All-out: Starting with the Awakening Special Operations Unit, search, attack, and withdrawal.

"Clang~ Clang clang~"

The melodious classical piano tune, carrying a touch of warmth and sadness, echoed throughout the underground villa as the claws of several ravens darted across the keys, bathed in the flickering firelight of the fireplace.

Mo Ling swirled the wine glass in her hand, enjoying it with her eyes closed, while her other hand occasionally swayed gently to the rhythm as if conducting a conductor.

Enjoy a perfectly timed sip of fine wine.

As soon as he opened his mouth, his elegant, melodious, and deeply melancholic voice emanated from his lips.

"Am Brunnen vor dem Tore (At the foot of the mountain, in front of the fence)"

"Da steht ein Lindenbaum (There is a linden tree)"

"Ich träumt' in seinem Schatten (How many sweet dreams)"

"So manchen süßen Traum (I am enjoying myself in the shade)..."

"Winter Journey: The Linden Tree," played by a few ravens, is absurd, yet within that absurdity lies an indescribable elegance and nobility.

Mo Ling sang a song.

Not far away, in the fireplace opposite the long table, the firelight flickered, and every now and then several men in black would appear out of thin air from the firelight, each carrying a blood-stained package.

First, he walked to a short distance from Mo Ling and bowed respectfully.

Then, carrying the bag, he sat back down in his seat without saying a word.

They opened the pockets and placed the heads inside—each with its eyes wide open, filled with astonishment, shock, fear, and other emotions—on the empty plates of the long dining table in front of them.

The candlelight flickered.

Not far away, several ravens hopping on the piano keys seemed to have been infected by something as well.

The notes began to become more passionate.

Beside the piano, in front of the cello, harp, and other musical instruments, the ravens acted like real musicians, plucking the strings with their wings or hooking them with their claws and beaks.

The melody of "Winter Journey: The Linden Tree" flows smoothly without any hesitation or stumble.

Suddenly it transforms into the first movement of Rachmaninoff's Piano Concerto No. 2.

After a few heavy piano notes, the deep, somber chords seemed to instantly make everyone present feel the pressure of fate.

Mo Ling slowly opened her eyes.

Through the transparent glass in his hand, reflecting the luster of red wine as it swayed gently, his gaze fell upon a long row of heads laid out on the long table. There was no sympathy in their eyes, only the pain and resentment of being immersed in the past.

suddenly.

A sound, so jarring amidst the melodious concerto, seemed to shatter something enormous.

The sudden sound sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.

The white-haired old man, who looked like a butler, quickly walked to the place where the sound came from.

In front of the five empty seats, the plates were neatly arranged with knives and forks placed side by side, but the plates underneath were all shattered.

The old man's expression changed slightly.

The men in black on either side of the long table also changed their expressions when they saw the five broken plates.

Shock, fear, astonishment...

The old man carefully walked to Mo Ling's side. Although he tried his best to control his voice, the obvious tremor was still hard to hide.

"Master... the Black Insect Squad has been completely wiped out. The operation has failed!"

Mo Ling stopped swirling the wine glass in her hand.

Then, the Rachmaninoff concerto playing behind them suddenly changed.

Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, Third Movement.

Sharp, angry, hurried, restless...

The old man kept his head down, but when he caught a glimpse of Mo Ling's lips slowly curving into a smile, a layer of nervous sweat appeared on his forehead.

"..."

A clear, deep breath came from Mo Ling's nasal cavity.

This caused everyone present to hold their breath instantly.

Which secret realm did they enter?

The butler kept his voice as calm as possible: "Master, it's a common-level [Thunderhorn Lizardman Tribe]."

"Normal level... Hah! Hahaha! Normal level..."

Mo Ling murmured softly, her fierce eyes sweeping over the several teams present.

"If I remember correctly, the Black Bug Squad ranked second among you newcomers, right?" Mo Ling's icy eyes seemed capable of freezing everything.

Ravens had somehow begun to circle above the restaurant.

Several of them even landed directly on the heads of the men in black.

The sharp beak gleamed with a cold light, and faint traces of blood were visible on it.

"You managed to wipe out the entire Black Insect Squad, which was ranked second, in a mere ordinary-level dungeon operation... You've disappointed me greatly!"

His tone was calm, but his eyes, which seemed to be looking at discarded trash, immediately made all the men in black present stand up in a flurry of tension.

"President! Please allow me to lead the Vulture Squad to the [Thunderhorn Lizardman Tribe]. We will surely wash away the shame the Black Insect Squad brought upon you!"

"President! The Snow Wolf Squad requests permission to engage! I guarantee that within three days, we will shatter the [Thunderhorn Lizardman Tribe]'s secret realm!"

"......"

Mo Ling raised her hand, and everyone immediately fell silent.

They watched him, barely daring to breathe, awaiting his final verdict.

As a reserve squad of the Night Raven Society, they may seem much stronger than the pioneer squads outside, but in reality, they are nothing compared to the Night Raven Society leader in front of them.

In fact, among the new recruits back then, several teams in a row failed to satisfy him.

That year, there wasn't a single living person...

Mo Ling's voice rang out softly.

"Tonight, I'm going to a dance party. Before I return from the dance, I hope there will be a lively party in the wilderness outside Huangshan Base City. If not..."

He didn't say anything more, standing behind him in front of the instrument that had once been played by a raven.

Unbeknownst to them, they had transformed into several stunningly beautiful women with slender figures, exuding sexiness and elegance.

Beneath the black, form-fitting evening gown, her figure was so perfect that she resembled a goddess.

A faint red light seemed to linger around the other person.

Everyone who saw this was instantly startled. The squad leaders quickly saluted, then immediately picked up their equipment again and walked towards the blazing fireplace.

Mo Ling stood up and walked to the woman who was playing the piano gracefully, her eyes filled with tenderness.

A hand gently rests on the other person's shoulder.

"Darling, we should go now; we can't keep our guests waiting..."

The woman looked up and smiled beautifully. In the next second, her figure shone brightly with red light and transformed into a streak of light, flying towards Mo Ling's chest.

The light faded, and a pendant shaped like a goddess swayed gently.

......

Forty miles west of Huangshan Base City.

It was still morning, the sun was shining brightly.

At this moment, the [Clifftop Plague Hospital] secret camp was shrouded in gloom and darkness.

Despite the presence of the misty, enchanted barrier of the secret realm, the people in the secret realm camp could still clearly smell the stench in the air.

Jiang Xingdong, the city lord of Huangshan Base City, was carrying an exaggerated Green Dragon Crescent Blade.

He glanced behind him.

The team consists of Lan Yujing from the Rose Flower Team, Song Ming, the president of the Cube Merchant Guild, and two high-ranking military officers from the Huangshan Base City.

Then came the Falcon Squad, and the mixed-up Crossing Dragon Squad.

After the three full-strength teams, there are substitutes to take their place.

Jiang Xingdong had lost his usual amiable demeanor; instead, he exuded the stern and ruthless aura of a seasoned veteran.

"As you all have seen, the barrier of the secret realm has weakened to this extent in less than half a month. For the sake of the hundreds of thousands of people in Huangshan Base City, even if I have to risk my life, I will make sure this secret realm is thoroughly understood and controlled!"

Despite their heavy hearts, everyone nodded in agreement.

"Set off!"

At the entrance to the secret realm, the guards stood in neat salute.

They watched with solemn expressions as the three teams entered the secret realm.

however.

Just as the three teams entered the secret realm.

The entrance, which was originally glowing with a white light, suddenly trembled violently, and then the white light instantly turned into a terrifying scarlet.

A tremendous, invisible force instantly sent the guards standing in front of the entrance flying.

"not good!"