Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

"What the hell!"

Squad leader Hisoka, clutching the two Fangus crystals, walked out of Captain Moss's office. The humble smile on his face instantly vanished, replaced by an barely suppressed rage and disdain.

He turned into an empty corridor and spat hard in the opposite direction of Moss's office.

"Stingy bastard, two Fangus crystals? Can't that be a little too meager? You dog of a boss, who can be more cunning than you!"

"Who is Lord Michael? He is the God of War who once stood above the clouds! Do you think two mere Fangos crystals could buy your mother and send her there?!"

Hisoka cursed under his breath, thinking that anyone who could get to this position was a cunning old fox.

Clearly, Moss was making it obvious that he wanted Moss to pay for it out of his own pocket.

With a gloomy face, he could only lead two trusted soldiers, walking heavily towards the noisy and chaotic black market trading area north of the relay station.

With only two Fangus crystals, we can only try our luck here!

The market was overflowing with all sorts of things, from rusted spare parts and energy bars to weapons of unknown origin, and even numb-faced slaves...

It can be said that it has everything.

However, after browsing around, Hisoka's face grew increasingly dark as he looked at the "rare" crystals priced at tens or even hundreds of cubic guineas.

Even in this black market, if you want to buy something or get a gift, you'll have to pay at least a hundred or two hundred Fangos crystals yourself.

This could have cost him his life!
While guarding the Dragon Abyss relay station isn't as dangerous as adventurers venturing into the Abyss Zone, it's still a job where your life hangs in the balance.

Earning some Fangos crystals isn't easy!

"Captain, what...should we buy?"

One of his trusted soldiers asked cautiously, his heart pounding as he looked at Hisoka's grim face.

The higher-ups are exploiting the team leader; the team leader better not pass on the costs to them later...

"Buy one!"

Hisoka waved his hand irritably, his gaze sweeping over the diverse crowd in the market, finally settling on the slave market not far away.

His eyes darted around, and a plan immediately came to him.

Hey! I've got it!

"Let's go, we won't buy it!"

Hisoka suddenly stopped, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Damn it, since the higher-ups aren't giving us funding, I'll figure it out myself! Let's go back!"

The two trusted confidants looked at each other, puzzled, but still quickly followed.

Back at the relatively quiet city defense headquarters, one of his subordinates finally couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Captain, that gift... are we really not going to prepare it? How are we going to explain this to Captain Namos?"

"Explain? Of course we need to explain!"

Hisoka chuckled, lowered his voice, and said with a calculating look on his face, "Isn't the ready-made gift right in our hands?"

"what gift?"

"How stupid!" Hisoka rolled his eyes. "Didn't we just catch two stowaways?"

"them?"

The subordinate paused, still looking bewildered. "But... what else do they have that's valuable besides their tattered armor?"

"Yes, it's that armor!"

"Huh?" The subordinate's eyes widened. "Just those two pieces of junk? Didn't Lord Moss say they were to be destroyed?"

"You know nothing!"

Hisoka interrupted him dismissively, "Who told you those were pieces of junk? To me, they're two antiques from a bygone era!"

He chuckled, "Just say it's an old battle armor I found by chance in the Abyss Zone, and present it to Lord Michael as an antique for appraisal! That would make it valuable!"

"Brilliant, Captain!"

In an instant, both subordinates gave a thumbs up.

"Humph!"

Hisoka raised an eyebrow and continued, "As for those two stowaways, they're ready-made gifts. The man is somewhat capable; even in the slave market, it would cost a fortune to buy him. The key is that little girl. Although she's filthy, she's got a good foundation. Once she's cleaned up, she might even catch Lord Michael's eye. If he takes a liking to her, hehe..."

"Brilliant! Captain, you're absolutely brilliant!"

The two subordinates immediately realized what was going on, and quickly gave a thumbs up, their faces beaming with fawning smiles: "You've prepared two great gifts without spending a single penny!"

Hisoka felt incredibly comfortable after being hit. In fact, he not only got his hands on two extra Fangus crystals, but he also managed to steal them.

He snorted smugly, "Speaking of which, it's a blessing for them to serve Lord Michael. I really am too kind!"

"That's right, that's right! Captain, you're so kind-hearted!"

Two subordinates echoed his sentiments.

"Then it's settled!"

Having made up his mind, Hisoka was in high spirits and immediately led his two subordinates back to the temporary detention cell.

He first ordered the soldiers to bring Ru Feng and Yan Jinghong out separately, roughly push them into the cleaning station, wash them from head to toe with high-pressure water guns, and change them into two sets of relatively clean gray prison uniforms.

Then, they sent in an old slave whose tongue had been cut out, who mechanically gestured to teach them some basic manners, such as how to walk with their heads down, how to kneel, and not to look directly at their master.

Yan Jinghong remained expressionless, like a stone statue, completely at his mercy.

Ru Feng endured the humiliation, the icy water hitting her body almost driving her crazy, but seeing Yan Jinghong's calm demeanor, she could only suppress the anger in her heart.

Uncle Yan is definitely on a higher level!

"Listen up, you two pieces of trash from the bottom city!"

At that moment, Hisoka looked down at them and announced in a condescending tone, "Consider yourselves lucky! This captain is kind-hearted and will show you the way! You won't have to work yourself to death in the mines anymore, nor will you have to feed the Annihilation Beasts in the arena. This captain has decided to offer you up to the esteemed Lord Michael! He was once the supreme god of war! To be able to serve as slaves in his temple is a blessing you've accumulated over several lifetimes! Be smart and serve him well from now on, and maybe you'll still have a chance to live!"

"Michael, the god of war?"

Ru Feng was shocked and suddenly raised his head.
Does such a thing as "god" really exist in this world?
Moreover, it sounds like he once held a very high position.

She subconsciously looked at Yan Jinghong, only to see a flicker of emotion in his eyes.

Although there are many things he cannot understand after coming into this world, what kind of existence is the so-called "god"?
Clearly, he was more interested in that.

"Listen up, everyone!"

Hisoka shouted sternly, "Remember your place! From this moment on, you are slaves! Your only mission is to serve your master faithfully!"

Ru Feng bit her lip tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms.

Slaves...

Not long ago, she was the "little princess" who was the focus of everyone's attention in the Immortal Realm, but now she has been sold into slavery at a low price.

However, she kept Yan Jinghong's instructions in mind and did not act rashly.

As the saying goes, "A small act of impatience can ruin a great plan," so until the situation is clear, we can only be patient for now. And perhaps we can get the clues we need from this "God of War," Michael.

……

The next morning, Hisoka carefully cleaned the two sets of armor belonging to Rufeng and Yan Jinghong, and solemnly placed them in a decent-looking metal box, attaching a label to the box that read "Antique Armor from the Old Era".

Then, he personally escorted Ru Feng and Yan Jinghong, who were wearing shackles and prison uniforms, into the transport vehicle, and then drove towards the core area of ​​the relay station.

Michael's temporary residence is located on the southwest side of the core area.

Although it cannot compare to the grandeur of the temple in Sky City, it is already quite remarkable under the conditions of the Abyss Zone.

At this moment, a not-so-long queue had formed outside the mansion, all of them there to curry favor with the "God of War" who was about to regain power.

The procession moved slowly forward. Hisoka straightened his uniform, took a deep breath, forced a humble smile, and approached the front of the procession. He bowed and scraped to the skeletal guard, saying, "My lord, I am Captain Hisoka of the city's defense garrison. I have come on behalf of Captain Moss of the garrison to pay my respects to Lord Michael. This is a small gift to express my gratitude."

He gestured to the soldiers behind him to lift the metal box.

The skeletal guard's cold electronic eyes swept over Hisoka and his "gift," then scanned Rufeng and his companion, and said in a cold voice: "Identity confirmed, Hisoka, captain of the seventh squad of the city defense. Please wait in line."

After saying that, he ignored them.

Hisoka had no choice but to retreat to the back of the group in a huff, cursing Moss countless times in his mind once again.

Looking at the various rare treasures being carried by the people in front of him, and then at his own meager trunk and two obviously cheap slaves, he felt increasingly uncertain.

……

Inside Michael's mansion.

At this moment, Michael, with his blond hair, was casually flipping through a list of supplies.

Beside him stood a tall, voluptuous red-haired woman wearing a form-fitting dark red soft armor.

This red-haired woman was none other than Freya in disguise.

About a year ago, Freya and Sariel came to the Dragon Abyss Relay Station to seek refuge with Michael, the undetected "traitor".

Although Michael's status is not what it used to be, he is still a god-level powerhouse, and his position in this Dragon Abyss relay station is still quite high.

Soon after, two more guards appeared by Michael's side, Freya and Sariel, who had already disguised themselves.

In order to keep their identities a secret, the two women went to great lengths.

Not only their hair color, but also their faces and figures, have changed to varying degrees. In fact, both women have chosen to seal their divine powers in order to conceal their presence.

Currently, their strength is only at the early stage of the Truth level.

In order to allow them to operate legitimately at the Dragon Abyss Relay Station, Michael also helped them register an adventure group.

Freya has now transformed into the leader of the "Blood Rose" adventure team—Leisa.

"Tsk tsk, I never expected that your mansion would be so crowded these past few days!"

Freya snatched the list from Michael's hand, casually flipped through a few pages, and immediately showed a look of surprise, "There are quite a few good things here!"

Michael grinned. "Who would have thought that Raziel, the former god of destiny, would be reinstated as a god and now wield the fourth godhood? Gongshu Yu was also transferred to the fifth godhood not long after. The Divine Office is now re-employing us former gods, so I guess I'm benefiting from this."

Freya casually put down the list, sneered, and said with a mocking tone, "If it weren't for Ling Feng and Ling Zhan joining forces a year ago, causing heavy casualties among the Silent Guards, the Judgment Council would never have thought of us 'tools'."

She pursed her lips and continued, "Speaking of which, you guys still benefited from Ling Feng's influence!"

The atmosphere in the study paused slightly upon hearing that name.

Michael sighed softly and said in a low voice, "Even now, I still can't quite believe it!"

"It's been a year..."

Freya gritted her teeth. "It's been a whole year. Not only him, but the Chaos Temple seems to have completely disappeared. The Zerg have also gone into hibernation again. Everything before seems like a dream."

"Hey, who says it isn't?"

Michael shook his head. "But strangely, it seems Lord Wuzhao has gone into seclusion again. Could it be that their plan for the End of the World didn't succeed?"

"That's beyond our knowledge."

Freya shook her head. Just then, there was a gentle knock on the study door, and the voice of a skeletal guard rang out from outside: "Master, a squad leader named Hisoka from the city defense garrison is requesting an audience, saying he wants to see you in person."

"The city garrison?"

Michael frowned, clearly having no recollection of such a low-ranking officer.

He waved his hand, slightly impatient: "Leave the things, send the person away."

"Yes."

The skeletal guards received the order and were about to act immediately.

"and many more."

Freya suddenly spoke up, walking straight to the skeletal guard, "The city defense forces have been quite arrogant lately. My adventure team has been harassed by them quite a bit when entering and leaving the relay station!"

Michael shook his head and smiled. The city defense forces always liked to extort and blackmail adventure groups, and the higher-ups turned a blind eye to these things.

Freya is known for holding grudges, so she's probably up to some mischief again and wants to mess with that guy.

"Let them in!"

Freya gave a soft hum and then pulled up the security camera footage from the doorway.

In the scene, Hisoka has a fawning expression, and two soldiers behind him are carrying a simple box.

Not far away stood two people wearing heavy shackles and prison clothes.

"Ok?"

Freya's gaze sharpened as she slowly zoomed in. When she saw the slave girl's face, Freya's eyes widened in shock.

In an instant, an indescribable sense of familiarity surged through her heart like an electric current.

The feeling came abruptly and without reason, yet it made her heart skip a beat.

There was no reason whatsoever; it was just a simple sixth sense, a feeling of déjà vu.

"what happened?"

Michael noticed her unusual behavior.

Freya quickly composed herself, regaining her composure, and said calmly, "It's nothing, I just think... that little girl seems a bit interesting. I happen to be short-handed, Michael, I'll reserve these two servants for you!"

Michael glanced at Freya with some surprise, but since Freya had asked for people, he nodded and said, "Suit yourself. I've never needed any slaves on my side."

"Then leave it to me!"

Freya's eyes flashed, and she instructed the skeletal guard, "Take them to the side hall to wait. I'll be there shortly."

...(End of chapter)