44 Fanciful Thoughts

Number Nine's expression flashed with panic, but he grit his teeth fiercely, showing no fear. His internal energy surged throughout his body, and the long halberd in his hand cleaved straight toward Fu Can.

Inside the stronghold, a figure dressed in black completely ignored the guards. With just two or three leaps, he arrived at Mo Ti's residence, slipped silently into the room without uttering a single word.

As for the subsequent discussions concerning Japan, Minister Zhou brought up their shortcoming of lacking a navy, stating that they would require support from the United States in order to launch an amphibious landing in Japan; otherwise, they possessed no preconditions whatsoever for such an invasion.

Abducting proud talents of a generation, plundering through sheer force and extortion, infiltrating various factions with the intent to subvert the power structure of the Western Frontier, and monopolizing the entire region—and so on and so forth.

Duan Jizhi walked down this corridor, one he had traversed for over a year, gazing contemplatively at the scenery outside. In a night like this, how much longer could peace possibly endure? Was the tranquility of this metropolis akin to the rolling tides of the mortal world, where once one is swept away, the path of return is utterly forgotten?

Of course, he still bore numerous sensitive identities: the most loyal subordinate of the Esper King Su Yu, once one of the twelve S-rank espers of the National Security Bureau, a renegade who betrayed the agency, a human traitor during the Holy Defense War, an executioner for the Alliance faction during the civil war of 2022, and one of the core enforcers who brought about the utter destruction of the old National Security Bureau.

Only then did Hua Qingyi realize that the man had long since discovered he was being trailed, which was why he had deliberately wandered through Balijie Street.

This was merely the combat aftermath of a casual strike unleashed by Long Jian, yet it carried such formidable might; his personal strength must be terrifyingly high.

Xiaoyue knew that Canxing was about to unleash a decisive and lethal technique, so she leaped away from the battlefield to avoid being caught in the shockwaves of their clash.

Ancestor Green-Robe seemed to transform into a hero in an instant, and no one bothered to dwell on the fact that he had just recently attempted to deal with the Sword Sect.

The stove inside the room burned fiercely, and the water in the iron kettle resting atop it was already boiling, bubbling noisily as plumes of white steam billowed out. Yet, the room still felt rather dry. Fang Jie leaned lazily against the bed, an empty bowl set beside him. He had just finished taking his medicine, and his spirits seemed to have recovered quite well.

Although his initial impression of Zhao Lihua was that she was thoroughly unreliable, her proficiency when lecturing ran deep. In the span of just a single cup of tea, she had explained the intricate process of crafting Summoning Talismans in a manner that was both profound and easy to grasp.

Amidst the terrified gazes of the crowd, "Yama" emitted a low, magnetic laugh—pleasant to the ears, yet chilling enough to make one's hair stand on end.

Hanging up the phone, the rest of the journey home was uneventful, and soon, the familiar sight of his house came into view.

"Hey, hey, Shinmi, you two..." Nashimoto Imai walked over in sheer disbelief and stood directly in front of Qi Shen. Before she could finish her question, Gu Ran stepped forward and exuded a trace of killing intent, successfully eliminating this obstacle.

For someone like Wen Yinannan, based solely on the impressions gathered from recent interactions, the glowing titles resting upon her shoulders numbered no less than five.

As an ultra-popular movie emperor, Chen Sen certainly possessed a certain driving influence, but the audience saw even more of Qiao Shian's own innate charm and merits.

Yet, why had he died such a miserable death right here? I scanned my surroundings, finding nothing save for a half-broken short blade clutched tightly in his hand. The bones of his hand had blackened, indicating he had been dead for quite some years. Moreover, aside from the short blade gripped in his right hand, his left hand seemed to be tightly clutching something else as well.

What on earth did True Immortal Tianzhong do to deserve the torment of a hundred-year heavenly tribulation, and ultimately, the complete annihilation of his soul and spirit?

In this way, the demon race would be unable to recover its vitality for a short time, and perhaps there would come an opportunity in the future to storm straight into their stronghold in one fell swoop.

Xiao Nuo looked up and instinctively narrowed his eyes, because his entire field of vision was suddenly flooded with a blinding golden radiance. Amidst this boundless golden light, a colossal golden giant Buddha glared with wide-open, furious eyes, abruptly raising its right palm.

However, his arms simply could not withstand Sun Wukong's relentless consecutive strikes, even though his cultivation realm far surpassed that of the Monkey King.

He had only just carved a bloody path through a crushing siege of fans to escape, and now if he went to the cafeteria, he would still have to help her show off?

"Horace, rest assured. Grand Knight Commander Dunmore shall receive the honor he rightly deserves, and his family will be duly compensated. I will not allow an imperial hero's blood to be shed in vain!" His Majesty Ambrose patted Prince Horace's head and spoke with a resolute tone.

When Sun Wukong descended from the clouds, Yaowafa and Fawutian immediately hurried forward with welcoming smiles, but the Monkey King paid them no mind and headed straight toward the magnificent grand hall.

Abel knew that this was not ordinary steel, but rather a special material. He had no idea how such a substance was manufactured in ancient times, but the technology back then must have far surpassed the present era.

As for Annie, she could be said to be the ultimate life insurance policy that allowed Zheng Yichen to survive safely until now, and his resonance and compatibility with Annie were equally exceptional.

This man was Zhao Jiujiu, the leader of the Sihutang, the largest gang in the capital. He appeared amiable and kind-hearted, dressed like a wealthy retired gentleman, looking utterly unremarkable as he walked down the street. Who could have ever guessed that this very person was the supreme lord of the capital's underworld?

"Your Majesty, we Tibetans are straightforward people! I rather like this Princess Consort! She has quite the fiery spirit!" Another voice chimed in.

The opponent had clearly come for the Holy Grail of Blood, and Lenore would never willingly surrender it, making a conflict inevitable. Still, Gorden hoped to buy some time—at least long enough to figure out where his companions had gone after he lost consciousness during the night.

He lowered his head with great difficulty, only to see a gleaming, bloodless sword tip protruding directly out from his chest.

Rubbing his eyes and letting out a yawn, Su Lin propped his head with one hand as he lay on Fang Liping's bed and spoke.

"Do not doubt Diana, Helenptina. This is the revelation of the Crimson Moon; if it is not respected, the tribe shall incur the wrath of the gods!" Ella shouted at the top of her lungs.