The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

Yan Rulong had considered whether the other party was being controlled by a high-level force and unable to escape, and he also wondered if Dr. Lin could resolve the current situation...

But he still felt angry.

I am angry at the other party's silence, angry at the other party's indifference.

Yan Rulong knew very well that the other party couldn't possibly be unaware of the situation below, but they still hadn't given any instructions.

This might be due to his trust in himself, but for Yan Rulong, this trust was too heavy a burden.

He made up his mind.

If the other party cannot give him a satisfactory explanation and promise, he will definitely choose to resign from his position as commander-in-chief.

He feared that if he waited any longer, he would eventually suffer a stomach perforation due to excessive pressure...

The rooftop door opened silently as Yan Rulong approached, and he walked straight in without hesitation.

Then he saw the figure with its back to him, gazing intently eastward.

"minister……"

As soon as he opened his mouth, for no apparent reason, Yan Rulong felt that the situation seemed to be somewhat different from what he had thought.

Dr. Lin didn't seem like the lazy, irresponsible minister he usually was.

It's like a bomb, suppressing its emotions and about to explode.

Danger!

He kept his original words to himself. Yan Rulong was a tough guy, not a reckless one, and there was no need to provoke the other party at this time.

"Yan Rulong".

Without turning around, Xilin kept gazing at the sky above the other person, her eyes seeming to pierce through layers of clouds and see everything in the distance.

"If there were a traitor among us, who do you think it would be?"

Yan Rulong's expression did not tense up because of these words; on the contrary, it relaxed considerably.

...As expected, she wasn't completely unaware of it, thankfully.

Then, he heard Shirin continue:

"This person is qualified to know our encrypted communications, the coordinates of the transfer corridor, and has the ability to spend more than ten years setting up a scheme in Bincheng..."

Who do you think it would be?

His brows furrowed, and Yan Rulong forgot what he had initially wanted to question her about, falling into deep thought.

No more than ten people in the entire Bincheng branch would have access to this information.

One name after another flashed through his mind as he analyzed the suspicions surrounding each person...

"Moreover, he harbors extreme malice towards the Bincheng branch, saying that my absence twenty years ago led to all of that happening."

...All that happened twenty years ago?

!!!

In an instant, Yan Rulong felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and a name that he had subconsciously ignored flashed through his mind.

"Don't just think about those who are still alive, but also those who have been declared missing or even dead."

Turning her head, Shirin's eyes, which concealed a surge of anger, flashed with a cold light.

She glanced at him, then nodded slightly to the ice-cold Yan Rulong and spoke softly:

"It seems you already have the answer in your mind."

goo.

Swallowing hard, Yan Rulong's voice became extremely dry.

"That person, he is..."

……

"cough!"

Margaret's body was covered in layers of dark red scales, and her claws pierced through the chests of two angels.

The axe struck the chest of a headless angel statue, behind which lay several shapeless fragments of other statues.

But that was her limit; she could no longer fight.

Yun Shuchang was in a slightly better situation, barely managing to drag a tattered angel statue around in circles.

The two of them held off all the headless angel statues, while Jiang Wan faced off against the fallen angel priest.

Jiang Wan's situation was the most tragic; she was lifted up by the neck with one hand by the priest, and her wings on her back were ruthlessly broken.

The pastor looked up at Jiang Wan and spoke in a hoarse voice:

"Your sacrifices are all meaningless."

Just then, Jiang Wan, who looked like she was about to die, suddenly opened her eyes and spat out a blood-stained cone of light from her mouth.

At such close range, the priest couldn't dodge in time and was hit directly on his mask by the light!

Kaka...

The cracks gradually widened and eventually spread to the entire mask, causing the mask, which was already half broken, to crack completely.

After being released by the pastor and thrown to the ground, Jiang Wan charged forward like a female leopard, preparing for a final, desperate attack.

"Die! What...!!?"

Hey.

The prop hidden in her palm fell unconsciously, and the fierce golden light in Jiang Wan's eyes vanished in an instant.

Her body trembled gradually, in disbelief, as if her worldview had shattered, her voice trembling:

"No, how could this be..."

……

"He was the previous commander-in-chief of the Bincheng branch..."

With a livid face, Yan Rulong uttered that impossible name.

"Li Tiandu."

His voice was distorted and warped. He clenched his fist and then slowly said:

"He is my mentor."

"He was also Ning Feng and Jiang Wan's deceased adoptive father..."

Chapter Seventy-Two That Person

There wasn't a huge difference in the face beneath the mask.

Like his body, he appeared withered, thin, and old...

However, judging from his eyebrows and eyes, one can still see some of the sharp features he had when he was young, suggesting he was a handsome man.

But it was this seemingly ordinary old man's face that made Jiang Wan stand frozen in place.

Stiff.

Upon seeing that face that was both strange and familiar, Jiang Wan could only stand frozen in place, unable to make any other reaction.

She stared at that face, her lips twitching slightly several times, but she didn't say anything.

is this real?

Is this a dream?

Or are they just people who look alike?

What on earth happened?!

"you……"

Before she could ask a question, Yun Shuchang rushed over, grabbed her around the waist, and dragged her to Margaret's side.

"The mission failed, but you still have a chance to leave."

Margaret licked the blood from the corner of her mouth. Without the slightest hesitation, she recklessly burned the red dragon blood within her at this moment.

The muscles became more developed, turning into an upright, reptilian-like structure. The child's pores shrank further, revealing a dangerous glint.

This technique, which stimulates the potential of one's own bloodline, is called a forbidden art. Although it can unleash powerful energy in a very short time, the side effects are extremely obvious.

At best, it will severely injure you and reduce your potential; at worst, it will deplete your bloodline power and directly endanger your life.

The consequences of these technologies are clear, involving lives and future potential, and no one would attempt them lightly unless absolutely necessary.

But Margaret knew very well that now was the last resort.

"Go! Shuchang, you take Jiang Wan and go! Go and meet up with Xiaoyu, then retreat immediately!"

"This is an order."

She didn't understand why only her squad had been assigned this mission, nor did she understand why no support had arrived yet.

But she understood one thing...

If they don't use it now, they won't even have the slightest chance of survival!

Yun Shuchang instinctively wanted to refuse, but she swallowed her words after seeing that Margaret had already made her move.

There was no melodramatic scene of "No, I have to stay and stay with you!" leading to their mutual demise. Yun Shuchang nodded with difficulty and said in a hoarse voice:

"Understood... Captain, you must hold on, I will get reinforcements."

Then, she forced a smile and said, trying to sound cheerful:

"You have to hang in there, I'll introduce you to men later."

With that, she dragged Jiang Wan straight out of the church.

"A woman who only talks the talk."

A smile crept across her tightly clenched lips. Margaret, remaining where she was, muttered something under her breath in Russian, then laughed and scolded: