The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

[Hilarious! They've stopped competing to see who's slower and started competing to see who's faster.]

[Just a passerby, is this the training ground for Jaeger pilots in Pacific Rim?]

[This is the scene of the most dazed contestant in the entire manga, and now neither side is willing to give an inch...]

Chen Guan: "..."

Damn those comments!

Chen Guan immediately turned off the bullet comments, wanting to avoid seeing them, and at the same time slowed down his pace.

Long Ao was the same; he couldn't keep up but insisted on doing so without saying a word. Otherwise, would it have turned into a race walking competition?

They walked through rows of orderly tents, with people coming and going, carrying equipment, and making emergency communications. The busy atmosphere was tense, as if they had survived a disaster.

Nobody noticed the two of them.

Hopefully the comments will stop causing trouble now? With that thought in mind, Chen Guan, forgetting his lesson, turned on the comments.

[Coffin Guy seems off; he's walking slower and slower.]

[Nonsense, they withstood the berserk state of a Word of Power Plus user, plus some old geezer causing trouble; the fact that they didn't die on the spot is a testament to the protagonist's incredible plot armor.]

Am I the only one curious? Old Baal had been so adamant that the North had the power of Astaroth, but it turns out it's all just a family matter for Su Yuehe's family.

[Oh right, I almost forgot if the person upstairs hadn't mentioned it. The Blademaster has received an epic nerf; Blademaster is out.]

The discussions in the live chat were exactly the biggest knot in Chen Guan's heart.

He couldn't help but quicken his pace, wanting to find Dr. Zhou as soon as possible, receive treatment, and then find a place to rest.

Long Ao: "???"

Why is the coffin moving so fast and slow all the time? What happened?

……

Dr. Zhou was repositioning a team member's dislocated arm when he saw Chen Guan being carried in by Long Ao, and his movements stopped.

"Put him on that bed."

She gave instructions, her tone serious.

As a doctor, she could tell that the patient was not following her medical advice.

Long Ao settled the coffin in its place and stood aside, showing no intention of leaving.

Dr. Zhou walked over, put on special gloves, and gently touched Chen Guan's left arm.

"What's going on?"

Dr. Zhou looked up at the coffin.

"I used a little force."

Chen Guan's voice betrayed his guilty conscience.

Fear of doctors and teachers is something ingrained in the DNA of Chinese children.

"a little?!"

Dr. Zhou raised her voice slightly as she took off her gloves and retrieved an injection containing a dark blue liquid from the metal cabinet next to her.

"That's not just a little bit."

As she complained, she pushed the medicine into Chen Guan's vein. The cold liquid flowed into his body, bringing a piercing numbness.

"Long Ao, you go out first. I need to perform a mental purification for him. The process requires absolute silence."

Dr. Zhou asked the guest to leave. Putting aside his medical ethics, this person was brought by Su Yuehe. If something went wrong, although it wouldn't lead to a medical dispute, his reputation would be ruined.

Long Ao glanced at Chen Guan, who nodded to him, before he turned and left the tent.

Half an hour later, Dr. Zhou packed up the equipment, his forehead covered in sweat.

"It's been temporarily suppressed."

She wiped the sweat from her brow; this was truly one of the most challenging patients she had ever encountered.

The main problem is that they don't follow the doctor's advice; young people are really hard to deal with.

"However, the root of the problem remains. I've set up a separate rest tent for you. Get some rest tonight and don't use any more power."

Dr. Zhou gave him some instructions, though he felt the young man might not listen.

Chen Guan thanked them and, guided by a medical worker, entered a small single tent.

He lay down on the makeshift cot and closed his eyes.

"Bar"

He called out in his mind.

"Where is Astaroth? And His retinue?"

"Have you been out and about for a while? Are you a bit rusty with your work?"

[The grumbler was so verbally abused that he dared not speak.]

[Even the funniest guy has met his end; I'm rooting for Coffin Bro this time.]

Is it possible that the grumbler wasn't mistaken, but rather that there's more to the story than we know?

Baal's black aura surged.

"Boy, don't talk to Lord Baal like that. Who do you think you're talking to?"

"Standing before you now is the strongest demon in human history, the sole savior designated by the demonic energy of heaven and earth, the lifelong nemesis of heroes, the head of all demons, a benevolent and righteous being who transcends time..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Chen Guan quickly called out, afraid that this demon would get carried away and keep talking: "There's no room for so many people here, get to the point."

Baal's surging black energy stopped, choked by Chen Guan's impolite interruption.

"Boy, you're questioning Lord Baal's professionalism."

His voice was drawn out, and he seemed dissatisfied.

Lord Baal hasn't finished bragging yet, how can you interrupt him?

You rude brat!

"Professionalism?"

Chen Guan said speechlessly, "Is your so-called professionalism just leading us to the Northern Border to watch a family drama?"

"What about Astaroth's power?"

"And His followers?"

[Haha, Brother Coffin has such a sharp tongue, I love it.]

[Grumbling: Don't I have any dignity?]

[The head of demons? I think it's more like the head of bragging.]

[Incorrect, the truth has already been revealed.]

"Shut up."

Baal's voice turned cold, and he stomped his foot in annoyance: "Lord Baal says that Astaroth's power is there, so it must be."

"Where is He?"

Chen Guan pressed on, giving Him no chance to catch his breath.

"snort."

Baal scoffed, "Listen up, kid."

"The power I sensed definitely belongs to Astaroth, that much is certain."

"Either that idiot human named Lu Ming has some connection with Astaroth, or one of His chosen ones visited this place and did something."

"The great Lord Baal will tell you in the simplest, most straightforward, and most direct way..."

The answer is the former.

"What do you mean?"

Chen Guan decided to give this demon god, whose language system had been invaded by Dou Moubao, some motivation to continue speaking.

Baal fell for the trap and began to show off his knowledge: "What is a Favored One? They are pathetic creatures who have been completely brainwashed by power and have forgotten who they are."

"That guy named Lu Ming, does he look like that kind of person?"

"He's a madman, but also a madman with his own ideas."

"He was not Astaroth's follower, but Astaroth's collaborator."

Although Baal did not experience all of this firsthand, fortunately He had some knowledge of martial arts.

A friendly colleague has already shared this information with Him.

"A human, in that historical context, cooperating with a demon god?"

Why not?

Baal's voice revealed undisguised pleasure: "There are always some self-righteous guys who think they can control things that don't belong to them and try to gain an advantage over the demons."

"Hehehe, just like you, you'll ultimately be manipulated by Lord Baal."

Chen Guan ignored the question: "Then what does he want from Astaroth?"