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The moment it opened its mouth, the bronze-colored figure advanced instead of retreating, its limbs retracting and its tall body curling into a ball. Ignoring the bright sparks that the remaining fangs created on the bronze armor, it charged into the opponent's gaping maw like a cannonball.

Before the figure could burrow into its belly and wreak havoc, half of a bloody, purplish-black tongue flicked out and coiled up like a monstrous python, making it difficult for him to move. However, the giant lizard keenly sensed the danger and was about to spit out the foreign object.

But its reaction was ultimately a step too slow. A brilliant sword light rose from the figure, transforming into a graceful, dragon-like silver rainbow that pierced through the fragile throat cartilage, pierced the spine, and then went straight to the brain!

Amidst the intense howling, its massive body rolled wildly across the meadow, kicking up clouds of mud and dust that obscured the view.

A moment later, the roaring stopped, the dust settled, and the monstrous beast collapsed like a lump of mud, never to be heard again.

Ah, Happy New Year everyone! ^ω^

I'm afraid I'll be missing updates this month. Let's see how many more days I can manage (￣.￣)

Chapter 219 Conspiracy

"Huh—!"

It really is a big monster; the amount of experience points it gave was well worth it!

Seeing the golden reward numbers pop up in his mind, Zhu Mingyao almost whistled with joy.

It seems there's a good chance we can gather enough [Shangqing Huangting Neijing Jing] to upgrade before leaving the secret realm.

It was worth it for me to control the Yaksha Demon General to ambush underground for half a day. Fortunately, the soil under this meadow is soft, otherwise, with the zombie's innate earth-walking ability, it really wouldn't have been able to squeeze through while dragging such a huge axe.

The great axe made from the scales of the feathered serpent god was indeed worthy of its divine origins; its sharpness surpassed that of the sword pellet by three points, and at least his full-force sword strike could not sever the neck of the giant skeletal lizard.

"Don't just stand there, come help me up." A weak voice came from the side, interrupting his thoughts.

Bai Ziyuan sat under the earthen altar, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and with a pale face, took out a few pills to replenish his magical power. He swallowed them shakily, and then stood up, panting, leaning on the White Bone Banner.

Although the divine power to summon the giant ape spirit was incredibly powerful, it also consumed a great deal of energy. At this moment, he had almost lost 90% of his magical power, and he felt dizzy, lightheaded, and weak all over. All he wanted to do was rest.

"Ok?"

A gentle, bean-sized blue-white light, like sweet dew, fell upon him, relieving his fatigue.

Bai Ziyuan glanced at him with slight surprise and saw the priest-knight who called himself Gavin's hand flashing with divine light as he slowly approached him, smiling obsequiously at him.

He raised an eyebrow, nodded casually, and muttered something meaningful under his breath:

"Look at him, what a good bro! He's got a pretty girl to keep him company, and he immediately leaves the guy all alone to the side. He doesn't even have the eye for a new friend..."

"Crack!"

With a soft sound like a sharp blade cleaving through dry wood, Bai Ziyuan suddenly felt a chill on his back, as if a cold wind had blown into his chest. All those sour words lamenting that brotherhood could not compare to the temptation of beauty vanished in an instant.

He stared in disbelief at the gleaming sword blade protruding from his chest, enduring the excruciating pain as he turned his head with difficulty.

The priest-knight Gavin held his longsword in a standard thrusting stance, his obsequious smile unchanged...

Only his eyes were filled with black energy, carrying an endless sinister intent!

……

……

A biting wind swept by, and waves rolled on the dark sea.

With the polar night overhead and snowstorms raging below, given today's weather, no ship would risk going out to sea to fish.

A plump saddle seal darts through the water, happily chasing fish, its harp-shaped black markings bobbing up and down on the waves.

Suddenly, it felt a strange sensation on its fin, as if it had touched something.

The wary creature suddenly turned around, staring wide-eyed at the empty space for a long time, only to find nothing. Unconvinced, it circled the area several times, but still found nothing, and had to leave full of doubt.

After a while, a very faint shadow appeared on the horizon, circled around the spot two or three times, and ripples spread through the space, as if a small corner of the curtain on a stage had been lifted. The shadow took the opportunity to enter the space, and through the ripples, a glimpse of the simple wooden steps and handrails behind it revealed a small camping cabin!

The resort buildings, which should have been nestled in the mountains and lakes, were firmly rooted in the water and floated quietly on the sea. No matter how the waves surged around them, they remained as stable as Mount Tai. If an ordinary person saw this strange and incongruous scene, they would surely be astonished.

But the people inside the room at this moment clearly do not fall within the scope of the word "ordinary".

The thick wooden walls, coated with a layer of varnish, exude the fresh scent of pine and insulate against the cold air from the outside, keeping this small space warm and comfortable.

The gray-blue smoke billowed and spread, carrying the pungent smell of nicotine, drifting freely in the air.

"Chief Davis, could you please restrain yourself a little? You know smoking is harmful to your health, and... there are ladies here!"

The middle-aged man with black hair and brown eyes sat upright on the sofa, his fingers interlaced on his lap. He smiled slightly at the old agent on the opposite sofa, complaining in a half-joking manner, his tone gentle and polite, displaying his gentlemanly demeanor.

He pulled a handkerchief from the pocket of his plain yet somewhat deliberate uniform suit, subtly sniffed the air, and exhaled most of the pungent smoke.

Seeing the old man calmly exhaling smoke rings, showing no intention of paying attention to him, the middle-aged man's eyes flashed with extreme disgust. He then crushed the shadow on his fingertips, finished reading the message, lowered his eyelids, rolled up his sleeve, and looked at his understated yet luxurious mechanical watch.

"Isn't it about time? This play should be coming to an end."

He held a monocle engraved with intricate patterns, placed it on his eye, and looked out the window beside him.

The transparent lenses emitted a faint glow, guiding the owner's gaze through the pitch-black night and howling snow, allowing him to observe everything happening in the town of Barrow, dozens of miles away.

“Mr. Alex…” The middle-aged man smiled at the handsome young man who was sitting lazily by the window, staring straight into the distance.

"Are you, the true protagonist, ready to take the stage?"

After being asked twice, the seemingly dazed handsome young man finally snapped out of his daze and uttered a sleepwalking-like utterance.

"certainly……

Of course, I'm always ready!

Frank sensed an overwhelming longing in the other person's words. He glanced at the usually arrogant and domineering peerless expert, who smiled calmly, but inwardly he was mocking him:

"A beast is a beast. No matter how powerful it is, it will have chains around its neck and be obediently used by me..."

However, to tame it, besides bait, you also need a whip...

As he was lost in thought, his hand unconsciously reached out towards the golden object on the coffee table in front of him.

What you feel is not the cool, delicate metal, but the slightly loose and rough skin of an old hand.

Frank snapped back as if stung by a scorpion, his eyes twitching as he stared at his colleagues and competitors who had gotten there first.

“Mr. Frank…”

The old agent's lips curled into a strange arc, forming an enigmatic smile with his two rows of white teeth: "I don't have British blood, so if you have any particular hobbies... well, you've come to the wrong person!"

When the person he hated most in his heart was openly mocking and ridiculing him in three ways, and seeing the other person's nonchalant bachelor-like appearance, Frank's professional fake smile, which he had carefully maintained for decades and was almost solidified on his face, almost collapsed.

He was too lazy to hide anything anymore. With a gloomy face, he shakily pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his fingers repeatedly before angrily throwing it into the trash can.

He crushed another incoming shadow particle and said expressionlessly, "That half-blooded witcher actually got involved. It seems the Los Angeles branch's plan has some problems with secrecy!"

Davis didn't even bother to look at the blame being thrown at him, and bluntly pointed out his hidden motives:

"I will execute the plan, and whatever responsibility arises, I will naturally bear it, just like when we renegotiate the contract later... I will be the one to do it!"

Chapter 220 Sacred Relic, Contract

The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere in the room became subtly tense.

Frank's cold gaze shifted, and his sinister words were like the chilling wind outside the window.

"Perhaps it is necessary to remind you again, esteemed Director Davis... I received authorization from the Federal Supreme Security Council before I came! I am here to renegotiate the contract with Alex!"

"You're not planning to disobey orders, are you?" he sneered coldly.

The veteran agent's gaze was calm and unwavering, the deep lines on his face as steadfast as an ancient rock. "As a directly subordinate department of the Federal Supreme Security Council, the Special Investigation Bureau must, of course, obey the orders of the Federal Supreme Security Council..."

But I think I forgot to tell you, Director Maxwell hasn't signed off on it yet!

He pressed one hand firmly against the glittering gold objects on the coffee table, while the other hand was outstretched, giving him a helpless look: "Rules are rules, and administrative procedures must be followed."

"What!" Stunned by the unexpected news, Frank's eyes widened in anger, and he jumped to his feet.

"The order was issued to headquarters more than a week ago, you're deliberately delaying!" He bent down angrily and slammed his hand on the table.

Davis pursed his lips and smiled slyly, "Don't say that. Everyone knows that the Director-General has already turned eighty and is about to retire. Just like you guys like to say, he's a useless old senile! Forgetting things is normal."

Frank, his face contorted, pulled out a communicator, his fingers rapidly tapping numbers, attempting to contact the network of connections behind him.

Now that things have come to this, he clearly understands that his faction has been outmaneuvered and manipulated.

"Damn it! The ultimate force represented by the Holy Covenant must be in my hands, and no one can take it away!" But no matter how frantically he shouted in his heart, he could not make any contact.

"You—" He suddenly looked up in shock and anger, realizing something.

"Please understand, after all, this is near the Arctic Circle, and the signal quality is very poor," the old agent said with a smile, speaking before he could finish.

"Damn, the signal is terrible! You old bastard!"

Looking at the old man whose face practically screamed "I'm up to no good," Frank almost cursed out on the spot.

One side gritted its teeth and trembled all over, while the other remained calm and composed.

Just as Frank's eyes flashed with malice as he pondered whether to turn hostile and forcibly regain control of the plan, a gentle voice, unexpected by both of them, abruptly broke in.

"Dear Deputy Director Frank, let me try to make the contact!"

Their expressions changed simultaneously, and they turned their gaze to the person sitting by the window who had been ignored all along.

The handsome and otherworldly-looking youth spread his five fingers, and a profound and powerful force gradually condensed, transforming into a piece of clear, blood-red crystal.

He smiled gently, revealing his slightly sharp canines that gleamed. "With a little trick, we should be able to connect to the headquarters' communication array."

Frank took the blood-red crystal from the handsome young man, and with a mixture of doubt and surprise, he leaned close to his ear and, following the young man's explanation, connected with the high-ranking officials of the Federation behind him, and began to report in a low voice.

Davis's cheek muscles twitched as he took a deep drag on his cigarette. The red glow of the cigarette receded like a star, and a Marlboro was almost half-burnt out in an instant.

His gaze was scrutinizing, as if he were meeting the handsome young man for the first time. He scanned the young man several times, but ultimately said nothing.

The pre-arranged defenses were insufficient to withstand this level of power, and he had no intention of creating any further complications, especially considering the other party's attitude...

...That's intriguing.

The old agent narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

"...Yes, Your Excellency! Please rest assured, and please rest assured, gentlemen, we will handle it well!"

A moment later, a triumphant Frank, beaming with pride, raised the red crystal: "Director Davis, would you like to hear the instructions from above in person?"

Seeing that the other party remained silent and released his hand, he raised his head slightly, sat back on the sofa with a smug look on his face, and placed his palm flat on the golden box-like object in front of him.

The box was about two feet long and one foot wide, covered with a layer of brilliant gold foil, on which countless alchemical runes, the size of grains of rice, flickered and flowed like the sands of the Ganges.