Chapter 144 Unease

Although it was a bitter joke, Zhang Yuanqing's frustration was real.

Ling Tuo kept making sneaky moves, dominating the direction of the real world even from inside the dungeon.

The evil faction's layout was like a hidden snake, with the Freedom Alliance concealed for a century, extensively planned. Just detonating one chess piece could shake the orderly faction.

In the New Covenant County faction confrontation, the advantages he had painstakingly accumulated were just child's play in front of a demigod-level expert.

There were still twenty days until the Slaughter Dungeon, but even if he advanced to the Lord stage, he would still be like an ant in the eyes of a demigod.

This time, the orderly faction faced an unprecedented crisis. If they couldn't get through it safely, the orderly faction would collapse, and there would be no future at all. He wouldn't even have time to grow.

Fu Qingyang's calm voice came from the speaker:

"Boreas is an experienced demigod. Both her knowledge of the Lingjing and her combat experience match her position. She chose to merge with Thor, which she must have thought was a sure thing, unafraid of the evil faction's schemes, but she still miscalculated."

Zhang Yuanqing was silent for a few seconds. "Boss, what do you mean?"

Fu Qingyang hummed, "It means that there is someone in the evil faction with far more experience and knowledge than Boreas, which is the God you mentioned to me. The Freedom Alliance has been dormant for a hundred years, secretly planning many things. Once it breaks out, it will inevitably bring about a devastating disaster. This is normal. Don't be too alarmed. If you get through it, you can offset all the other party's chess pieces."

Only then did Zhang Yuanqing understand that his boss was trying to enlighten him.

The evil faction had been scheming for a hundred years, and with the help of gods, once they made a move, it would definitely be a shocking event. It wouldn't make sense if it was all thunder and no rain.

This was the foundation that people had accumulated in the last faction confrontation. The orderly faction could only resist it head-on. Enduring it would be equivalent to exhausting the enemy's trump card. It was still uncertain who would win.

If they couldn't get through it, they could only accept their fate.

"The orderly faction has controlled the world for a century, and there are so many demigods, they still have a lot of trump cards. Just wait patiently." Fu Qingyang was like a commander sitting in the battlefield, unfazed by the collapse of the mountain in front of him:

"If the sky falls, there are demigods to hold it up. If the demigods all die, there are Lords to hold it up. When the Lords also return to the Lingjing, when it's your turn, die when you should die. The worst case scenario is just returning to the Lingjing, nothing more.

"If you take life and death lightly, then nothing and no one can disturb your state of mind."

Zhang Yuanqing forced a smile. "I just feel unwilling."

Death was not terrible; what was terrible was not making the enemy pay the price.

Fu Qingyang said in a deep voice, "Then take good care of yourself and prepare for the Slaughter Dungeon. When you advance to the Lord stage, you can at least enter the game as a chess piece."

Zhang Yuanqing hung up the phone and wanted to return to the dungeon to continue his cultivation, but with such a big event happening, he was in no mood to cultivate. If the trouble caused by the two chief executives of the Heavenly Punishment wasn't resolved, he couldn't return to the dungeon with peace of mind.

So he returned to the residential floor and summoned the members of the Return of the Dead.

"Something big has happened!" Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath and looked at his teammates. "You should have already received the Lingjing notification, but the details..."

Sun Miaomiao: "We already know everything."

Zhao Chenghuang: "The two chief executives of Heavenly Punishment went crazy for some reason and started a massacre at the headquarters, clearing their morality values. Now Hua City has also suffered a great disaster."

Zhang Yuanqing looked at them blankly. "How do you know?"

Guan Ya said, "Yuan Ting found out."

I almost forgot that guy's ability to investigate news is comparable to a rule. Zhang Yuanqing muttered silently, and then said:

"Hua City is very far from New Covenant County, so it's unlikely to be affected here, but after this battle, even if Heavenly Punishment doesn't disintegrate, it will be weakened to an unprecedented extent. It's hard to say what will happen in the future, but it won't be good overall. I suggest you return."

Guan Ya and others nodded with solemn expressions.

Zhang Yuanqing habitually wanted to ask them for their opinions on the current situation, but he felt it was unnecessary. A demigod-level disaster wouldn't be helped by Saints chatting until the sky broke. It was like office workers discussing the international situation all day long; the international situation would never change because of their will.

Western suburbs of Hua City.

Two figures appeared out of thin air above the Heavenly Punishment headquarters. It was the White-Haired Marshal and the Silver-Masked President.

The Heavenly Punishment headquarters, covering an area of 68,000 square meters, had been reduced to ruins. The two of them looked down from a high position and saw only broken walls, uprooted green trees, spraying pipes, and billowing smoke.

There was no life here. Some had died, and some had fled.

Everywhere, there were victims dismembered by wind blades, like piles of mosquitoes slapped to death on the wall, with blood splattered everywhere.

Among these victims, some were transcendent, some were Saints, and even some were Lord-level figures, but in the face of a demigod-level disaster, they were no different.

Fu Qingxuan looked a little dazed. The Heavenly Punishment headquarters was a holy place in the hearts of all orderly practitioners. It gathered the orderly elites from all over the world, possessed two powerful Level 11 demigods, had the support of a huge consortium, and possessed the most abundant collection of props.

Orderly practitioners all over the world were proud to join Heavenly Punishment.

Such a powerful organization that had stood for a century had suffered a devastating disaster today.

When Fu Qingxuan was young, she had also thought about joining Heavenly Punishment and becoming a respected prosecutor. Although as she grew older, she was no longer influenced by her elders and had her own views, the childhood imprint was still in her heart.

Seeing the devastated Heavenly Punishment headquarters at this time, her mood was particularly complicated.

"The prosperous version of Heavenly Punishment is over. What an epic weakening." The President sighed, pressed Fu Qingxuan's shoulder, and teleported her away.

The two of them immediately came to the urban area of Hua City and saw the same messy ruins. Not long ago, this area had suffered a terrible hurricane and ball lightning.

Houses collapsed, billowing smoke rose everywhere, and vehicles were blocked on the road, with people scrambling to escape.

Ambulances and fire trucks made ear-piercing sirens, but were blocked on the road because the streets had collapsed and broken, and traffic was paralyzed.

The water supply system was paralyzed, the power system was paralyzed, and people were dying every minute and every second.

The path of the hurricane ran through this area and went to the southern suburbs.

The President opened the item bar, clicked on the wanted mission, checked the location of the flashing red light, and teleported with Fu Qingxuan again.

This time, they came directly to the "destination" and saw Boreas floating five hundred meters in the air. The chief executive of Heavenly Punishment was naked, her beautiful body without a shred of clothing.

One of her eyes condensed lightning, bright blue, and the other eye was as transparent as glass.

She looked down at the vast land, her eyes and expression were dull, and she muttered, "Who am I, who am I..."

The President and the Marshal looked at each other, and the former said in a low voice, "She is indeed crazy."

Fu Qingxuan nodded and added, "But she is also stronger. The aura on her body makes me feel terrified."

"Theoretically speaking, she has a Level 12 position." The President said in a deep voice, "The last one who gave me this feeling was Shura."

As he spoke, Boreas suddenly turned her head and looked at the two of them, and said sharply, "Who am I? Who are you!"

Madness and brutality burst out in her empty eyes.

The President pointed his fingers like a sword and quickly wrote in the void, writing a contract full of mysterious mantras, and said with a light smile:

"Old friend, how can you even forget who you are? Let me tell you, but we have to make a deal. I answer your question, and you pay me a reward."

Boreas stared at them, the brutality in her eyes weakened, and she asked eagerly, "Who am I, tell me quickly!"

The contract in front of the President instantly lit up and then disappeared. It seemed that some rules were being made in the dark.

The President said loudly:

"The transaction is completed, listen carefully, your name is Boreas! Boreas, I will take your Thor's power as a reward."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand, and countless tree-like lightning surged from Boreas's body, gathered in the President's hand, and finally condensed into a bright blue and dazzling thunderball.

The transaction was the most powerful and common ability of the merchant profession.

And like this transaction that both parties agreed to, when cast by a demigod-level President, it was like a rule.

"Boreas... Yes, I am Boreas, I am Boreas." Boreas's eyes rolled frantically, revealing a smile that seemed happy but was actually crazy.

A sword light flashed across the sky, and Fu Qingxuan took the opportunity to attack.

She instantly got close to the Sky King, took out a bright iron sword from the item bar, spewed out a sharp sword energy that distorted the void, and stabbed at Boreas's forehead.

Her sword could easily shatter demigod-level rule-type props.

Boreas was still immersed in joy, muttering, "I am Boreas, I am Boreas..."

Seeing that the sword light was about to hit, she suddenly raised her hand and grabbed the sword.

Green air currents lingered between her fingers.

She looked at Fu Qingxuan and then at the sword in her hand, as if she realized that she was being attacked, and madness and killing intent burst out in her eyes, and she said sharply:

"Die!"

Boom! With a loud noise, the air exploded, Fu Qingxuan's bones were shattered, and her whole body flew upside down like a cannonball, slammed heavily on the ground, and bounced and rolled like a ball, smashing one deep pit after another on the ground.

Fu Qingxuan got up in a mess, her beautiful white hair became frizzy, her clothes were tattered and covered with mud, and she spat out a mouthful of bloody foam.

Her bones cracked, and healed in the blink of an eye.

The President appeared beside her, holding the thunderball in his palm, and said in a solemn tone: "It seems like we can't beat her?"

Fu Qingxuan nodded: "Without the power of thunder and lightning, her position is still Level 12. The fusion was actually successful. The problem is that she didn't extinguish Thor's spirit, so she is mentally disordered."

The President thought for a while and said:

"The fusion was successful... The evil faction didn't lie to her. That's right, how could 'deception,' this kind of small trick, fool her? What is the reason for the failure? Could it be that to become the dominant one, there is still a step missing?"

At this time, a shrill whistling sound came, and large pieces of wind blades descended like a torrential rain.

The President pressed the White-Haired Marshal's shoulder and teleported her away.

As soon as the two of them appeared not far away, wind blades immediately descended again, pouring down like they didn't cost money.

The President teleported away again, but as soon as he appeared, the wind blades immediately descended.

They were always under the Sky King's gaze.

And after Fu Qingxuan's attack failed just now, the two of them did not dare to try to attack again, worried about sending two gods to their deaths.

At this time, thick dark clouds floated from the east, and the humidity in the air increased rapidly.

Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled in the dark clouds, a clear dragon's roar resounded in all directions, making people deafening, and the soul seemed to be cleansed.

Boreas's body trembled, the confusion and madness in her eyes dissipated rapidly, and she found herself in the baptism of the dragon's roar, and briefly regained her sanity.

The Rain Master's dragon roar was best at dispelling falsehood.

At this time, an old man with gray hair and a tall stature suddenly appeared on the scene. He seemed to appear out of thin air, more bizarre and abrupt than teleportation.

The old man was carrying a pot of wine, raised his head and poured it into his mouth, and then sprayed it out in one gulp.

The intoxicating wine was scattered like smoke and mist, causing Fu Qingxuan and the President to sway, their cheeks flushed, as if they had drunk ten kilograms of erguotou.

A layer of confusion covered Boreas's eyes, and the sanity she had finally recovered quickly dissipated, and madness and chaos once again occupied her mind.

The dark cloud rolled in, producing a suction force, quickly devouring the wine in the air.

"Banish!"

The President snapped his fingers and "invited" away the boss of the Wine God Club.

But in the next second, the old Mike reappeared, holding a wine pot, and sneered: "Distance is meaningless to me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ground at his feet suddenly cracked, and two rock-condensed palms reached out and firmly grasped his body.

A crimson flame then rose, and a burly man with fiery red hair appeared in the flame, his palms spewing flames, turning into a long knife, and cutting off Old Mike's head with one stroke.

The head rolled down and was caught by a hand and gently pressed on the broken neck.

And Old Mike, who was held by the rock hand, had disappeared.

In the absence of a demigod in the Knight profession today, alcoholics can arbitrarily distort the rules and turn death into life.

A green light floated from the west, curling up like green smoke, seemingly slow, but actually fast.

Above the green light, a blazing flame streaked across the sky, and the water vapor in the air evaporated, and the heat wave rolled.

"Da da da" The sound of horse hooves came from the south, and eight azure blue horses pulled a chariot and galloped.

The earth cracked, and an old man in a yellow robe with white hair and beard stood on a stone pillar and slowly rose into the air.

The demigods of the orderly camp had arrived.

"Roar!"

A deafening roar attracted the attention of the demigods. A five-clawed dragon with black scales and green whiskers came meandering, exuding an evil aura, and its eyes were like two rubies.

Gu Dragon! A demigod from the Psionic Society had arrived.

On top of the Gu Dragon's head stood two figures, one wearing a cloak and a hood, his face sometimes male, sometimes female, sometimes old, sometimes young, it was the Illusion God of the Southern School. The other was wearing a straight suit, handsome and elegant, with a silver ear stud, a little ruffian.

Terror King.

(End of this chapter)