On my second playthrough, they were full of malice towards me.

Liao Ji had no intention of helping the revolutionary army like Roland had done. On the contrary, he wanted to give the revolutionary army in the Sealed City, this crumbling house...

Then give it one last kick.

Chapter 87 The Old Alliance, The Forgotten Ones (Part 1)

When you have money, many things become very simple, whether it's thinking about others or being thought about by others.

Irene and Liao Ji were in the old city of the Sealed City, in a warehouse area separated by barbed wire, which looked like it had been abandoned for a long time. But if you went a little deeper, you could find many patrolling sentries. Anyone could tell that something secret was hidden here.

So

"Old man, how did you find this land?" the girl asked, puzzled. It was only their second day in the Sealed City, yet the young man beside her seemed to know everything.

"You meet a rich, gullible patron, do business with him once, but then he refuses to do business with you a second time. Tempted by the potential profits, you get the idea to hire gangsters to teach him a lesson, so he won't be so ungrateful and will obediently come back to be fleeced again. Isn't that reasonable and normal?"

After hearing Liao Ji's words, Irene finally understood a little. She immediately exclaimed in surprise, "Old antique, you mean that real estate developer and slave trader from yesterday?! They contacted these pseudo-revolutionary army members, and they also want to take advantage of us?!"

"To be precise, they did have this idea, but they lacked the drive to act it out and were still hesitant, so I sent 86 to help them out and let them act out the script for me in advance."

"Huh!? When did this happen? How come I didn't know?" Irene's eyes widened. She was practically always by the young man's side, except when she was sleeping!

"Have you forgotten that you asked where 86 went last night?"

"But didn't you say you sent 86 to withdraw the money?"

"Isn't this just withdrawing money?"

Liao Ji showed Yilin the millions of Ash Coins that had been returned to her account balance. The girl immediately felt sorry for the real estate developer. When she thought about how he had traded that mansion to them at a ridiculously high price, Yilin still felt a pang of guilt.

"So, should we sneak in now, or charge in?"

"No need for that. Remember to use the new items you get, don't let them gather dust."

As Liao Ji spoke, he took out a stone pendant, which was Hearthstone Tear. Then, a faint light quietly appeared on the pendant, and the two figures began to flicker continuously. After several short-distance "teleports", they easily avoided all the guards and went directly to the top floor of a warehouse located in the rear.

"Looks like the timing is just right."

Looking down from the warehouse roof, one could see numerous demi-human races, all standing silently on either side. The one at the head appeared to be a jackal-type demi-human, and next to him was another...

That was a human.

He was a famous figure in the sealed capital.

When they went out this afternoon, Liao and Ji went to various newsstands and bought all the newspapers available. Having brushed up on their studies, they immediately recognized him as Feng Ji, an absolute high-ranking official equivalent to the "mayor" of the area, who had appeared on the front page of newspapers many times.

Just as Liao Ji had predicted, the pseudo-revolutionary army that was actually committing atrocities everywhere must have had official support behind it. However, what Liao Ji did not expect was that the "support" was actually quite strong.

After chatting briefly about other things, the two people below the warehouse quickly moved on to the topic that Liao Ji was interested in.

"So, what about what you promised me? When can I meet the heads of those demi-humans on the wanted list?" Mayor Feng Ji's expression was not good when this topic was brought up.

"Don't worry, Lord Fengji. I had already made a plan, but they changed their strategy at the last minute, so I can only deal with it for now."

"A last-minute change of tactics?"

“Yes, remember the young rich man named Liao Ji that I asked you to investigate yesterday? It seems that those guys are now focusing all their attention on him.”

Feng Ji frowned at the words of the jackal-like demi-human, and he quickly replied:

“I’ve used my connections to investigate, and I’m certain that the young man’s identity is fake. He’s either from another country, pretending to be a Chinese citizen, or he’s the illegitimate son of some big shot. In any case, I can’t find any trace of him on the surface.”

"That's great! This way, we don't even need to prepare the bait ourselves. We can just sit back and reel it in. Once my informant on their side tells me the exact time of their operation, I'll let you know immediately. Then we'll just turn the tables on them and make sure we can wipe out all those ungrateful desperados on the spot!"

hiss

Hearing this from above the warehouse, Irene gasped in shock; the amount of information was truly staggering.

So

Within Ah Xue's revolutionary army, there was actually a "mole"? That mole leaked the revolutionary army's every move to these collaborating puppet troops?

What Mayor Fengji and Jackal Yaman are plotting now is to take advantage of the fact that the Revolutionary Army is out in force to rob them, and then, as a third party behind the scenes, turn the tables and turn the tables on them!

this.!

Irene turned her head anxiously, wanting to say something to Liao Ji, but the young man shook his head, signaling the girl to continue watching.

As mayor, he certainly couldn't stay in such a place for long. Soon, Feng Ji, wearing a trench coat, left the warehouse with his bodyguards. After his subordinates confirmed that Feng Ji had indeed gone far away, the Jackal Demi-human waved to the shadows behind him.

And next

A snake-human demi-human slowly emerged from a hidden corner.

"How about it, Cold Serpent? I didn't lie to you, did I? I made sure you heard every single word of the conversation from behind. Isn't this a golden opportunity for us demi-humans?"

Seeing that the snake-like demi-human opposite him remained silent, but those familiar with Leng She knew that this was Leng She's way of expressing her opinion, a smile appeared on the jackal-like demi-human's face.

"That arrogant human dared to try and make us demi-humans kill each other—how ridiculous! When they arrive, the ones who will truly be wiped out in one fell swoop will be the Lungmen Army!"

"Once we join forces and annihilate all of humanity's elite forces in the Sealed City, this city will return to our demi-human hands! Then..."

The jackal-like demi-human snorted twice.

Wow, wow!

Irene, who was in the warehouse, was almost completely confused.

So

Actually, the mayor was the one who was betrayed? The two revolutionary armies seem to be hostile, but in reality, they have already conspired to put on a show for the Lungmen Army of the Sealed City.

Moreover, judging from the words of the Jackal Demi-human, their actions and goals this time are quite significant. They intend to take this opportunity to overthrow the rule and completely subjugate the entire Sealed Capital!

We're now just one step away from achieving this plan.

"We can act as bait for you, but how can you guarantee that we can truly annihilate the entire Longmen Army? Feng Ji has a 'Relic Envoy' under his command! If we can't deal with that 'Relic Envoy,' all our scheming will be a joke!"

When Leng She spoke of this, especially when she saw the words "Relic Envoy," she revealed a gritted-teeth expression.

After all, in terms of actual combat power, demi-humans are actually slightly superior to humans. However, it is precisely because humans can use the power of "relics" that they have created the current lowly status of demi-humans.

Faced with Leng She's questioning, especially given the classic fear that their demi-human race had shown towards "relic wielders" for hundreds of years, the jackal demi-human laughed, a wild laugh.

He suddenly spoke up, using a strange word in response.

"Cold Serpent, have you ever heard of the Old Alliance?"

"An old alliance?"

"Yes, but I only recently found out that the people in that organization have another title; they prefer to be called..."

"The Forgotten".

Chapter 88 The Old Alliance, The Forgotten Ones (Part 2)

An old alliance?

The Forgotten?

Seeing the fanatical expression on the face of the jackal-like demi-human opposite him regarding these two words, Cold Serpent's brows furrowed even deeper.

As we all know, there are only five major powers in the world today: two countries, two alliances, and one city.

He had never heard of any new force called the "Old Alliance".

Not to mention the strange name "The Forgotten".

"Ha, Cold Serpent, look at your face now, it's exactly the same as mine back then. But believe me, after you see what's coming next, you'll know how mysterious and powerful they are."

As the jackal-like demi-human spoke, he gestured to his subordinates.

A fairly common canine-human demi-human immediately stepped out of the line. While Leng She was still wondering what they were up to,

Roar!

The canine demi-human suddenly let out a loud cry, and then layers of blood-red patterns began to rapidly emerge from his body. These blood-red patterns intersected and spread all over the canine demi-human's body like the roots of an old tree. His demi-human physical characteristics began to disappear rapidly, and in their place, his whole body was completely covered with animal fur. His hands and feet also mutated into real canine limbs, and his body rapidly swelled to two or three meters. His fangs, sticky with saliva, protruded faintly from the corners of his mouth.

Such an anomaly startled Leng She, causing her to retreat several steps. The canine demi-human, who was about the same height as Leng She just moments before, now required Leng She to look up at him. The beast fur that was combined with the blood patterns on his body looked particularly ferocious, and the aura emanating from his body had more than doubled. A few red mists swirled around him, making him look scarlet and eerie.

"This...this is beast transformation!? He's become a Calamity Transformer? This is impossible! Loba! How did you do that! I, we're not..." Cold Serpent quickly reacted, his face showing utter shock.

Beast transformation is a unique ability of the demi-human race, a racial characteristic, and can be considered their pride. It can greatly enhance their overall physical attributes by several times. In the history of five hundred years ago, it was because of this ability that the demi-human race stood out from countless other races and was fortunate enough to be chosen by the "Emperor" to join the final allies.

However, this beastification, which should have been an "instinct," gradually disappeared from their demi-human bloodline. When the last demi-human "relic user" died three hundred years ago, their "beastification" ability seemed to become history as well. To this day, no demi-human can successfully "beastify."

"Do you see that? This is the power of the 'Old Ones.' They can purify our filthy bloodline, allowing us to resonate with the turbidity once more, awakening the true bloodline from our 'Ancestors,' and enabling our demi-human race to rise again!"

The jackal-like demi-human was incredibly excited when he heard this.

The once-glorious "beastification" ability has disappeared, and every demi-human feels extremely inferior. After a century of enslavement, they have come to realize and acknowledge the inferiority and filth of their bloodline, which is a result of their decline of the superior bloodline passed down from their ancestors five hundred years ago.

Now that they have successfully restored "Glory" and regained their "beast-like" state, they have become Calamity Absorbers, possessing the qualifications to absorb and use Calamity, and even to regain control of the "Relics"!

A brand new path to a bright future was right in front of him; how could Loba not be excited?

No, it wasn't just Loba; all the demi-humans in the warehouse were thrilled by this, including Cold Serpent. He might have felt guilty about colluding with outsiders behind his companions' backs, but things were different now.

Having witnessed Loba's true trump card and the "old" power behind Loba, Cold Serpent now has unwavering confidence in their plan. Moreover, he believes this is not betrayal, but a sacrifice—a sacrifice to make their demi-human race great again. He thinks his fellow revolutionaries, who were used as bait, will understand him.

After all, compared to their own side, where they were still barely surviving and hiding under the protection of a human slave trader, Loba's side was the real "revolutionary army"!

"Hahaha, Cold Serpent, I knew you were different from those idiots who call themselves revolutionaries but are actually just playing house. Come on, join us. As a celebration, I've specially prepared some blood sacrifice materials for you."

As Loba, the jackal-like demi-human, spoke, he had his subordinates place a small bottle of scarlet liquid in front of Cold Serpent. When the stopper was pulled out, a strong smell of blood wafted out. It was blood, and a mixture of many different kinds of blood.

"The essence of Turbid Calamity is fear, the unknown, and dread. It is all negative emotions! Only one hundred people can extract and create this blood sacrifice material. Cold Serpent, don't disappoint me."

After hearing Loba's words, Cold Snake gasped. Only then did he finally understand why Loba's revolutionary army frequently looted and attacked civilians. It turned out they weren't after property at all; the robbery was just a cover. Their true purpose was...

kill!

It is the "material" for accumulating blood sacrifices!

Is this really true? Did their ancestors awaken in the same way? And was that dog-man's appearance just now truly "beastified"?

Cold Serpent didn't know, and no one could tell him, about all the relevant records. Not only him, but many demi-humans had tried to find them, but without exception, these clearly important inheritances had disappeared without a trace, as if they had been directly erased.

Many other demi-humans in the warehouse cast envious and jealous glances at Leng She. Because the materials for blood sacrifice were limited, only a small number of demi-humans could obtain such an honor for the time being. Under the influence of the surrounding atmosphere, Leng She, who was always clear-headed, was also moved by the emotions. He gritted his teeth and drank the blood bottle in front of him in one gulp.

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