Chapter 156: Massacre? Or Redemption?

"These are the reasons the Distorted Vengeful Spirits were born?"

"What kind of monsters are they?"

"..."

In fact, not as many players know the true situation as one might imagine.

Especially those free players and the people of the Tower of Order.

Their understanding of 【Aigu Town】 remains limited to the news they heard from the townsfolk.

But the players of the Anomaly Bureau.

Especially the Duke and Old Xiezhi, those so-called knowers.

Wearing a smile, Li Zicheng looked at Chen Chonghui seriously and spoke in an extremely certain tone.

"Anyway, we have to pay Gu Tie a huge fee; paying a bit more 'breach penalty' doesn't matter," another high official said.

Liu Yihua entered the room carrying a fruit platter. Seeing Sister Yan in her current state, his eyes immediately ignited, a hot gaze revealing an unmistakable look of awe. Such a burning gaze naturally could not escape Sister Yan's eyes.

"What nonsense! Our young master is mute; if you're looking for a soulmate, I'm afraid you've found the wrong person!" The scarred giant sneered repeatedly, though his mind was already pondering who exactly stood before him: was he sincerely causing trouble, or just an idiot?

Sun Xiangcai's eyes lit up as he looked at Fang Yan Yi with full expectation. Right now, he was barely holding on; if he really fought against those central special envoys, he truly lacked the courage.

Old Liu would certainly not stand idly by. At the critical moment, when Liu Yihua truly had no other way, Old Liu would naturally step in! A lord protecting his own is only natural! Which family head could tolerate their child being wronged outside?

"And if I say no?" Liu Yihua smiled disdainfully and said. It was clear that this so-called Second Brother was a true gangster. That could be seen from his speech and attire.

Two jade arms hugged Xia Yang tightly, as if wanting to melt themselves into Xia Yang's body.

Hearing this, Ruprecht had already understood Manstein's meaning, but he did not interrupt Manstein's narration; instead, he continued listening to him speak.

Zhu Ganglie felt that as Sha Kuanglan struggled, the layer of golden protective film he had conjured grew ever fainter, clearly on the verge of vanishing at any moment.

This restored some confidence to Zhang Ye. Summarizing the reasons for his failure, it was that his understanding of the fire nature of the Four Yang Flames was not deep enough, so he could not control them better.

However, unexpectedly, Piao Wuzong did not accept the "surrender" of the heavy armored cavalry. Moreover, during the brief conversation just now, someone had already brought over the other half of the heavy armored cavalry, along with the unconscious Demon Archers, Mages, and Dou Zhe experts.

Obviously, the man had helped him out of the corner before leaving, but Ma Jianyao could not feel happy at all. Thinking of the heavy burden of guarding Earth pressing down on him, he felt his heart grow heavy, weighing him down until he could barely breathe.

Wang Zihao was having a blast firing his gun. Seeing a white T-shirt stick out, he aimed and fired a shot. His marksmanship was extraordinary; the bullet struck the iron rod squarely with a clang, knocking it away.

At this moment, seeing three classic, beautifully lined supercars parked side by side on the street, everyone was so excited their faces turned bright red.

Wang Zihao did not hold it against him, walking ahead on his own. What was going on today? Why was Lan Xin not playing her usual tricks? Was she really calling him here to see Xiao Meiling?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but grit his teeth in hatred toward the Paladins. If the Paladins had not acted on their own, waiting until all other organizations had arrived, with thousands of high-level Dragon Speakers and nearly ten Domain Users, such immense power, even if Ma Jianyao and the Free Alliance were formidable, they could not fight against so many with just two fists.

Suddenly, Zhang Yan saw that Thunder Tiger looking at him, its eyes revealing an indescribable light: strange, proud, and defiant.

The High Priest sighed. Nim, a level 151 Saint-tier, although her talent was not high, had already entered the Saint tier for over three hundred years. If she had faced her opponent squarely, or even tested the opponent at the start, she would not have ended up being instantly killed.