I slay evil in the Department of the Supernatural

Chapter 174 (173): Promotion Sequence Eight Towns and Lands! Pharaoh's Pyramid! Paradise for Rotten People (Long Chapter, Please Subscribe)

Inside the cultivation room, Xu Lindong took out four bottles of the level-two extraordinary potions he had exchanged from his bag.

Then the metal box was opened.

A mound of soil lay quietly in the box; it was black in color and had a sticky texture.

If it weren't for the strong and clear supernatural energy it was emitting, this thing would look exactly like a pile of dried black dog poop.

"Thank goodness I don't have to show it off directly in my mouth —"

Xu Lindong glanced at the accompanying instructions and muttered to himself.

He had read similar instructions before, and this was just a confirmation: to be promoted to "Town Land," one must evenly spread this cup of soil all over the body, leaving no spot untouched.

Xu Lindong's eye twitched slightly.

This kind of delicate work is usually only done when applying soap, and he himself estimated that he couldn't reach certain parts of the body.

We can only let the illusory image of extraordinary popularity take over.

He picked up the handful of soil and weighed it in his hand.

It was about the size of an adult's palm, a dark, indistinct mass.

"Is this all you've got enough to cover me in?"

He's a tall guy, standing at 1.87 meters, with a sturdy frame and well-proportioned muscles.

The soil in front of us looks rather shabby no matter how you look at it.

"Is the portion the same for everyone? What if a burly man over two meters tall comes along? He'll run out of product after applying only half of it!"

He suddenly remembered Director Shi from the supplies department, whose expression was meticulous and who seemed to be in a "period of regularity."

"Could it be... that she's been cheating me?"

Despite his inner grumbling, he still quickly took off his clothes, grabbed the handful of soil, and went into the bathroom.

He first tried spreading a little on his palm.

It was then discovered that the soil seemed to have its own extensibility, becoming thinner and thinner, and more and more even as it was spread, until it silently covered the entire palm of the hand without showing any sign of diminishing.

"----I see."

Xu Lindong suddenly realized.

It seems that it's not a matter of weight, but rather that this extraordinary substance has an inherent "stretching" property.

Reassured, he began applying the ointment to his body.

First the arms, chest, waist and abdomen, then the back and long legs.

For some corners that he couldn't reach on his own, such as the middle of his shoulder blades or the lower back, he would summon his extraordinary illusory clones with a thought.

The shadowy figure's gestures were skillful, and the application was even more meticulous than his own.

He made sure to apply extra swabs to certain key areas, making sure nothing was missed.

If you miss a spot and the strongest area turns out to be the weakest, you'll make a huge fool of yourself.

As the application was completed, a cool sensation gradually seeped into the pores.

He felt as if he were slowly sinking into the deep soil, a feeling of suffocation.

This suffocating feeling intensified suddenly, and the negative effects of the breakthrough began to emerge.

He felt as if he were buried alive underground, with no air supply, and each struggle only increased the pressure on his chest.

The power of supernatural matter is seeping wildly through every pore of my body, and the feeling of being buried is layered upon layer, more terrifying than wearing a faceless mask.

He felt almost suffocating.

Xu Lindong remained calm, lay down in the bathtub, but his consciousness sank inward, and he began to recall every event he had experienced in Jiangcheng.

From initially following Team Lu to handle simple and mysterious cases, to leading a team independently for the first time to resolve the incident of Old Man Zhou biting his daughter-in-law in Liangjie Community, where he was infected.

From battling the evil creatures at Qinglong Temple outside the city to stepping into the sinkhole for the first time and slaying the zombies—

They also suppressed evil spirits within the city and subdued powerful clans and their bicycles.

From dealing with the traitor Yuan Heng, to eliminating the three scourges at the Cixin Welfare Society in Huangpizi Town, to clearing out the zombie horde outside the city, and being hailed by countless citizens upon returning to the city —

One pile, one piece.

He tackled these issues one by one.

They protected this city time and time again.

The gratitude of the citizens, the focus of the media, and the growing prestige and respect —

All of this gradually converged into a clear "perception".

That was an understanding of the authority over this land.

The soil covering him was no longer heavy and suffocating, but rather like countless warm, comforting hands that lifted his body.

That was no longer burial.

Instead, it was upheld by the people of this land.

It was lifted high into the air.

Within his body, that profound, extraordinary power was rapidly transforming and being absorbed by his cells.

All traces of the Qin Qiong door god stickers on his face vanished quietly at that moment.

Only the two door god stickers, Shencha and Yulei, on the front and back of the chest and back, still appeared in the dim light.

However, it has also become noticeably weaker and is being rapidly absorbed as the power flows.

He is fully committed to the sequence of "urban land".

As the power of the door gods was rapidly absorbed, his understanding of the remaining five of the eight gates of the human body also deepened at this moment.

At the same time, various capabilities related to "urban land" include: boundary reorganization, land management, etc.

It began to emerge one after another from the depths of his consciousness, transforming into clear insights.

Meanwhile, at the headquarters of the Jiangcheng Supernatural Bureau, in Xiao Jingfeng's office.

Captain Xiao sat behind his large desk, explaining the mission details to Squad Leader Liu Zhixing.

"Investigate the matter of the Yama's Decree yourself in secret, don't make a big fuss about it."

Xiao Jingfeng pondered for a moment and said, "Although this person's methods are illegal, he has mostly done things to punish evil and uphold justice, so his general direction is correct. It would be the best outcome if we could bring him to our side."

Liu Zhixing nodded: "I understand, Captain Xiao."

"His activities are mainly in the East District. You can make more contact with the East District's Department of Supernatural Affairs and exchange information."

Xiao Jingfeng paused briefly, then looked up and said, "If we can't find any clues through conventional means, we can apply to use that supernatural object to inquire in the Ghostly Path."

The place is full of all sorts of strange and shady characters; surely one or two of them have bumped into him.

With your abilities, you should be able to pry something out.

"Yes, I will handle it," Liu Zhixing replied.

As soon as he finished speaking, two soft knocks came from the office door.

The door was pushed open a crack, and a head peeked in, a clear voice asking, "Dad, are you finished talking?"

Xiao Jingfeng looked up, a hint of helplessness on his face: "Mu Feng, how many times have I told you, don't just come in when I'm discussing serious matters."

Seeing this, Liu Zhixing stood up and smiled, trying to smooth things over: "Captain Xiao, you and your daughter can chat. I'll go take care of some business first. I'll report back to you on the progress later."

Xiao Jingfeng nodded and saw Liu Zhixing off.

As soon as the door closed, Xiao Mufeng walked in with light steps.

Xiao Jingfeng watched her skipping around and shook his head with a smile, "You're running around everywhere as soon as your injury heals? If it weren't for Captain Xu's strength and his repeated protection of you last time, you wouldn't be standing here so easily. I've said it before, don't always rush to the front in these dangerous missions."

Xiao Mufeng immediately went over and took Xiao Jingfeng's arm, grinning, "Dad, don't underestimate me! The captain has helped me a lot, but I've also improved a lot in the last few months. Like father, like daughter, I'll definitely be no worse than you in the future!"

Xiao Jingfeng sighed and patted his daughter's hand: "Actually, Dad didn't expect you to become that strong. It's enough if you can protect yourself and stay safe and sound."

That would be best, I'd like to stay in the city and find a good son-in-law for me as soon as possible, so that I can have a healthy baby boy. Then I can rest easy.

"No way!"

Xiao Mufeng immediately objected, "I'm still young, and I don't want to be tied down by marriage so soon."

Xiao Jingfeng smiled, shook his head, and then a thought suddenly struck him. He tentatively asked, "What if it's a young person as outstanding as your Captain Xu? Wouldn't you want to 'get on board' sooner?"

Xiao Mufeng's expression froze instantly, her ears turned red, and she turned her face away, muttering in a muffled voice, "Dad, why do you always push your own daughter away? Can't you let me stay home with you more?"

Upon seeing his daughter's reaction, Xiao Jingfeng immediately understood.

He gave a meaningful smile and didn't press the matter further, but he had already taken note of it.

But when he thought of something else, a faint sense of unease unconsciously rose in his heart.

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The Federation, a small town on the outskirts of Oakville, inside a manor completely under control.

Many displaced refugees, who have long lost their basic means of survival, gather here and perform repetitive labor every day.

Their expressions had become somewhat numb, but their movements seemed to have taken on a strange mechanical quality as they wrapped the corpses of their companions, covered in mushrooms and mold, into body bags and transported them into the cellar deep within the manor, which reeked of a strong musty smell.

This has been going on for over a month.

People often disappear suddenly from a crowd.

The next day, familiar faces might appear in the body bags they themselves had processed.

However, most people have become accustomed to it.

Once you step into the manor, there is no possibility of escape.

No one deliberately tortured them, nor did anyone directly kill them.

But some people always lose in this competition with mold and spores, falling silently into the shadows.

No one knows what kind of evil deeds are taking place deep in the cellar.

All they knew was that they couldn't escape from here, but they also wouldn't starve.

Every day there is food, water, and even beautiful women, alcohol, and cigarettes, and occasionally some "special things" for people to enjoy.

For these "rotten people" who have lost everything, this place is like paradise.

Aside from moving corpses, they no longer need to worry about rent, their next meal, or any struggle for survival.

The owner of the estate promised that anyone who could resist the onslaught of mushrooms and spores and survive to the end would become one of their most distinguished members.

This is a crazy gamble, risking lives and betting on the future.

And these people who have already lost everything seem to have no other bargaining chips to bet on but their wretched lives.

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Deep within the manor, in a luxurious hall.

Several figures sat in a circle, among them was Field, the representative of the Norman family.

As he listened to the gang leader Terence's incessant complaining, he said calmly, "Be patient, my friend. Is your head also full of scabs like your ass?"

"Xia Kingdom is not a place we can easily interfere in, unless you want to risk your life."

"Mr. Wilson's search for the Yama's Decree on his network of connections over there also takes time."

Jiangcheng is at least twice the size of your former country; it's not a place where just anyone can rule with an iron fist.

Terence waved his hand impatiently: "Alright, Field, for your sake, I'll wait a little longer."

But my men are about to reach their breaking point.

"This godforsaken place is full of those damn viruses, and those disgusting mushrooms and spores! Damn it! I really don't understand what you guys are doing!"

"You don't need to worry about this."

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Field said coldly, "Just keep an eye on what's in your crotch, and don't go around rooting around like a goat."

After seeing Terence off, Field turned to the man opposite him, who was wearing a white robe and had a thick beard.

"Mr. Wilson, what you've done on our estate is really uncomfortable."

He frowned. "Not to mention Terence, even I'm about to lose it."

God is my witness, when I woke up yesterday, I found the girl in my bed covered in damn mushrooms. It felt like I slept on a pile of fungi all night. It was like I was having sex with a bunch of mushrooms last night—it was disgusting.

"Isn't this a pretty novel experience?"

Wilson swirled the wine in his glass and began slowly, "You should be more patient, Mr. Field. What we're doing now is no small matter; it's a truly great undertaking, a plan personally overseen by our Holy Order's esteemed demigod, Gilbert."

His tone deepened, carrying a certain frenzied sense of ritual: "If it is successfully implemented, it will be enough to deal a heavy blow to Xia Kingdom's 'Pride Plan,' which will be extremely beneficial to us."

You don't actually believe that the Holy Church gave your family that evil artifact and the guiding compass just to deal with a "decree from the King of Hell," do you?

His gaze sharpened: "He's merely a test subject for this plan. If this malevolent object can successfully take effect at long range, we can use it against even more powerful prodigies of the Xia Kingdom—this is our chance, our chance to crush the future foundation of the Xia Kingdom!"

Wilson raised his glass, his tone triumphant: "If this is accomplished, not only will His Excellency the Demigod be satisfied, but even our Holy Order's great savior, the true god Quentin incarnate on earth, will reward us. At that time, your Kerman family—will surely rise again."

After listening, Field's furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

Indeed, I am still too easily influenced by my personal emotions.

Things have developed to this point, and it's no longer as simple as avenging the direct descendants of the family and establishing authority.

Behind this lies the deep cooperation between the Kerman family and the Holy Order, and even greater interests and schemes.

Eliminate the King of Hell's Decree.

However, this is just a small first step.

Time flies, and a week has passed in the blink of an eye!

Inside the cultivation room of the Divine Realm, a powerful, extraordinary energy slowly spread out.

Xu Lindong's figure would sometimes appear in the bathroom, and sometimes in the center of the training room.

Sometimes the bathroom door would suddenly appear in front of him without warning, and even the bathtub in the training room might suddenly appear at his feet.

This was all due to his subtle control over the power of the town's land.

Three days ago, he had already successfully broken through and officially advanced to Sequence 8: Town Landlord.

In the following days, he took level-two extraordinary potions to consolidate his realm while repeatedly familiarizing himself with the power he had just acquired.

Now, a full week has passed, and his realm has become completely stable, and his use of the town's land abilities has become increasingly proficient.

Now, he has grasped the basics of boundary alteration and the ability to relay orders from the ground, and can even combine the power of the door gods with the unfamiliar boundary alteration techniques.

His rapid progress may also be related to his frequent visits to the Tower of Babel in the past two days.

The "female director" imprisoned behind the gate to the eighth level of the Heavenly Path did indeed "reveal" a lot of insights during the "friendly exchange".

At this moment, Xu Lindong's mind sank into the Tower of Babel.

His consciousness solidified and appeared before the gate of the eighth level of Heavenly Dao.

His gaze fell on the four earthen figures carved in relief on the door.

River basin land, mountain land, urban land, mythical land.

The four routes are distinct in style, seemingly corresponding to four different "role-playing" paths.

The land in the river basin is shrouded in mist, as if standing on the riverbank surrounded by water vapor, with a profound and lingering atmosphere.

The mountains and land stand majestically, their bodies seemingly the same color as the rock strata, their shoulders appearing to bear the weight of ancient trees and boulders. Just gazing at them evokes a profound and heavy sense of oppression.

The town's landform is most clearly defined, its features carrying both the gentle warmth and majesty of everyday life, as if it were holding up a town in its hands.

The image of the mythical land is quite vague, and it seems that more fertilizer is needed for it to gradually become clear.

These four figures exuded different yet shared auras of land authority.

Xu Lindong had been quietly observing and pondering during this period.

He pushed open the gate to the Heavenly Dao and went inside.

Inside the door, a voluptuous and alluring woman was tightly bound to the ground, spread out in a "T" shape; it was none other than the female director.

Now, apart from her stubbornness, her whole body is limp and she can't move.

Noticing Xu Lindong enter, the female director gave a cold laugh: "What, little guy? Missing me again so soon?"

A sickly allure flickered in the corner of her eye. "Your tricks are too naive. Electric motors, fire, bring it on, or I won't be satisfied."

Xu Lindong stopped three meters away from her, arms crossed, his tone indifferent: "You're quite stubborn. All you've said is that you're afraid I'll throw you back into that despairing darkness."

He scoffed, "Right now, all you want is for me to play some exciting games with you, but why should I reward you for no reason?"

The female director's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the flirtatious demeanor she had just displayed vanished completely.

"Desperate darkness? Ha—what I've experienced is far more desperate."

Her voice was icy. "You don't actually think—I still retain my complete humanity and personality, do you?"

She suddenly gave a mocking smile. "Wrong, completely wrong. You should pray that I never escape from here, otherwise you're finished."

"escape?"

Xu Lindong chuckled lightly, his expression calm. "You're probably dreaming."

He stopped arguing and got straight to the point: "Alright, I don't have time to waste with you."

Think carefully and tell me, what exactly did you go through in the past? How did you become like this?

"Also, how can I quickly master the top-tier ability of land boundary shifting in urban areas?"

Tell me all this, and I can take you out for some fresh air occasionally—so you don't get bored here.

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The female director sneered, "You still dare to let me out? If you let me out—you'll definitely regret it."

Xu Lindong chuckled: "That's not something you need to worry about."

After saying this, seeing that the other party still refused to give in, he shook his head and turned to leave.

This female director is very special.

The bronze mirror of the Tower of Babel revealed that she must have been an extraordinary person in her previous life, possibly even a "prodigy," given that she was not very old and had mastered both the civil and military door gods.

Having such strength is no simple feat.

She seems to have died in the river patrol sinkhole incident years ago, and her current state is very strange.

It resembles some kind of evil spirit, yet retains a distorted and morbid personality.

This may be related to the long-term mental pollution caused by mental hospitals.

Such evil spirits, even if twisted, possessing humanity, are actually very rare.

At least, she can communicate normally, teach him some of the town's supernatural abilities, and even continue to grow like "Little Finger".

Of course, growth is the normal process for most evil creatures and evil spirits, and they often become stronger as evil power accumulates.

The exception is something like the little finger, which can grow even though it's not an evil or strange object.

Therefore, if used properly, this female director can become an extremely powerful tool.

"More importantly, even if she is released, she will be suppressed by the Tower of Babel because of her evil nature."

He can control her like he controls evil spirits, and he can also take her back at any time.

As long as she accumulates enough merit, she has no chance of escaping the control of the Tower of Babel.

In contrast, extraordinary individuals like Yin Shi Han are not suitable.

Stepping out of the Heavenly Path room, Xu Lindong glanced at the Underground Path room opposite.

He didn't go over and talk to Han, the underworld official who had been imprisoned there for a long time, so as not to give the other party a "reward" for such an exchange.

He casually touched the little finger that had come to him, and his consciousness was about to exit the Tower of Babel when the voice of the Goddess Houtu came from the top of the tower: "Advanced to Sequence Eight, your strength is barely enough — you can go find some more useful information for me now."

Xu Lindong was taken aback, then looked up at the top of the tower: "Your Majesty, what intelligence do you need me to gather?"

"This investigation isn't just about me; it's also related to you."

Houtu's voice was deep and slow, "The intelligence may involve the Tower of Babel itself—and perhaps even the former tower master."

"What?"

Xu Lindong's expression suddenly turned serious: "What do you want me to find?"

"Beyond the borders of the Xia Kingdom — a fragmented ancient civilization."

Houtu slowly said, "It should be a pyramid. It was the Pharaoh's Path that never formed a complete sequence. Later, the entire path was corrupted and occupied by evil gods, so it has long been cut off from public view in the Federation."

"While the relationship may be severed openly, it may not be so secretly—"

Xu Lindong quickly made a decision in his mind.

Pharaonic civilization, pyramids, Pharaonic pathways.

He had heard these things before, but he always regarded them as dead rumors.

In recent years, there have been almost no active individuals using related methods in the Federation, and the entire method is practically defunct.

Unexpectedly, Houtu would point to this almost forgotten ancient civilization site.

The thought of the federal forces still hunting him down stirred something within Xu Lindong.

Perfect timing! I can use this opportunity to gather intelligence for Houtu Niangniang and take care of those people as well.

If he really encounters a difficult problem, he can legitimately ask the Empress for help, since he still has two more opportunities to ask for assistance.

Even if it requires one more use, the Empress probably won't refuse, considering it's for helping gather intelligence.

Having made up his mind, Xu Lindong immediately replied, "Alright. After I finish what I'm doing, I'll go out and find this intelligence for Your Majesty."

After the exchange, he consciously withdrew from the Tower of Babel.

Xu Lindong opened his eyes and stood up.

The next moment, his figure suddenly appeared in front of the bathroom mirror, calmly straightening his clothes.

This is not a ghost step, but rather the ability of the town's land to shrink the area to an inch.

However, at present, it is still limited by the range of the "territory alteration" ability, which is not yet proficient, and can only teleport within fifty meters at most.

After tidying up, he went back to his room, picked up a paintbrush from the table, and casually put it in his pocket.

After his promotion, he became very skilled at using this paintbrush and no longer needed to put in the effort to figure it out.

After being scanned by the Tower of Babel, this brush was identified as the "Peach Blossom Spring Brush," classifying it as a Class C mystical object.

Its effect is to simultaneously amplify the power of the door gods and the earth gods.

Moreover, drawing patterns on the ground or wall with a pen allows one to "draw a circle on the ground and imprison oneself."

However, the side effects are also obvious.

The longer you use it, the heavier the pen becomes.

It might even backfire, imprisoning the user within the painting's world.

Even if you don't use this pen normally, carrying it around will give you a slightly annoying "pretentious" effect.

After all, it's hard not to show off when you're carrying a pen.

The high-profile side effects are the opposite of those of the Faceless Man mask.

Load the paintbrushes.

Xu Lindong casually slung the Crimson Bow behind his back, turned around, and grasped the doorknob from a distance.

The door slid open silently.

He took a step forward, and his figure disappeared into the house.

Frequent use of supernatural abilities does indeed take a toll.

However, after several "friendly exchanges" with that female director.

He had already determined that by "squandering" his power in this way more often, he could actually accelerate the digestion of supernatural substances and master deeper abilities more quickly.

As soon as he stepped out of the cultivation room, Xu Lindong took out his extraordinary phone and sent a message to Yi Qiande.

The message came through on my phone very quickly.

Yi Qianxun's voice popped up, her voice a mixture of joy and resentment: "Dongzi! You're finally out! It's been a week! A whole week! Do you know how I've spent these past seven days? I almost missed you to death!"

Hearing Xun Jie's vivid and exaggerated tone, Xu Lindong couldn't help but smile.

"I'll be back soon, but I need to get the handover of my position sorted out at headquarters today."

He walked into the headquarters corridor while replying to the voice message.

Its form was sometimes clear and sometimes blurred, flashing quickly between the hall and the corridor.

"Holy crap, who's showing off like this? Using superpowers to get around headquarters?"

"Is there anyone at headquarters who can put on airs even better than me?"

Several passing executives were taken aback at first, then followed the gaze.

Upon seeing the dark red Crimson Bow on the man's back and his handsome young face, they all fell silent.

"————Oh, it's this person."

"He has been promoted to squadron leader at our headquarters."

The group exchanged glances.

never mind.

They certainly have the right to show off.

Even if they wanted to compete, neither of them had the ability to outdo the other.

You can only silently cooperate with his pretentious act, and even have to offer a smile.

"Captain Xu, are you done with your training?"

"Captain Xu, you've broken through? Congratulations! That 'shrinking the earth to an inch' technique is truly masterful!"

The executives who were just complaining in their hearts were now smiling and greeting people, living the kind of lives they themselves "despised" the most.

There's no way around it; being in the system, this kind of manipulative act of thinking "MMP" while putting on a smiling face is a basic skill in officialdom.

Xu Lindong had already heard those mutterings, but he still responded with a smile.

Anyway, he always carries a pen in his pocket, so wherever he goes, he exudes a sense of pretentiousness. There's no way around it.

He soon arrived at the Chief of Staff's office.

Seven days ago, Chief of Staff Shen Guanting had already approved his appointment as company commander at the meeting.

Now he only needs to collect the new credentials and seal to directly meet and take over the new squadron members.

As per his request, the old liaison officer, Xiao Qing, was retained, so she was also transferred to headquarters.

However, upon arriving at the Chief of Staff's office, he discovered that Shen Guanting himself was not there. Instead, Secretary Peng came forward and politely handed him his identification documents, seals, and other items: "Squadron Leader Xu, the Chief of Staff has other matters to attend to these days and specifically instructed me to give these to you after you leave the country."

"Keep up the good work; you're currently the most promising talent in headquarters."

"Secretary Peng, you're too kind."

Xu Lindong smiled and accepted the pile of items, exchanging a few simple pleasantries.

Since the chief of staff was not there, he did not linger and turned to leave.

I casually flipped through the squadron member roster in the items and glanced at it briefly.

His gaze paused slightly when it fell on the names of two of the substitute players.

"Xiao Xuemei came too? Looks like her dad arranged it..."

Xu Lindong paused for a moment, but did not resist, and a smile appeared on his face.

Xiao Mufeng is very clever and his timing in battle is flexible. The key is that this junior has connections and resources, and her energy and spirit have improved rapidly, reaching over fifty. It's not a problem for her to come in as a substitute player.

However, upon seeing the various options for breaking the ice and establishing team cohesion that the squadron was facing, he couldn't help but feel a chill.

Task 1: "Lead your team to deal with the Bigfoot monsters that occasionally appear outside the city on Shennong Mountain."

Task Two: "Assist Liu Zhixing of the Second Company of the Second Brigade in finding the Yama's Decree!"

"There's even a quest to help find the King of Hell's Decree. Is it because I was born in the East District that this was specially arranged?"

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Xu Lindong thought to himself that something was amiss.

Finding yourself in this situation, that's something else entirely.

It seems that next time he uses the identity of the King of Hell's Decree, he should go outside the city, otherwise he will be easily caught inside the city.

While he was pondering, he had already arrived at the second company of the first battalion he was leading.

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