A Small Accident

Sixteen divine swords, eight to the left and eight to the right, surged toward the sacred eagle and phoenix. The eagle let out a piercing cry, its thunderous claws flashing forward, instantly batting away two blades. The remaining six struck its body directly, severing its head and wings in a single moment.

Passing through vast swathes of insect hordes, the ground revealed a massive opening, dark and winding, its depths leading to unknown destinations.

Kang Bo pondered for a moment, then accepted her kindness without protest. They walked into the house at an unhurried pace.

Wei Erhu halted the car. Cao Quan got out from the passenger seat, walked to the trunk, and drew a long blade—a meter and a half, already sharpened.

As he heard footsteps approaching, he slowly lifted his head to gaze in the direction of the sound.

For Attila, this was an unforgivable offense, for her loyalty to the Pendragon family ran deep.

The morning routines gradually quieted, and hundreds of tents filling the desert were slowly dismantled.

She stared fiercely at the monitor on the wall with bloodshot eyes, as if she could see Lu Yinqi through the camera lens. For the first time, she realized the terror of his withdrawn compassion.

The captain meant to imply their luck was cursed; otherwise, why did they keep encountering the insect horde? Beneath his words, he also sensed Jia Youcai’s ill fortune.

All in all, if humanity truly ignored casualties and fought bravely against the insects, victory or defeat would be uncertain. Unfortunately, aside from government forces resisting on the planet, civilian bodyguard mecha operators and mercenaries had long since fled with their employers. No one organized civilians to resist and exterminate the insects.

Japanese car manufacturers, focused on low fuel consumption and economic vehicles as the breakthrough for their automotive industry, naturally eyed the situation with envy.

The Royal United Army’s advantage was not without cause. Thousands of cyborgs appeared across the battlefield, overwhelming the revolutionary and naval officers, who could only suffer defeat.

Several factors contributed: one, the influx of people from the mainland; another, the young families of Hong Kong now preferred not to cook after work.

After ten rounds of battle and comparison, Su Ming had nearly grasped all the details of fighting Hagatha in the Glory Star World.

Originally, Abbot Jin intended to “warmly” entertain Zhu Rengong; after all, more friends meant more paths.

After purchasing numerous mansions, Li Jun felt exhausted—so many places to visit and inspect, it was truly a physical ordeal.

He finished speaking and strode ahead; the bailiffs hurriedly followed, continuing into the depths of the forest.

The navy had already fled. Their battle had been broadcast live, and the navy knew they were heading this way; to stay would be to wait for death.

Zhong Jiu seemed to sense Zhu Rengong's contemplation and quietly awaited his reply.

As expected, including Li Yang, over forty people were called for questioning immediately upon returning to the Xuan Mansion. The interrogation lasted most of the day, and by the time Li Yang returned to her room, night had fallen.

Both Penguin Chat and Weiwei boasted huge user bases, and as the saying goes, “the pavilion closest to the water enjoys the moonlight first.” Before releasing any game, Penguin Games would always notify and promote it to all users.

All armed warships tried to approach the six large vessels, unfurling their sails and rallying themselves to flee south.

Mu Rijie received the imperial edict as though freed from a heavy burden. He suppressed his inner joy, thanked Shao Ning in the hall, and rushed to the grasslands that very night.

“Our agreement is only a heart, not blood. Of course, I am merciful; if you insist, the mechanical heart has a bit of oil—take it if you want.”

As for those of average talent, in several centuries it was not impossible. To exchange for the spiritual objects they desired was quite likely. Jade Crystal, Spirit Marrow, and Bluewood—all rare treasures, seldom seen even by grand cultivators.

This relentless passion, logging in time after time, is a sentiment unique to every DNF player.

Unable to swim, lacking skills, and forbidden from being rescued—what else could one do but wait for death?

This is the crux of everything; every problem might trace back to that one wish.

Under heaven, only you and I could achieve such a feat. I won’t utter frightening words like “rule the world,” but as long as future emperors are my descendants, our families will forever remain allies. The Xiao family will share the fate of the nation, just as the Xia family does.

Xiao Xue looked at the unfamiliar young man with suspicion—not angry at his earlier offense, but sensing a vague familiarity.

“We siblings have things to attend to and won’t disturb you further.” With those words, she pulled Mu Cheng by the hand and left the bamboo hut barefoot.

A blue wind blade traced a graceful arc through the air, skimming dangerously close to the fire lion’s form, piercing through the flames. The once pale blade, after passing through the scorching fire, took on a blue-red hue, its speed increasing markedly.

“Master’s Demon Seed technique truly is extraordinary!” Liu Yu gazed at the sky. In this prison without sun or rain, she had lived for nearly twenty years. “I wonder what realm Master has reached now?” With those words, she vanished atop Purple Mountain.

Helian Yue treated her so well—wrapping her bare feet in torn cloth, carrying her onto his horse. Glancing back, he saw her nestled against him, arms around his neck, and felt an inexplicable frustration.

“But why can I not find a disciple named Mei Ziyan in the Valley of the Sage?” He laughed as well, placing another piece on the chessboard.

They understood how to conceal their sharpness, subtly control and persuade others, and ultimately earned odd reputations such as “law-abiding” and “peaceful.”