I am a hero of the former civilization.

"You dare order me around?"

"Don't you want to start the war sooner? The time you save is yours."

I......

Qian Jie hesitated for a moment before nodding slightly annoyed: "Remember, just this once."

After saying that, he didn't bother with any more words, and with a 'thud,' he leaped into the sky and quickly disappeared into the clouds.

Haha, you straightforward guy, you're trying to mess with me.

As Ryan watched the figure disappear, he couldn't help but smile. Fighting is one thing, using is another. As long as he grasped Qian Jie's weakness, there would be plenty of room for maneuver in the future.

"Then, let's take care of the other matter first."

He glanced at the corpse of Binglu on the ground, flicked his finger to make it float, and then flew towards the shore.

Passing by the shattered land, looking down into the distance, half of the street in the twilight has been submerged by the sea, and only a few twisted cranes remain in the port area.

There was nothing there, but the sounds of gunfire could be heard from within the town. Qianjie was not so gentle; if he encountered any resistance, he would definitely start a war.

Ryan didn't care about the battle situation over there. He landed on top of the crane, holding his gun, and quietly watched the strong man leaning against the tower wall.

Andevich is not dead yet. Even though there is a huge bloody hole in his chest, the powerful vitality of a high-ranking fusion warrior is keeping him alive. However, he looks very disheveled. His remaining Honkai energy is very low, his body is exhausted, and more importantly, he has suffered a mental blow.

His brown eyes were dull and lifeless, and his stubble-covered, square face drooped. He glanced at Ryan briefly before letting his head fall limply again.

“Looks like you’re not so stupid after all, Lieutenant Colonel.” Ryan leaned against the wall, gazing at the crashing waves in the sea. “For a warrior, the most painful thing is not death, but betrayal. You probably never imagined that the higher-ups would be colluding with the Herrschers.”

Andevich, of course, hadn't expected this. He wasn't an idiot. Even if the pseudo-Herrscher could infiltrate the pupa, what was going on with this bizarre mission? Where did the information come from? And why did it just happen by chance?

He didn't want to think about these problems, but he had to face them. He was angry and ashamed, but his sense of responsibility as a man compelled him to live.

“Dr. Ryan, you…” He slowly raised his head, but the words caught in his throat as he hesitated to ask something.

"You want to ask why I didn't tell you, right? Some things are useless to just talk about; you have to see them for yourself. And now that you've seen the truth, the mighty 'Fist of Shattering Ice' should be thinking about how to deal with it."

Ryan offered no words of comfort; they were all adults, and he only needed to provide guidance.

Following his train of thought, Andevich took a deep breath, and his square face erupted with an unwavering killing intent.

"I will avenge the traitors and wipe them out without exception!"

“Good awareness. I was planning to do the same thing, which is why I went to so much trouble.” Ryan decisively extended his right hand, and the lieutenant colonel shook it without hesitation.

Snapped.

The two men, who were just fighting to the death, shook hands tightly. With their interests aligned, there was no need for any empty words, and as men, they didn't need to hold any grudges.

"So, can you trust me, Lieutenant Colonel?"

“I believe, even more than before.” Andevich nodded heavily. Ryan’s wisdom, strength, and reputation were far beyond his own, and he even had a vague feeling that a huge plan was being carried out.

He suddenly felt fortunate that he hadn't died, otherwise it would have been too unjust. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but grit his teeth.

"Doctor, just tell me what to do. I won't let my emotions get the better of me and ruin your plans. I'm not a child anymore."

Ryan's eyes suddenly softened with admiration. This northern man was decisive and efficient, yet not as reckless as he had imagined. It was the right decision for him to come back.

"First of all, the Moth of Flame can't go back. You've been involved in the death of the Herrscher, and you'll die without knowing why."

“I know, so my original plan was to kill as many as I could when I got back, hoping to find some clues.”

“Our enemy is the Honkai. It’s not worth it for someone like you to die for a clue.” Ryan shook his head.

Andevich was somewhat moved, but also somewhat puzzled. If he didn't act as bait, how could he lure those people out? Was Dr. Ryan planning to completely purge the Moths of Fire? After all, within the organization, the vast majority of people were like him, who simply followed orders.

No, if it were that simple and crude, Dr. Lane wouldn't have gone to such lengths to hide his identity.

Ryan felt comfortable with his trust and, too lazy to beat around the bush, handed him a note: "Here's Ice Law's body. Go to this address, and someone will tell you what to do next. Until then, just consider yourself dead."

"clear."

Andevich took the note, glanced at it, memorized it, and then destroyed it.

This looks very professional. Ryan then asked, "So, who issued the orders for this operation?"

His eyes were filled with anticipation. Several times the clues had gone cold, but this time was different. Andevich was among the first batch of high-ranking fusion warriors, far superior to a mere soldier, and he must know more.

Sure enough, there was no confusion in the burly man's eyes; he only managed to squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth.

"Chief of Staff Carlisle."

Chapter 147 Mebius Likes to Stir Up Hatred

Really? That makes sense now.

Ryan stared at the ice shards on the sea. After spending so much time, he had finally found a breakthrough, and in an instant, all his fatigue vanished.

Why bother finding the 'believers'? Ryan understands this question, May understands it, and even Andevich understands it.

The Moths of Fire were never the enemy; the enemy lay only within the organization. And the moment the Herrscher of Ice appeared, Ryan had already made his decision.

He hadn't forgotten why he came to Twilight Street in the first place, and now that the answer was clear, there was nothing more to say.

“You’ve crossed the line, so I have to resort to some drastic measures. Don’t blame me.”

First, there's this Kalis. Because of his appearance, Ryan has been wary of him ever since he met him, so getting the answer now isn't too surprising.

But he didn't plan to fly straight to Mu Continent and kill this guy, because Ryan vaguely felt that this person was not the biggest fish, and one person's life was far from enough to eliminate the Moth Chasing the Flame, but would instead alert the snake.

It's just a goal; my appetite is much bigger.

The Ice Law corpse that Andevich took away will be the final piece of the puzzle. Once this plan starts, it can never be stopped, so we need to prepare early.

Ryan turned around and returned to Twilight Street, not afraid of the arrival of the Fire Moth's reinforcements, as their deliberate arrangement would surely allow them plenty of time.

He returned to Paddo's cat house, changed into new clothes, took out the phone he had left there, and dialed Mebius's number.

"Oh, why did you suddenly think of calling me? Weren't you having a great vacation?" The woman's slow, deliberate voice came through, revealing a strong sense of dissatisfaction.

Ryan had no interest in arguing with her and simply said, "Listen carefully, I just killed the Herrscher of Ice."

what?

Mebius, who was watching a short film with Vervière, was startled and sat up straight instantly, his faint mocking smile vanishing without a trace.

"Are you alright? Are you hurt? Do you need my help?"

He started with a rapid-fire barrage of questions, conveying the urgency in his tone.

Ryan felt a warmth in his heart and this time refrained from making sarcastic remarks: "The process was difficult, but the result was good. Don't rush to teach me how to do things. Listen to what I have to say."

Mebius instantly became serious. Judging from his tone, it was clear that this was not as simple as attacking a Herrscher, and the fact that he hadn't contacted Mebius meant that things had escalated to a fever pitch.

"You said it, I'm listening."

"War is inevitable. I will be missing for a while to thoroughly eliminate the Moths of Fire."

"Purge the moths that chase the flame? Does that mean killing people?"

“Kill, but kill the right ones. I don’t want to lose too many neutrals in the internal strife, because that would only benefit the Herrschers.” Ryan licked his lips, still maintaining his rationality. “But they won’t sit idly by either. They will try every means to kill me, at any cost.”

To be fighting against the Herrscher and the Moth of Flame at the same time is tantamount to challenging the world; even Mebius's heart races.

"Didn't you say you didn't keep any evidence? Did you really need to flip the table?"

"At this point, they can ignore the evidence and find ways to circumvent the rules, but they can't pin the blame for being a traitor on me, and they must be disgusted by it." Ryan wore a confident smile; he was using the order of the Moth of Fire to protect himself.

Forget about a global crackdown, because even Twilight Street doesn't dare to thoroughly investigate the huge loophole in Ice Law.

"So the neutral faction is just following orders. The only ones who can kill you without restraint are the core forces?" Mebius understood. This was another baiting tactic.

"That's right, I want to concentrate their core forces so that we can wipe them out in one fell swoop."

"But things are more complicated than you think. The nature of this matter is determined by the vast majority of neutrals. Do you expect me to find a way to control them?"

"Mei has already laid the groundwork for this, and the trump card is in my hands. Don't worry, they're easy to persuade."

It's impossible to persuade them. Those people aren't truly neutral. Everyone's afraid that if you eliminate the Faith faction, they'll turn on you next time. And even if you purge the Faith faction, how will you control the Moths of Fire?

Möbius was very intelligent, but she didn't ask any of those questions; she was only concerned with something else.

"If you're not going to do this or that, then why are you calling me?"

After a long silence on the other end of the phone, a reply finally came: "It's nothing, I just wanted to put your mind at ease."

!! ?

Mebius's eyes widened instantly, revealing a few incredulous looks. She didn't even have time to be sarcastic or press her advantage. She just sat there blankly, listening to the busy tone over and over again.

What does this sentence mean? Do I need to analyze each word from five perspectives? Did I mishear? Damn it, I should have turned on the recording function.

Just then, a hand waved in front of her eyes, and she snapped back to reality to see that Wilvi was supporting her face with one hand, staring at her with a deep expression.

As a pornography reviewer, she wasn't as eccentric as the magician; her eyes held a sage-like aura that seemed to see through everything.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Mebius couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

"You're shy."

"How is that possible? Are your eyes failing you at identifying pornography?"

"Then turn your head and look at the screen. Can you calmly appreciate it from a biological perspective?"

Mebius's mocking smile twitched instantly. She dared not turn around to look, as she would inevitably be drawn into certain scenarios. Just as she was about to respond, there was a knock on the door.

As a 'secret laboratory,' she absolutely does not allow anyone to disturb her during her work hours unless there is something important, but this is just the right time.

"I'm sorry, that's all for today." Mebius turned off the power, not even glancing at Vervie, calmly stood up, and walked to the door with the sound of his high heels, where he saw his assistant waiting anxiously.

"Klein, what brings you to bother me?"

The girl stood on tiptoe and glanced at the silent Velvi. She roughly understood what was going on and admired Dr. Möbius's thick skin.

"Doctor, someone is looking for you."

"Who?"

"The people from the intelligence department and the inspection department, that's strange, what are they doing here?"

They're quite efficient; they responded in just a few hours and contacted me so quickly.

With his long, slender eyebrows slightly furrowed, Möbius maintained a cool expression.

"Have Vervie leave through the back door and take me to see them."