Chapter 554: The Ancient Alliance Awakened by the Demon King

The Earl of Sipinuoer ushered in the biggest rainstorm since June, and the pouring rain seemed to want to wash away the sins on the earth.

Although Princess Ailin's squad didn't find any human traces in the cave, there was no doubt that this was not something the rat-men could have accomplished alone.

This matter was a big blow to the brave.

Whether in the sense of spirit or in the sense of faith.

On the contrary, it was the Demon King who comforted her, urging her not to give up her yearning for the Holy Light; if she was really defeated by evil, then evil's purpose would be achieved.

"I think Lady Andoni is very right, no matter what you saw in Twilight City, please keep the light in your heart... in the Wan Ren Mountains as well."

Cold Crow City Hotel.

Princess Ailin, sitting on the bed holding her knees, raised her tear-stained face. Those emerald eyes covered with a layer of gray were truly heartbreaking.

"Keep the light in your heart, will the light come?" she said in a hoarse voice.

Luo Yan, standing by the window, didn't answer immediately.

Rainwater slid down the window, dragging long and silent traces on the glass.

He pondered for a while and told the truth.

"No."

Princess Ailin's arms holding her knees tightened slightly, and she didn't ask again.

Looking at the lowered forehead, Luo Yan continued.

"But if everyone thinks evil is a matter-of-course axiom, then they will naturally live in a world they believe in deeply."

From the height of the Void Realm, this kind of reincarnation is probably permanent.

The cruelty of the crowd's thinking lies in the fact that the crowd's fantasies or curses about others often only have 60% power, but will backfire on themselves with 120% weight.

The Ryan people's encounter is definitely not because the goblins in the Demon Capital believe that humans really spend all day digging out the intestines of demons and forcing demons to eat them back.

The situation of the Ryan people will only be determined by the Ryan people's own spiritual world.

The history of the Aus Continent has been verified countless times, but few people have strung these scattered fragments together to ponder.

To put it in the words of this world, this is called "crowd thinking," and in another world, there is a more popular saying, which is "karma."

This is also why, when demons deal with goblins, they won't be punished by any karma, but when they arrive in the territory of Lei Ming County, Lei Ji Dragong was quickly stabbed to death by the chosen one.

The same principle, if the King of Ryan only messed around in Roland City, the gale of karma probably wouldn't blow so violently.

Not to mention abolishing copper coins, even if they returned to the tribal era of barter, the Ryan people in Roland City could only suffer, just like the goblins in Black Wind Castle.

However, they shouldn't have, shouldn't have, Xio-Deng De-Wa-Lu did something similar to Dragong—

This old and dim-eyed captain confidently drove his small boat to the lower reaches of the Running River.

And the people there were thinking about completely different things, and the gale of karma was naturally not the way he was familiar with.

Standing from the perspective of mortals, this is an irreconcilable difference between feudalism and republicanism. However, standing from the perspective of gods, it actually has nothing to do with either.

That is just the coldest and most ruthless causality in the universe.

And what is even more ruthless is that only true gods can see all the causality.

People in the rain can only curse the "injustice" of fate again and again, why they must constantly punish themselves who have been kind all their lives, and sometimes gloat that the one suffering this time is not themselves, and sometimes howl when this sky will clear up.

For example, Sir Dikbin is like this.

Standing on the school field and being drenched into a drowned rat, he felt extremely aggrieved.

He was just doing the right thing on the King's orders, but he had to be sent to that so-called Mountain Corps' Ryan Camp, and stand together with a group of lowly mud-legged people to be trained.

The rainwater destroyed his expensive whale oil hair wax, making his hairstyle, which could remain meticulous even in a gale, turn into a thick piece of kelp, buckled on his forehead where the powder had been washed away.

Sir Wei Sili, wearing a military uniform, walked in front of him, his hands behind his back, like a griffin patrolling his territory.

"Gentlemen, ladies..."

Those leather boots covered in muddy water deliberately stayed in front of Sir Dikbin for two seconds, until a few light laughs that couldn't be held back came from around.

Sir Wei Sili appreciated that stinky face that was gradually flushing red, moved his gaze away, and continued to move forward.

His intention was not to humiliate this guy, but to let him see clearly the face printed in the muddy water, only those who know shame can be brave later.

"Welcome to the Ryan Camp of the First Mountain Corps of the Campbell Principality, you are all Ryan people, presumably you should not be strangers to each other, and know better why you are standing here..."

"Right in that big mountain in front of you, the people of the Holy Light are being trampled by the butcher knives of alien races, they are being disemboweled in a hair-raising way like slaughtering livestock, and their wives and daughters are being locked in cages!"

"No matter what gentle vocabulary your Mother Dikbin uses to stroke the ugly fur of the rat-men, arguing that you are self-inflicted things, but here with us, this barbaric act is no different from chaos!"

A commotion came from the crowd, a few young men who ran out of the rat hole had red eyes, flames of hatred burning in their eyes, wishing they could rush up immediately.

It's hard to say who they are rushing toward, the rat-men are still a bit of a distance away.

Dikbin felt a chill on his back, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and finally temporarily forgot his messy hairstyle.

"I don't want to talk to you about glory, because your King has already sold your knight's virtues for a good price. And I don't want to talk to you about loyalty, because you are not the subjects of the Grand Duke, at least not yet."

"But—"

Wei Sili changed the subject and raised his volume.

"Here, at least at this moment, I will look at you with high regard! Because you are not those slaves who can't live without a master, nor are you those beggars waiting for our Majesty's relief, but a group of men who are trying to find their dignity back!"

"You are willing to pick up rifles with us and prove to those rats who stepped on you like bugs that you are different from those soft eggs, you are a man with a backbone! Instead of an earthworm wriggling in the mud!"

"The army of the Campbell Principality does not accept that kind of boneless thing!"

That impassioned voice fell, and the entire school field was dead silent, only heavier and heavier breathing echoed in the rain curtain.

In those numb eyes, something seemed to be ignited.

That was the bloodiness that had been repeatedly suppressed and extinguished!

Sir Wei Sili was very satisfied with their expressions.

Including Sir Dikbin who was staring blankly, although he was shivering like a drowned rat, his face seemed to no longer have only fear.

There was also a kind of confusion of being beaten up.

That was enough.

No one can become a good thing in a day.

Sir Wei Sili didn't look at them again, turned around, and looked at the young officer who had been standing behind him in a standing posture.

That was the instructor of the Ryan Camp of the First Corps, Raman, who had made military exploits in the Winter Coup and was promoted from a private to a non-commissioned officer.

I heard that this young fellow used to be a carpenter, and Sir Wei Sili hoped he could carve these rotten woods soaked in rainwater into useful things.

"Raman, I leave it to you."

The military boots made a crisp sound in the muddy water, Raman performed an impeccable military salute, which startled Sir Dikbin who was in a daze.

"Yes, sir!"

……

"Saint Xisi above... how could those beasts do it!"

The tranquility of the streets of Lei Ming City was broken by a curse.

A worker who was preparing to go to the factory to work tightly gripped the newspaper in his hand, looking at the headline on the newspaper in disbelief.

The front page headline featured a magic photo.

Although the editor had blurred the details of the tragic state of the camp outside Cold Crow City and the rat dens to accommodate the readers' psychological tolerance, the overwhelming aura of death and the cruel textual descriptions still left anyone with a shred of conscience feeling suffocated.

The children of the Running River were whipped by rats like livestock, just like sardines on the slaughter line, and even the embryos were made into blasphemous medicine—

Not killing all these beasts is simply unworthy of being a child of the Holy Light!

Since the Second Epoch, the Aus Continent had not had a Holy Light War against alien races for a long time, but at this moment, this ancient name appeared in the hearts of all believers who cherished the Holy Light again.

Also mentioned was the ancient alliance.

The dwarf friends who had disappeared for who knows how many years appeared in the vision of the citizens of Lei Ming City again—

The Gaoshan Dwarves who had extended a helping hand to the Campbell Principality in the Twilight Saint Saint Xingsheng Battle had also suffered enough from those rats!

The curses in the streets and alleys didn't stop at the lips.

Under the unity of everyone, the war machine of the Campbell Principality was running at full speed with unprecedented efficiency!

The train station was packed.

The young men carrying simple luggage said goodbye to their mothers and wives with tearful eyes, and boarded the transport special trains to the Earl of Sipinuoer one after another.

Among them were Ryan people, Campbell people, and adventurers and mercenaries from all over the Whirlpool Sea.

Some fought for nationality or bounty, some fought to take back the dignity sold by the King, and some joined with enthusiasm for the Holy Light with just a burst of hot blood.

In the summer of Aus Year 1054, it was not just Mr. Horace who was profit-seeking in Lei Ming City, the vast majority were still those children of Saint Xisi who were pious to the Holy Light.

It was not just the children of Saint Xisi who rushed to the front line.

There were also the children of the Dragon God.

Mr. Saku Jifeng, the envoy of the Gutafu Kingdom, denounced the crimes of the rat-men in the Wan Ren Mountains in an interview with the Lei Ming City Daily.

"This is a blasphemy against life! A stain on the soul! The Gutafu United Kingdom will never allow chaos to swallow our world, even if our Dragon God has long left this land, the roar of the dragon will never condone evil!"

"Queen Aisemata declares war on the Carrion Clan!"

Accompanied by this deafening statement, a special unit set off from Mud City, borrowed the railway of Lei Ming City, and rushed to the front line.

Sipinuoer Castle, temporary train station.

With a long whistle that pierced the clouds, a fully loaded steel train sprayed rolling white smoke, and slowly drove into the station like a panting giant beast.

The wheels just stopped turning, and before those carriage doors opened, a dark green tide surged out from the doors and windows.

That was thousands of lizardmen flicking their tongues.

They were covered in scales, shaking their thick tails, their faces full of excitement.

Most of them were real lizardmen, but there were also some "Dragon-born" mixed in, and there were also many players who had just obtained the closed beta qualification.

These guys were covered in dazzling equipment, some carrying cast-iron hand cannons as thick as bowls, some wrapped in colorful reagent bottles around their waists, clanging as they walked.

They squeezed off the train noisily, some jumped wildly in place as soon as they landed, seemingly testing the flexibility of this new body's joints. Some pointed at the empty air, their fingers sliding quickly in the void, as if operating some invisible panel.

Some excitedly lay on the station railing, pointing at the distant Wan Ren Mountains and shouting, their tails swinging excitedly.

"Damn! Brothers, look! The lighting effect of this new map is amazing! The distant mountains are almost like the real thing!"

"Stop looking at the scenery! Where are the rat-men? My big sword is already thirsty!"

"Team up, team up! Violent hand cannon lizardman looking for a team, need a healer!"

"No healer, do you want milk?"

"Get out! Why are there still such disgusting lizardmen?!"

The characters of players who entered the game through the expansion pack were randomly distributed, and they were counted in whichever lizard egg they were loaded into.

It is worth mentioning that because the expert mode will lose the current character after death and transfer to the normal mode as an undead.

In order not to lose this strong body, most players were relatively cherish their lives and didn't use this rare closed beta opportunity to make trouble.

That chaotic scene was full of vitality, but it also caused Sipinuoer Castle, which had never been so lively, to fall into unprecedented panic.

Residents on both sides of the street closed their doors and windows in horror, pulled the curtains, and only dared to peek at these incomprehensible monsters through a thin crack.

Sometimes they talked to themselves at the air, sometimes they jumped back and forth in place like they were possessed, or because they were fighting for "things no one could see," they grabbed their companions' tails like mad dogs.

In order to prevent riots, the royal messenger rode a horse, sweating profusely, running back and forth on the street, loudly comforting the frightened civilians.

"Don't panic! They are the warriors of the Gutafu Kingdom! They are here to help us deal with the rat-men!"

Shouting to the end, the royal messenger himself seemed a bit unsure, and could only bite the bullet and add a sentence.

"They... won't eat people! Probably?"

In fact, this group of monsters not only didn't eat people, but even behaved more "polite" than most human soldiers, just a bit curious about new things.

A little boy hiding at the entrance of the alley was discovered by a burly lizardman.

Just when the child was about to scream, the lizardman actually took out a few pitch-black candies from his waist bag and threw them over with a grin.

"Hey, kid! Do you know where there are lost kittens or old grandmothers who need to send letters nearby? I mean... are there any hidden quests?"

At the entrance of the blacksmith shop, a group of lizardmen were surrounding the blacksmith standing in front of the anvil with a confused face, buzzing like flies.

"Brother, can this hammer of yours add BUFF?"

"Brother! Quest! Quest!"

"Is your wife caught inside? Don't be shy to say it, brothers will help you save her!"

Blacksmith: "???"

Unfortunately, no NPC could understand what this group of "Gutafu warriors" were saying.

With the departure of a group of players who were disappointed, soon another group of players came up, repeating the same thing, repeating the nonsense they had said...

That behavior was simply more like an NPC than an NPC.

However, this bizarre contrast made the local residents who were originally afraid of this group of lizardmen breathe a sigh of relief.

They just seem to be a bit talkative?

But soon, the residents of Sipinuoer Castle fell into confusion at another level.

Always feel that the brains of this group of lizardmen are not very good...

Is it really okay?

……

The chaos in front of the train station was just a small episode.

I believe that if the residents of Sipinuoer Castle knew the prestige of "under the Demon King" in the Twilight Saint Saint Xingsheng, they would definitely not doubt their combat effectiveness.

This group of guys were "Holy Spirits" in the Twilight Saint Saint Xingsheng, and just changed into a "Gutafu" vest when they arrived here.

The chaos didn't last long.

Just when the royal messengers didn't know what to do, the lizardmen gathered around the train station suddenly seemed to have received an order and ran wildly in the same direction.

【Quest: Walk to the front line of the northern border of Sipinuoer.】

【Reward: 10 contribution points】

【Note: The first 100 people to arrive will receive an additional 100 contribution points!】

100 contribution points!

Seeing this line of numbers, almost all players held their breath, and even began to suspect that the damn developer had added an extra 0.

In the current official forum of "Disaster OL," the three words contribution points no longer just represent transcendent power, but have become synonymous with "Succubus"!

Just when the Campbell people were encouraged by the "Bell," the players of "Disaster OL" were also ignited by the legend of "Little Eagle"!

Saving up contribution points for two and a half years, only to reincarnate directly from a skeleton into a succubus—this story is just too damn tempting—phew, inspiring!

The players of the Great Graveyard stated that they were absolutely not doing this for the thrill of playing a beautiful girl, but for the succubus's initial agility and growth multiplier!

"For the wife! I'm heading out first, brothers!"

A lizardman with the ID "Wing of the Gale" roared, dropped to all fours, and burst forth with astonishing speed, charging out like an out-of-control motorcycle.

"Holy crap! Why the hell are your legs so long?!"

The crowd of players behind him immediately erupted.

"That's cheating!"

"Damn it, stop pulling my tail!"

The "diverse" racial traits of the lizardmen were displayed to the fullest at this moment.

Every player had a different randomized lizardman, and there were even significant differences in the "stamina bars" brought about by their dietary habits.

Those niche lizardmen who randomized into herbivorous traits, while weaker in explosive power, clearly had more lasting stamina and soon gained the advantage in the long-distance run. In contrast, those carnivorous lizards known for their explosive power soon fell behind in the long run, panting for breath.

As for those wild lizardmen who had come from the southwest swamps, seeing the "Dragonborn" all running toward the north, although they didn't know what they were running for, they also swarmed in the same direction.

The defenders of Campbell Castle breathed a sigh of relief.

They had almost pushed their cannons onto the city walls, but now it seemed these guys were truly allies, and they could push the cannons back...

Just as this herd of animals kicked up clouds of dust and sprinted toward the northern front of the Spinor Earl's territory, Mr. Ai Sa Ke-Jifeng, who was traveling north by carriage, also finally arrived calmly at the northern border of the Spinor Earl's territory.

Compared to those boisterous "pseudo-lizardmen," this lizardman who truly came from the Gana Continent displayed full aristocratic elegance... although he had only just learned this elegance from humans after arriving in Thunder City.

The carriage wheels rolled over the gravel and finally stopped in front of the military tent in the center of the camp.

Coincidentally, when Ai Sa Ke-Jifeng stepped off the carriage, the dwarf delegation from the Gaoshan Kingdom had also just arrived.

Just as Ai Sa Ke was looking curiously at that group of shorties, a boisterous, hearty laugh came head-on and slammed into his knees.

"Haha! Look who's here!"

The person who arrived was the envoy of the Gaoshan Kingdom, A Li Ke-Da Di!

This stocky dwarf envoy was like a barrel with a beard, with a bright red nose stuck in a cluster of braided whiskers.

Upon seeing Ai Sa Ke-Jifeng, he acted as if he had met a long-lost brother and, without a word, gave Ai Sa Ke's thigh a bone-crushing bear hug.

"Welcome! A warm welcome! I knew that in this darkest of hours, the old friends of the Dwarf First Epoch, the great people of the Dragon God, would never be absent! Welcome back to this ancient land! We really missed you to death!"

Ai Sa Ke-Jifeng, who had almost been flipped over, was completely bewildered.

Although he was an envoy of the Gu Ta Fu Kingdom, his mind was nothing but a mess when it came to that so-called First Epoch history.

Honestly, he didn't even know his ancestors had been here, and the murals of the Wind Roar Tribe hadn't mentioned this either.

But thinking of the mission the Demon King had given him, Ai Sa Ke still gave a dry cough, straightened his wrinkled pants, and put on a profound and nostalgic expression.

"Ahem... of course, Mr. A Li Ke. The ancient alliance is engraved in our bloodlines; although time flows on, our friendship is like the Sun Staircase Mountains, never withering with time."

Fortunately, this enthusiastic dwarf friend didn't tactlessly add, "Then let me test you," and just kept laughing happily.

He let go and instead enthusiastically patted Ai Sa Ke's scale-covered thigh, loudly praising his broad wings and thick, powerful tail, saying he looked like a great guy who could tear a griffin apart in the sky.

This excessive enthusiasm actually made Ai Sa Ke-Jifeng feel a bit embarrassed.

Who said dwarves were all rigid, stubborn stone-heads?

That guy's mouth was even more glib than a human bard's!

And what Mr. Ai Sa Ke didn't know was that this guy, whose beard was long enough to be braided, was actually even more embarrassed than he was.

The reason Mr. A Li Ke was so enthusiastic was purely because the dwarf's stone-tablet ancient texts said that the people of the Dragon God loved furry things the most.

For the future of the Gaoshan Kingdom, he had also set aside the dwarf's reserve and gritted his teeth to go all out!

It's just that who would have thought the people of the Dragon God would be so sloppy, having long since forgotten the hobbies they learned from the Dragon God.

Just as both of them were curling their toes in awkwardness, the curtain of the military tent was suddenly lifted, and Grand Duke Edward came out to greet them from inside.

At this moment, he was wearing military attire with a highly infectious smile on his face, naturally walking between the two and placing his hands on the shoulders of the two alien envoys.

"Welcome, Mr. A Li Ke-Da Di of the Gaoshan Kingdom, and Mr. Ai Sa Ke-Jifeng! At this critical juncture of survival, that we can gather here must be the will of the gods!"

He cleverly avoided using the term Lord Shengxi Si, instead using the phrasing often mentioned in the First Epoch to narrow the distance between the two.

Looking at Grand Duke Edward walking toward them, A Li Ke-Da Di finally let off Mr. Ai Sa Ke, who had been curling his toes. He nodded excitedly, his thick beard shaking violently with the movement.

"That's right, Your Majesty of Campbell! We had long heard of what those damn rats were doing in the caves! They actually treated our human brothers like livestock; such heinous conduct is simply abominable! This time we must join forces to solve this problem once and for all!"

Ai Sa Ke-Jifeng also put away the fake smile on his face and nodded solemnly, cold light flickering in his amber vertical pupils.

"Queen Ai Se Ma Ta was also extremely furious upon hearing this; the shadow of chaos has actually returned, and we will absolutely not sit idly by! The Gu Ta Fu Kingdom will mobilize an army of one hundred thousand to rush to the front lines to fight; we swear we will not let a single petty villain escape!"

Having said this, he paused for a moment, then slowly turned around and cast his gaze outside the camp.

Where his gaze pointed, a heavy carriage convoy escorted by lizardmen was slowly driving into the camp, the heavy wheels pressing deep tracks into the ground.

And the things loaded on those carriages were even more bizarre, drawing frequent strange looks from the soldiers at the camp gate.

"To deal with those numerous rats, we have also specially prepared some... interesting little gadgets."

Everyone's gaze followed Ai Sa Ke's line of sight and landed on the carriages, only to see that each carriage was uniformly loaded with a huge honeycomb-shaped wooden box.

In every hole of those wooden boxes, a cone-shaped arrowhead flickering with cold light was inserted, dense and numerous as far as the eye could see, like a bristling hedgehog.

Seeing this incredible scene, Kui Ting-Tong Lu, standing in the center of the dwarf delegation, suddenly widened his eyes, revealing an expression as if he had dug up an undead.

As a dwarf lord who had once fought side by side with Princess Princess Ailin and others in the Twilight Saint Saint Xingsheng, he couldn't be more familiar with this thing!

That was the great killing weapon that had once appeared on the Salvation Army's front lines, evaporating an entire clan-rat ten-thousand-man unit in an instant!

Kui Ting never imagined that this thing was actually the handiwork of the Gu Ta Fu Kingdom!

Thinking that these lizardmen were called by that Prince Kelin, his wariness toward the identity of that Imperial Prince grew even deeper.

What kind of background does this guy have?!

Just as the dwarves of the Gaoshan Kingdom were shocked by the unfathomable strength of the Gu Ta Fu Kingdom, the clan-rats hiding in the deep mountains were likewise panicking over the unfathomable strength of their enemies.

In less than three days, the rat-man clan on Bone-Burial Peak had been given a sound beating by a mysterious great hand, yet they hadn't even seen clearly who the enemy was.

What's worse, it wasn't just that they hadn't figured out who the enemy was; even the warlord Shi Laike, who was guarding Bone-Burial Peak, had vanished without a trace!

This rat-hearted coward had actually greased his feet and slipped away!

And he had slipped away just as the fighting started!

Upon hearing this news, "Soul-Breaker" Mo Ke was so angry his nose was crooked; he jumped and screamed in his Flesh-and-Blood Throne Room, flying into a rage.

"A bunch of trash, all a bunch of trash! Truly useless!"

This rat-man chieftain, who was usually arrogant and domineering, now had none of the bluster he usually showed in front of his children.

His massive abdomen trembled violently with his rapid breathing, and the gurgling sound of indigestion was exceptionally clear in the silent hall.

That terrified appearance was not put on; Mo Ke was truly afraid.

Especially the news the scout had brought back not long ago, which made him feel a sense of suffocation.

What was gathering at the border of the Spinor Earl's territory was not just the new human army of Campbell; these shameless human things had also gotten mixed up with the mortal enemies of the rat-man race!

"Aidejia! Aidejia-Kaofuman! Get out here!"

Mo Ke let out a sharp roar, his voice filled with trembling hysteria.

When that middle-aged human draped in a magic robe walked out unhurriedly from the shadows, Mo Ke rushed up regardless of his image, his hideous rat face twisted with anger.

"Is this the absolute safety you guaranteed?! The dwarf's hammers and the human's muskets are almost at Mo Ke's nose! I heard now they're adding a bunch of tongue-flicking lizards! If I'm finished, don't think you'll have it easy! I'll spit out all the secrets! If we're going to die, we'll die together!"

The flying spittle sprayed all over Aidejia; the immaturity of the rat-man was evident here—things were far from hopeless, yet he had already started to become hysterical.

Looking at this ugly magical beast, Professor Aidejia-Kaofuman frowned in annoyance, his eyes filled with disdain for this filthy creature.

If it weren't for the sake of exploring truth and getting ahead, he wouldn't have gotten mixed up with this group of disgusting things.

However, there was no other way.

Looking around the entire Academy Nation, only the Ryan Kingdom could provide such a massive and stable supply of soul donors to practice his and his boss's theories.

"Shut up, Mo Ke; your screaming is more grating than that millstone."

Calmly interrupting Mo Ke's roar, Aidejia pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, his indifferent eyes showing not a trace of human emotion.

"That's just a mob. The terrain of the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain is complex; as long as you aren't stupid enough to open the gates to welcome them, the secret passages and poison gas here are enough to wear them out. Don't forget, you still have the alchemical golems we provided, and our friends in the Ryan Kingdom won't sit idly by... so what are you afraid of?"

That cold comfort was like a basin of cold water, temporarily dousing Mo Ke's madness, yet it did not eliminate the fear of this giant rat.

"Just... a mob? Are you sure they're just a mob? Do you take me for a fool? The... the existence that had already descended in the Twilight Saint Saint Xingsheng was beaten away by them!"

When mentioning that existence, Mo Ke's rat teeth couldn't help but chatter, and a trace of bone-deep terror leaked from his fierce-looking but cowardly little eyes.

That was the prototype of the Gluttonous Rat Geluo—

Uerge Si, the Claw of Eternal Hunger!

The mercenary summoned from another dimension by that great and unspeakable existence had been slapped away by that god who hadn't shown his face from beginning to end!

That clean and neat action was just like swatting a fly!

This was also why the Rotten Flesh Clan had shrunk back into the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain, shivering after suffering a setback in the Twilight Saint Saint Xingsheng.

This was too terrifying!

"... Because Uerge Si is like you, do you want me to tell you this cruel truth? That idiot's intelligence depends on you things; other than having a belly big enough to hold this sky, he's no smarter than any rat in this cave!"

Ordinary people would fear chaos, but the mages of the Academy Nation were not afraid of that stuff, especially mages who had truly come into contact with the Void.

They knew very well that chaos was just one of many projections in the void; when they became powerful enough one day, they could also become one of them.

Aidejia looked with disgust at this shivering fat rat; it was truly a waste of the diamond power on this guy's fat body.

Giving it to him was truly a waste.

After pacifying this emotionally unstable rat, Aidejia turned around and cast his cold, sharp gaze toward the silent shadows in the corner of the hall.

Standing there was a person wrapped in a black robe.

He was a high-ranking "Gravedigger" of the Ryan Kingdom, a confidant of that Mr. Ma Lusi, and one of the bosses of the Holy Water project.

"In the end, this is a mess you Ryan people caused," Aidejia's voice carried a chill of accountability, "I really don't understand why you wanted to incite those rats to attack the humans in the south; do they look as easy to bully as you?"

The Gravedigger in the shadows let out a heavy sigh, stretched out his withered fingers, and lowered the brim of his hood, covering that tired and ashamed face.

It wasn't because of that "as easy to bully as you," as he didn't think he was included in that "you" word.

But because this was indeed a mess, no doubt.

The mages of the Academy Nation often only considered research matters, while the Gravediggers loyal to the De Wa Lu family had to prioritize the interests of the Wang Ting.

The problem of Roland City was far more important to the nobles of Ryan than the Holy Water project. They didn't care about things like the Void or gods; they only cared about secular interests.

If the Spinor Earl's territory wasn't used to contain the Campbell people, that Duke would definitely reach his hand into places he shouldn't.

The Lionheart Knights had already withdrawn from the Twilight Saint Saint Xingsheng, and Mr. Ma Lusi could only play this move for His Majesty, to see if he could pull the Academy Nation into his camp through the pawn of the rat-men in the game of the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain, to achieve the goal of using one force to strike another.

It's just that no one expected the other side's reaction to exceed everyone's expectations; their underlings had just climbed through the window, and something unexpected had popped up in the house.

So much so that before the Campbell people officially took action, a group of cave spiders and little demons that popped up from nowhere had beaten the rats of Bone-Burial Peak first.

This mysterious force not only lightning-fast controlled the laboratories around Bone-Burial Peak but also destroyed Aidejia's avatar left there!

Clearly, there was more than just a prince standing behind the Campbell people; it wouldn't be surprising if they had some unclear relationship with a core family of the Holy City.

Thinking of this, the Gravedigger couldn't help but sigh.

Perhaps Mr. Ma Lusi should tell His Majesty the truth, but helplessly, Mr. Ma Lusi also had his own interests in this Holy Water.

He could only coax His Majesty with sweet words, and in order to protect his own share of interests, promised some wishes that were simply impossible to realize... this was very fatal.

Perhaps His Majesty was the truly pitiful one.

"I'll think of a way."

"You'd better be quick!"

Aidejia gave a cold snort and threw the "Thunder City Daily" he had gotten from somewhere over.

"It's thanks to those stupid reporters who only wrote about some 'rat-man conspiracy' in their reports and didn't let them find any truly useful evidence. If they knew what we were researching, I'm afraid even the Demon God couldn't save us for being so blasphemous!"

This was the only thing Aidejia felt fortunate about.

All he left there should have been a few notes and some raw materials; with Prince Kelin's knowledge, he might be able to see some clues, but he should only be able to associate it with soul ascension or immortality, and it's unlikely he would discover they were researching the essence of gods.

If it were just some evil rituals, as long as they didn't bring chaos or kill too many people, it was unlikely to attract the Inquisition.

After all, it wasn't a thousand years ago; the church's rule in the Old Continent was already yesterday's sunset, and the empire had no interest in non-core interests at all.

However, hearing this, Mo Ke, who had already calmed down slightly, suddenly screamed again.

Rat news was always lagging; he was still living in the fear of a thousand years ago and was terrified of the "Holy Light War" of the Ao Si Empire.

"What do you mean rat-man conspiracy? Where would rat-men have such things? Don't always dump the blame on Mo Ke's head! I'm not joking, if we're going to die, we'll all—"

"Shut up!"

Aidejia swept a cold gaze over, and that mental pressure instantly made this brainless giant rat shut his mouth and scurry back to the throne.

Die together?

Aidejia sneered.

Are you worthy?

Let alone those true sages, even Lord Uerjieer-Akelai couldn't be moved; at most, it would be Aidejia-Kaofuman standing here accompanying you to hell.

Aidejia's annoyance with stupidity had reached its peak; why were other professors researching the Void, while he had to accompany this group of lunatics "living in a parallel world" to act?

Aidejia turned his head again to look at the shadows.

"I will apply for some support, but the top-tier combat power must be provided by you. The professors of the Academy Nation are not good at direct confrontation, and the mages best at fighting have been drafted by the empire to the front lines of the New Continent. The Holy Water we gave you wasn't for you to hold banquets with... you know what I mean."

"Mm."

The shadows flickered, and the figure standing there had already disappeared, leaving only a faint trace of death aura.

Aidejia frowned slightly, then the corners of his mouth curled into a playful smile.

The Gravediggers of Ryan seemed to be getting serious.

"It seems... I can look forward to it."