High-level martial arts: Contract cashback, invincible starting from the Zerg.

As a dark purple spatial rift slowly closed.

Enveloped in black mist, Teguer stood before an old clock tower on the outskirts of an upper city.

This old clock tower, hidden in the dense forest on the outskirts of Gu Yong Shang City, has been abandoned for nearly a century.

Not only were the exterior walls covered with dark green vines, but the stained glass windows were also shattered into pieces. The air was filled with the smell of mildew and dust, but it couldn't mask a faint, gloomy atmosphere, like a stagnant pool.

"Heh... even richer than I expected," Teguer said in a low, hoarse voice.

At this moment, the wound on Teguer's left shoulder was still sizzling from the burning of the divine light, and with every slight movement, the charred flesh on his wound would fall off in a rustling sound.

But his gaze toward the old clock tower held a strange light.

"His Highness seems to have suffered a significant setback."

Just then, a calm voice suddenly rang out from the shadows of the old clock tower.

A figure clad in pure black armor slowly walked to the window of the clock tower.

He wore a black mask, but a very thin, dark red mark was embroidered on the chest of his armor—the mark of a core member of the Darkborn.

The swirling demonic mist around Teguer took on a violent quality.

"The Darkin's spies certainly have a long reach," Teguer commented. "What, are you here to laugh at me?"

"I wouldn't dare." Darkborn nodded slightly, but his tone lacked any humility. "It's just that you personally took action, yet you couldn't capture Chen Feng and returned injured, which was somewhat unexpected. After all, according to our intelligence... he's only a level 17 Heavenly Rank Demon Slayer."

"Heavenly Rank 17?" Taigu'e scoffed.

He slowly raised his right arm from beneath the black robe, a wisp of black mist gathering at his fingertips, which he gently touched the wound on his left shoulder.

The black mist collided with the wound corroded by the golden light, immediately producing a soft sizzling sound, but Teguer seemed to feel no pain at all.

"He may possess a trace of the Augustan god's essence."

Upon hearing this, the Darkin's previously composed demeanor froze for a moment.

It was as if I had heard something unexpected.

"The origin of the gods?" The black-robed man's voice wavered for the first time. "The gods of this plane wouldn't come here, how could Chen Feng possibly..."

"Interesting. I won't waste my breath on you. Is Ando inside?"

Teguer began to walk into the clock tower.

"Overall, even if Chen Feng has made a contract with the gods, we have already achieved our goal. Now we will get down to business."

The Darkin remained silent for a moment, then his silver-gray eyes regained their composure.

"Your Highness, please come with me."

......

The spiral stone staircase winds its way up the mottled wall, the gaps between the steps filled with years of dust and gray-black mold.

As Taigu'e climbed the steps, his interest only grew stronger.

A huge bronze bell hangs askew on a rusted iron frame.

The clock room on the top floor was empty and dilapidated, but in the center of the clock room there was a set of brightly colored leather sofas, on which sat several Darkborn.

I heard footsteps coming upstairs.

A Darkin clad in crimson armor immediately turned his gaze toward Teguer.

His crimson shoulder armor was engraved with ferocious runes of the dark god, and there was a dark god's head pattern in the center of his breastplate. His deep crimson eyes, as cold as a deep pool, looked at Teguer who was slowly walking up.

It was General Andor of the Darkborn.

"Teguer, His Highness has assigned you a new task."

Teguer walked calmly to General Andor, casually brushing his fingertips across a Darkborn beside him. The Darkborn immediately sensed the danger and made way for Teguer.

Then, Teguer lazily sat down on the sofa.

"I really envy you guys. You don't have to do anything, you just have to deal with those humans," Teguer said coldly.

Ando didn't reply, but tapped his fingertips lightly on the gauntlet of his armor.

A pale red holographic projection immediately unfolded in front of the two of them.

The building in the picture is a deep underground structure, with layers of passages and rooms marked densely, and red warning zones covering almost half of the area.

"This is the underground structure map of the West City Spiritual Research Institute." Ando's voice was calm and even as he pointed to a secret room on the lowest level. "What Your Highness seeks is in the core laboratory on the fifteenth underground level—a humanoid beast codenamed 'Jin'."

"A strange beast?"

"According to our inside sources, this monstrous beast is a fusion of royal beast and human genes, a weapon of war cultivated by the Spirit Research Institute over seven years. At its peak, its combat power is comparable to the peak of the Heavenly Rank, making it extremely powerful."

Teguer raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flashing in his purple pupils: "A place like this is very dangerous."

As General Ando slid his fingertip across the light screen structure diagram, countless tiny points of light immediately appeared.

"With three battalions of elite military personnel stationed inside the Spirit Research Institute, as well as three resident Martial Gods from the Martial God Palace and personnel from the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion assisting in the defense, it is indeed extremely difficult."

General Andor of the Darkin raised his eyes to look at Teguer, but his next words were devoid of any emotion.

"We will formulate the specific action plan; you are responsible for implementing it."

"What benefits will I get?"

"Once it's done, His Highness will give you hundreds of Soul-Eroded Copper Fragments and three Demon Soul Weapons, which will allow your Illusionary Chessboard to be upgraded by another level, enough to make up for our mistake in intelligence this time," General Ando said calmly.

"The Soul-Eroded Copper Plate is certainly good..." Teguer drawled, "but I have another condition."

"explain."

"I want all of Chen Feng's information in your database, all of it, including information on all his contractors." Teguer's tone was filled with undisguised excitement.

"Chen Feng is now a demon tamer that the Martial God Palace is focusing on cultivating. If we investigate him before the operation, the mission may become more complicated, and we may not be able to gather all the information about him."

"Otherwise, how could you say it's my condition?" Teguer sneered.

Ando sneered, seemingly exasperated by Tegue's arrogance.

After a moment's thought, General Ando finally nodded and said, "As long as you can take on this mission, I will report your requirements to His Highness."

"That's fine then."

Teguer slowly stood up, greeted someone, and then began to walk towards the passage leading down from the clock tower.

"Tell His Highness that I await his good news."