fiercely, bursting with dazzling light, actually still retaining a portion of power from the final flare, used upon the enemies.

Watching as many of the Chosen under his command were caught off guard and suffered casualties, fortunately, more reacted quickly and ran out.

But the truly devastating losses made face after face twitch with heartache.

"Don't let them go!" The one-eyed old water ghost's teeth were almost ground to dust: "Kill them all for me, kill them all, damn it!!!"

Under the influence of decrees, sorcerous rituals, and even the bewitchment of the Heart Pivot, the scattered water ghosts were reorganized again, chasing behind in terror, only to see the violent blood flames gradually dim, like a candle in the wind.

Instantly, they couldn't help but be ecstatic again!

Biting down hard, chasing relentlessly...

Then, they heard it once more, the cheerful whistling, starting from the very front!

The wisp of blood flame on the Returning Knights suddenly reignited with ferocity!!!

Amidst the earth-shaking roar, a hideous shadow covered face after face that were stunned and twitching; in the final moment before being trampled into mud, they only had time to look back, crying and cursing their final obscenities.

"Captain, I f*ck your..."

Crack!

Watching all the elites on the ship being ground into powder amidst wails, it wasn't just the old one-eyed man; who knows how many others were beating their chests and stamping their feet, with blood and tears about to flow down.

Didn't they say the sacrifices were already used up?!

How is there still more! How is there still, still, still more!

How does it seem like the sacrifices on the other side can never be used up...

Why! Who can tell me what on earth happened?!

The Returning Knights were silent, only roaring as they severed head after head, crushing bone after bone, filled with joy, delight, and wonder.

Even he himself hadn't anticipated it... it was simply as if the Sacrifice Master had taken drugs; the effect of the bacterial strain this time was truly so long-lasting!

Not only that, it was so strong, so surging, so brutal, with infinite blood flames pouring into his body endlessly; no, he was about to be filled to the brim... no, don't stop!

Now, amidst the flames, thick smoke, light rain, and thunder, the mist seemed to swallow the entire world.

So much so that very few people noticed the blood-red color extending in thousands of threads on the ground.

Between those shattered remains, the blood flowed like a river, silently winding, circulating, crossing the steps, climbing over the mud, and finally, countless amounts of fresh blood gathered in Outside Xinquan, seeped into the cracks in the ground, and flowed into the complex spiritual quality circuits.

In the end, under the purification of fluid alchemy, the remaining wisps of continuous blood light fell into the thirsty blade, and then, following the rhythmic ringing of Panying, those blood lights dispersed again, connected to the blood flames of the bacterial colony, and finally, fell into the bodies of everyone.

Now, on the battlefield, all the blood and life were entirely devoured and converted by Panying, just like a universal sacrifice converter, using the souls and lives of the water ghosts to continue the blood flames of the bacterial colony, continuous and endless!

The terrifying compatibility between the sword Panying and the Dao of the Great Herd was even beyond Ji Jue's expectations; it was simply a seamless connection, a match made in heaven—don't talk to me about charging protocols, voltage, or frequency; the difference in sacrifices was directly ignored, plug and play, it's just that simple!

Even if the resentment and despair within were too heavy to be used directly, and eating too much would cause problems, but... he could just throw it to the Sacrifice Master!

After the Sacrifice Master digested it, wouldn't it just be issued back down!

Between Panying—the bacterial colony—and the Returning Knights, a stable and complete cycle had already formed, continuously performing sacrifices and blood offerings for the Sacrifice Master by absorbing countless deaths.

Moreover, the connection was becoming increasingly tight!

He could feel the excitement and joy coming from the other end, greedily devouring like a whale, accepting everything, without any dissatisfaction.

Delicious, loves to eat, likes to eat!

The Great Herd Sacrifice Master, an attachment of supreme goodness that had no humanity or human knowledge to speak of, actually took the initiative to lean toward Panying, examining it with curiosity.

In the dim underground space, something seemed to emerge out of thin air.

But it couldn't be seen clearly.

Only in the reflection of Panying's mirror-like blade could one see a vague, eerie figure wreathed in blood flames.

From afar, it glanced at the present world, and then pointed a finger.

Toward Ji Jue.

What the hell is that movement?!

Ji Jue didn't have time to react, only hearing a hallucinatory 'pop'!

And then, a radial emblem of the water-drop bacterial colony suddenly appeared on Panying, as if it had been stamped, granting recognition. Immediately after, a set of secret rituals for the Inherited Burnt Offering—on how to resonate with the Sacrifice Master, how to offer sacrifices, and how to obtain blessings—suddenly appeared in Ji Jue's mind along with the flow of spiritual quality.

The steps were so detailed, the process so clear, and the essence so profound, it was simply as if a Heavenly Human of the Great Herd had directly performed an empowerment on Ji Jue, without any stinginess or reservation.

Ji Jue only felt his vision go black, completely confused.

Incomprehensible!

What the hell? Did it just pull people onto the boat after catching their eye? Are you kidding me? How did this damn thing bypass the Red Lord of the Red Band and issue me an official position directly?

That's not right, Big Brother, I'm an Ember!

Don't you look at the profession when you issue skills?!

You just stuffed the top-secret information of the Returning Knights into my arms? And it's detailed to death, as if afraid I wouldn't understand or would forget it, imprinting it into my consciousness through spiritual quality... and even, wait, huh? How does it also come with management permissions?!

Through Panying, which had suddenly been certified as the holy object of the Sacrifice Master, Ji Jue's mind stirred, and he made slight adjustments. Instantly, the infinitely circulating blood light changed as if it were his own arm, accelerating its operation and circulation again, omitting the previous steps, and completely unifying them.

The repulsion and interference of the Law of the Heavenly Viceroy seemed to disappear instantly, operating freely.

Immediately after, the blood flames on all the Returning Knights surged, went crazy, and exploded, just like a gas stove suddenly turned to the maximum, spraying out with a roar!

Holy crap, so strong! So fierce! So satisfying!

Face after face suddenly flushed blood-red, instinctively roaring—it's getting exciting!!!

And just when everyone was immersed in the sudden powerful blessing, Si Lan felt that something was not quite right.

Subconsciously sensing carefully, he looked back.

"Huh?"

"Huh!"

"Huh?!?"

The moment he looked back, the Knight Commander's eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets, stunned like a wooden chicken—he could only see the figure standing and overlooking from the top of the building in the light rain in the distance.

And above his head, the crown outlined by the gathering blood light.

It was like a creation pieced together from broken iron, with hideous edges, majestic and violent.

That scene was all too familiar, but the problem was, in the past, he had only seen it at the triennial memorial within the legion, and the person wearing it...

"Grass, how did a Sacrifice Master suddenly appear?!"

Feeling that unquestionable permission and control, Si Lan was careless for a moment and almost fell off his horse, his sword almost swinging away, his eyes unfocused.

In the blink of an eye, how did the client boss who pays the money become his own supervisor?!

Then this... that's not right! Right, is it right? Seems right, no, no, it's right, it's right, no... then are you still paying the money!

The money must be paid!

For a moment, with a thousand thoughts and a chaotic mind, Si Lan stopped thinking. Anyway, it had nothing to do with a worker like me; let that Sacrifice Master who likes to pretend to be an accountant go argue with Ji Jue.

Don't worry about it, don't ask; if you ask, it's that the Sacrifice Master is awesome, praise the Great Herd!

Praising is all that's needed!

Instantly, the 'crooked-mouthed and squinty-eyed' Si Lan drew his sword again, roaring to the sky:

"Praise the Great Herd!!!"

Instantly, the response was like a tide, resounding throughout Outside Xinquan, echoing endlessly; amidst the billowing blood flames, waves of ripples spread, sweeping in all directions.

Pop—

A shattering sound rang out.

On the flagship deck of the Blood-Washing Fleet, the void cracked like thunder, and rage raged like fire, making who knows how many people break into a cold sweat.

Pacquiao, who was holding the flag, had a livid complexion; to be repeatedly slapped in the face by a group of Returning Knights who were like stray dogs, even if there were differences in the Great Herd's inheritance, ever since he achieved transcendence, when had he ever been slapped in the face like this.

If it were in the past, he would have long since thrown everything aside and entered the fray himself.

But as it happened, the moment he saw that figure overlooking him from the top of the building, he instinctively felt like he had thorns on his back, a chill, and before knowing what else was hidden in the dark, how could he be willing to jump into the workshop's range...

And now, the rabble below were already unable to hold on, crying and shouting for reinforcements; can't they recognize their own status, go die obediently, and contribute some value!

Boom!

A loud noise erupted again, from the palm gripping the spear and blood banner.

"Someone, beat the drums—"

He gave the order: "The whole army, total attack! Those who retreat die, those who fear battle die!"

In an instant, the hesitant subordinates instinctively stood up and ran away; soon, four hunched figures shrouded in black robes were carried up, with missing limbs, blind and deaf.

But the moment they touched the iron drums, horns, and bone flutes, they instinctively knocked, blew, and played.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The blood banner wound, disturbing the firmament; every time it swayed, it set off a loud noise that shattered countless light rains, and the waves spread, like ripples, again and again.

The sound of drums and horns interspersed, eerie and sharp, so high-pitched, disrupting consciousness and perception, and the faint, hoarse chanting also sounded like screams.

Wailing, trembling, sobbing, begging.

Hereby, offer a burnt offering to the Lord of Scars!

In that instant, following Pacquiao's threat and order, all the ship captains gave the order for a total attack, but before the vanguard could even board the shallows, the light rain falling from the sky had, at some point, turned emerald green.

Like fire.

The fire rain was burning, emerald green poison flames rising within it, covering everything, shrouding Outside Xinquan.

Under the irrigation of the rain, those remains that had once been deeply planted with poison flames suddenly twitched, convulsed, opened their white eyes again, and their shattered bodies were controlled by an invisible force.

Like evil spirits reviving, they climbed up again!

Hundreds, thousands, countless... large numbers of severed limbs pieced themselves together, more eerie forms emerged from within, and there were even bloated giants pieced together from the corpses of dozens of monsters and humans mixed in, and even more eerie things.

The corpses, which were originally dead things, now seemed to fly over as if they didn't fear death!

The dead revive, the remains march.

Even without other help, Pacquiao alone was enough to create this terrifying scale. And the reason he brought so many people here was just to create materials!

The Returning Knights roared and charged again, but this time, the trampled and shattered remains actually gathered again, piecing themselves together, as if they were endless, entangling them tightly.

Even that vicious and cold green fire was counter-expelling the blessings of the bacterial colony, interfering with the operation.

The Great Herd's burnt offerings and inheritances competed with each other; he was much more skilled at playing this set than Ji Jue, and for a time, Ji Jue could only respond passively, letting the situation deteriorate again.

More water ghosts had taken the opportunity to drive straight in.

Moreover, under the general mobilization, the proportion of Chosen was surprisingly high, and the threat was even greater than before.

Regrettably... after achieving such great results after taking action, there was no pride on Pacquiao's face; instead, it became increasingly ugly and gloomy.

His eyes were bloodshot, staring fixedly at Ji Jue, and even the crown of broken iron appearing above his head, showing hideousness.

It was you brat who caused the trouble!

The moment he drove the dead to revive, he felt that the remains were empty, life, blood, and spiritual quality had all disappeared, completely an empty shell.

Under his original poison flame planting and conversion, those soul spirits used to offer to the Lord of Scars had all become incomplete, leaving only scraps and leftovers.

The offerings placed on the altar, in the blink of an eye, had been gnawed clean by some dog thing from who knows where, leaving only a few fruit pits and broken bones, provoking the wrath of the Sacrifice Master... If the Lord of Scars had hands, he would definitely slap Pacquiao twice: You damn thing, is this what you use to offer to the Master?! Do you still want to get rich? Is there still any awe in your heart?!

Things like the Sacrifice Master that fuse with supreme goodness will absolutely not work for free; let alone giving for free, even the harshness and brutality are even greater than evil things. If there are no sacrifices, then find new sacrifices!

Now, under Pacquiao's armor, on his back, those overlapping scars of various sizes were shrinking and retreating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Those were all sacrifices he had made by collecting who knows how many deaths and traumas over so many years... If used well, they were all his blood bags and spiritual quality supplies, and even his trump cards for an outburst and a comeback.

Now, he had to throw them into this cannon fodder, and what's more, he couldn't even stop!

The Lord of Scars was always harsh; how could he be so easy to talk to?! It's not like he's his own father, coming when called and leaving when waved; if he comes, he has to be paid, and even crying has to be timed!

Even if he killed everyone in Outside Xinquan, which was now just a shell, how much could he make up for?

"Everyone, all of you, charge for me!"

Pacquiao roared, blood flames rose again, catalyzing the green fire: "Within a quarter of an hour, take Outside Xinquan for me, otherwise, there will be no mercy!"

The harsh blood contract, which he hadn't used before out of fear of others' wariness, was directly activated. Who knows how many people groaned at this moment, and after glaring fiercely at their backs, no matter how much they resisted, they had to leave their warships and lead their teams to charge toward Outside Xinquan. Driving straight in!

Fighting head-on with the Returning Knights and the soldiers in heavy exoskeletons.

At the same time, the flute sounds that had been manipulating sea beasts and monsters became increasingly high-pitched, the pitch changed, repeatedly breaking, and while calling more monsters, the harsh sound lingered in the ears of everyone with consciousness, ravaging their spirits.

The Heart Pivot hiding in the dark finally exerted its power.

Besides that, a white deer covered in tattoos also descended from the sky amidst the loud noise. And in the firmament, thunder and fire rioted; under heavy encirclement, the dark-skinned, withered entropy-system began to guide the thunder, constantly bombarding and raging.

No more reservations.

"Finally getting serious, huh."

Ji Jue sighed lightly; at this moment, there was one transcendent and three rebirths on the surface. In the past, taking down a small town like Outside Xinquan would have been a piece of cake.

It's a pity they really found the wrong place.

"Everyone, rest time is over." Ji Jue sighed lightly, "We can put some pressure on him."

The moment the words fell, the thunder suddenly ceased, the electric light dissipated, and the screams spread sluggishly... right amidst the protection of the water ghosts, the withered woman manipulating the thunder and fire suddenly stumbled.

Falling to the ground.

Looking around blankly, not knowing what had happened, only feeling a chill in her heart.

It wasn't until she looked down that she saw cracks appearing on the alchemical equipment hanging around her neck, and on her chest, at some point, an extra penetrating hole had appeared, with wisps of smoke and sparks rising from the charred flesh.

Her heart was already long gone!

Old Lin.

Had long been lurking in the shadows, waiting for a long time; at this moment, hearing Ji Jue's voice, a wisp of smoke extended along the stench of ionization, and from hundreds of meters away, a palm appeared out of thin air, easily pulling out the woman's heart and bringing it back.

Then, pop!

Casually contracting his five fingers, he crushed the heart that had turned into charcoal.

—Die!

The moment the war started, according to custom, he first instantly solved the entropy-system that was the most threatening and easiest to solve, taking the first city! And then immediately, turned into thick smoke and dispersed.

The thick smoke gathered and dispersed, running in all directions; the moment the evil ghost in the smoke flashed, there would be an extra heart or head in his hand.

This rebirth form was too suitable for chaotic battles and assassinations!

As long as it wasn't a naturally restraining opponent like the entropy-system, or a powerhouse who could take him down in one encounter, he could easily entangle them endlessly; even if he couldn't create results, he could delay time incredibly simply.

The manpower of the Wilderness Gathering finally entered the battlefield at the critical moment.

It's just that expecting the Bai Lu to be as disciplined as the Heavenly Origin or as tightly coordinated as the Great Herd would be a bit of a pipe dream.

Besides, why play with micromanagement? It's completely unnecessary. After setting the KPI and tasks, just like wild dogs, once they are scattered, you don't need to worry about them; naturally, someone will bring back heads!

In just these few minutes, the vast Outside Xinquan was completely shrouded in smoke, shaking and trembling, with constant collapses.

Amidst the rumbling, a wisp of dust fell from above.

"Master Tang, it's your turn." Gou Er hunched his waist, smiling flatteringly: "The boss said, once the problem is solved, there will be plenty in the future."

"Hehe!"

Tang Tang Qian rolled his eyes, "Now you want me to come? Huh? Huh!"

"Too late!"

"It's long been too late!"

Having been dangled by Ji Jue like a fish for more than half a month, even the most iron-blooded sycophant could feel that something was wrong. Why is this grandson all talk and no action!

It's just like a scumbag who pulls up his pants after a free ride; every time he is urged, he says 'Oh, I will break up with her as soon as possible', 'You have to give me a little preparation time', 'If two hearts are united, why does it matter if they are together every day'... Just like that, a burning heart gradually turned cold in the day-after-day stalling, and who knows how many tears were shed.

Now you run over and tell me that you actually have me in your heart, and that you did this just so we could be together in the future... Do I believe it?! I believe in your ghost, damn it!

"That is my senior, a brother of the same Dao of the Great Herd!" Tang Tang Qian accused loudly: "Add money!"

"Alright."

Gou Er nodded.

Pop!

A gold coin was slapped on the table; without waiting for Tang Tang Qian to speak again, Gou Er slapped another one, and then another...

After three coins, facing Tang Tang Qian's eager and expectant gaze, Gou Er smiled honestly and stopped moving.

"Master Tang, the boss said, advance payment is no problem, and the final payment will definitely not be delayed." He paused and reminded: "However, our factory likes to calculate performance."

Seeing Tang Tang Qian still wanting to speak, he lowered his voice and reminded again: "Look, it's fighting fiercely outside; if this is delayed too long, and the heads are all snatched by others, wouldn't it be a huge loss?

Besides, you know the boss's character; could he possibly default on the debt?"

I know your boss's character, that's why I know your boss isn't a human at all!

Tang Tang Qian touched the three gold coins, wanting to speak several times, but in the end, he could only snort coldly, wiped them onto the table, and stood up unwillingly: "With just this little bit of money, I can only work for you for one night at most!"

"You've worked hard, you've suffered."

Gou Er smiled, nodding and bowing, sending Tang Tang Qian out the door, but just before he set off, he suddenly raised a finger and pointed at the flagship of the Blood-Washing Fleet:

"The boss also said, as long as you can drag him down, ten..."

Seeing Tang Tang Qian suddenly look back, he hurriedly added a word: "—'times'."

Boom!!!

Before the words fell, his vision blurred.

Only seeing a 'Biu~', Tang Tang Qian had already disappeared instantly.

As if evaporated from the world.

The only thing that could be seen was a blood-red tail trail speeding out from the coastal industry.

Just like a volcano erupting suddenly without warning, the disturbed flame tail extended endlessly in mid-air, straight forward, drawing a straight line accurate to the centimeter between two points.

Sweeping away everything!

Crashing through walls, tearing down houses, and hacking people along the way!

Even when torn apart, the dead couldn't react.

In the storm that erupted after a snap of the fingers, countless bricks, broken tiles, flesh, and remains soared into the sky along with the air wave, and at this moment, Tang Tang Qian had already smashed into the flagship of the Blood-Washing Fleet like a meteorite.

And he was already within reach of the 'beloved friends and brothers' he had just mentioned.

Instantly, he couldn't help but grin, showing honesty and enthusiasm.

And then, he swung his swords, spears, and halberds, and without hesitation, jumped and slashed directly at the old man's forehead!

"—Old dog, how dare you hurt my foster father!!!"