What were you doing before the end of the world? Are you going to be an assassin?

Is it true that the Fire Sword of Judgment repelled the monster from the Quiet Lake?

He thought it was just nonsense spoken by those people after being frightened!

"Leader, I have offered my sincere contribution to you. Why are you hesitating?"

76. Are you worthy enough to be my enemy?

When Murphy saw Connor holding the golden apple, an item that no degenerate could possess, he stopped thinking for a moment.

He had been telling himself all along that the monsters in Jinghu Lake were too strong, there were too many guards in the factory, the poison gas was too potent, and with only a few of us we were definitely no match for them, so we should just follow the stream to look for them!

But when he came to his senses and recalled the rumors about Connor, he actually felt a glimmer of hope in his heart.

Although new members such as Old Red were broken up and assigned to different areas and teams with different functions in Sean, they also promoted the spread of Connor's deeds in the factory.

Old Red was very secretive about Connor's origins. After being spread by more than 200 mouths, the story about Connor has become: "He is the righteous man sent by the goddess to save us."

"Connor, you..." Murphy wanted to ask Connor to be Sean's leader right now, but he could no longer find Connor. There was only a map covered with various marks and lines.

“Should we deal with the monster in Jing Lake first… I’ll take people over there to check out the situation…” Murphy carefully put the map away. Even if Connor couldn’t lead them back to the ground through the factory, this map was still very valuable.

Without alarming anyone, Connor put on his hood due to the sudden drop in temperature after leaving Sean City.

Putting aside the facts, Sean's environment is indeed the most suitable for survival in the underground world.

Following the path that Geller from the collection team had taken to "collect" the resistance fighters who had just escaped from the tentacles of the Tranquil Lake monster, Connor gradually swung to the edge of Tranquil Lake.

Jinghu Lake is still as dark, as smelly, and as quiet.

The underground water pipe that was cleared by the Colossal Titan's arm was still there, without any signs of repair, as if the factory where Connor originally worked had been completely abandoned.

But Connor knew that wasn't the case.

In his eagle eye vision, in addition to many vague outlines in the quiet lake, there are also many signs of life in the underground "mountain".

"Activate [Force Summon: Esdeath]."

Connor aimed [Summon Force] at Quiet Lake. The reason he wanted to replace the Colossal Titan was that he found during use that the noise made by the Colossal Titan was too exaggerated and did not suit the covert operation he needed. However, [Esdeath] was very suitable.

Connor used Eagle Vision to see that the lake was not deep in most places. Only the middle area was deep enough for the huge Silent Lake Monster to live.

As Connor gave the order, the prism flashed a blue light, and then a vortex with a black main body and shining silver starlight appeared next to Connor.

Da da!

Ice General Esdeath, wearing a white military uniform and high heels, stepped into the world.

"It stinks. Is this... Kitty? Are you alive?"

Esdeath narrowed her eyes and grabbed Connor's shoulders with both hands.

After guessing that Xiaoying was killed by some disguised assassin in Night Raid, she was about to take people to force Night Raid out.

But ever since the prism stopped reading the memory world, the memory world has stagnated forever.

Connor: ...hiss, Prism, you said that the advanced proficiency retains part of the memory, and it is the last part that is retained? How can he use the Colossal Titan's self-destruction with peace of mind? Oh, it's okay to have the memory, it should be exploded. Ice General should also be used when necessary.

But Prism gave him a reminder.

Prism: It is the deep memory of the bond between the target and the qualified person. After using [Force Summon], the target will also keep the memory during the summoning period in order to exert higher proficiency. The target is a separate memory extending from the "deep bond" branch and has nothing to do with the main body.

Prism has always adhered to the bottom line rules. If you can't establish a deep bond, you can't become the target of the summons. If you want to become the target and exert the power of advanced proficiency, doesn't it have to use the memories of establishing a deep bond?

The next time he chose to establish a relationship with a call to force target, Connor felt that he should be more careful.

"You lied to me?" Esdeath's voice was colder than the temperature of the underworld, and it went straight into her heart and lungs.

"I just said I was too weak. Who said I was dead?"

Did Lan expose himself? Connor asked in accordance with his character setting after using dimensional teleportation to offset the time difference.

Now there is no way Esdeath can be dealt with.

Um... not a lie?

Esdeath, who was pulled out of the memory world, was affected by the prism, and only a part of it was materialized. With his intuition that was good at torture, the Ice General got a "real" answer.

The answer is indeed true.

"Humph, time is limited this time." Esdeath snorted and let go of Connor. "The target is the lake and the monster in the lake, right? It's a piece of cake."

"As quietly as possible!" Connor explained.

“It’s really troublesome to be tied up.”

After all, under the rules of [Force Summoning], General Bing gathered all the power of the imperial weapon and threw an ice sword through the air, which pierced the center of Jinghu Lake.

In an instant, snowflake patterns spread rapidly along the landing point of the ice sword, and in just a blink of an eye, all the edge areas of Jinghu Lake were frozen solid. Only the central area could not be fully frozen due to the deep water.

Click!

Cracks appeared on the ice surface. The Quiet Lake Monster, whose water surface was disturbed, used its powerful tentacles to wrap up the stones on the bottom of the lake and the remains of the Shell Monster it had eaten, smashed the ice, and resurfaced to the surface.

"You are worthy enough to be my enemy?"

This was the moment Esdeath had been waiting for. She pressed her right hand downwards, and the huge ice sword that condensed into a solid object in mid-air stabbed straight down between the eyes of the monster in Jinghu Lake!

Imperial tools are so magical that they allow people to perform magic-like effects in a world without magic.

And magic is the natural nemesis of the Quiet Lake Monster.

The monster's body was half frozen, and the living water occupied by the ice layer could not support its huge body, and the sensitivity of its tentacles was greatly reduced. Facing the murderous ice sword, it had no way to dodge, and could only stare at the ice sword piercing its central nervous system with its two big eyes that had turned into cock-eyed eyes.

Soon, a large pool of blue-green mucus flowed out of the body of the Jinghu Monster, and then all the exposed parts of the body turned white instantly, leaving only a few tentacles whose muscles were not frozen and were still twitching.

The Jinghu monster, which had been entangled in Jinghu Lake for many years and had preyed on countless escaped resisters, was stabbed to death just like that.

"That's it for now. The ice here basically won't melt. By the way, where is this place? It doesn't seem to be in the Empire, right?"

Esdeath's body became much lighter, which was a sign that [Summoning Force] was about to end.

"It's very far from the Empire, but there shouldn't be a shortage of battles you'd like to have."

Esdeath nodded, then completely disappeared into the underground world.

"Then I should go dig into the sewers too."

77. Perfect synchronization failed, so you can only choose another stealth method

"Where are we going?"

"Just take a walk. Nothing will happen anyway."

"why?"

"You haven't heard of monsters living in the sewers, have you?"

Two men in black boots were holding short sticks and lanterns, patrolling the dirty sewers, but the scope of their patrols never exceeded the area outside the magic pattern.

Therefore, it was impossible to see the reopened sewer exit, the quiet lake that had completely turned into solid ice, the monster that had been frozen into an ice sculpture, and Connor whose [breath was blocked].

The two black boots walked in front, and Connor followed behind. Along the way, he heard them commenting on the entire factory environment and personnel management. Nothing escaped their venomous tongue.

"Look at these meaningless things, brother. We are also meaningless. Those people above don't care whether we live or die, and they don't care whether the slaves work in the factory or not."

"All they want is to separate the citizens from us degenerates. I bet the things these slaves make on the assembly line are just like Valkyrie, created to please the citizens. Fighting those dragons can be fun, just like in the Colosseum."

The two of them walked around a corner. Connor quietly wiped the throat of the slightly lagging behind. He changed into the uniform of the Watcher mimicked by the [Apple of Eden], took off the mask on the corpse and put it on himself, and asked in the voice of the Watcher:

"Brother, you know so much!"

Connor, pretending to be a silent watcher, took a few quick steps out of the corner and caught up with the other watcher. He was almost ready to worship the talkative watcher as an idol who was well-informed.

"Hey, I used to be in charge of a warehouse, and I only saw the Empire sending people and things to the border islands, but I never saw anything being sent from a factory warehouse to the Empire."

As expected, the chatterbox guard who wanted to show off did not doubt it. He shook his head and said dejectedly: "I thought I could be a warehouse manager for the rest of my life. What a pity, what a pity..."

Silent Black Boots guessed, "Is it the last riot? The poison gas was quite scary. Do you know who ordered the release of the gas?"

The former warehouse manager suddenly lowered his voice and whispered, "I think you are a good match, and we are good at chatting. I will only tell you!"

Silent Black Boots immediately nodded quickly, indicating that he would never tell anyone.

"There's no one at all!"

"Brother, please stop teasing me," Silent Black Boots said, "How could poison gas appear out of thin air without anyone around?"

The talkative guard looked at Connor as if he were a bumpkin, but in the end he decided not to give up on this person who could talk to him. It didn't matter if he was short-sighted, he would just make do with him for now.

"Don't you know? In the past, masters who knew magic all had their own magic towers."

Connor nodded. This was more like the style of a magical fantasy world. The empire was too weird.

Seeing that Connor understood, the talkative guard breathed a sigh of relief. He no longer had to explain to Connor what the magic tower was.

"Such a large magic tower, do we really need the magic masters to clean it up personally?"

"Aren't there servants?" Connor asked back. If he is called master, he must have a few servants, right?

"You can let servants into confidential places? I think you are using the brains of a degenerate to think about how citizens eat." The chatterbox guard sneered, "Of course, those places that hide secrets can only be known by yourself, but what should I do if I don't have that much time to take care of them?"

"So there were tower spirits that could think like humans," the chatterbox caretaker finally said, "Those tower spirits collected and kept things for the magic masters. All you had to do was hand them over to the tower spirits."

"I guess there must be something similar to the Tower Spirit in the entire underground factory!"

Connor didn't respond, but just thought about what he should do if there really was a tower spirit.

But the talkative guard didn't think so. He felt that he was not trusted and that what he said was too mysterious, so he added another weight.

"Don't disbelieve me. Most of the leaders and factory managers among the guards believe it exists! Moreover, I have evidence!"

The former warehouse manager winked and said, "I have heard the voice of the tower spirit."

"What sound?"

"A female voice. It's a woman's voice! But it's emotionless and rather immature." The former warehouse manager was quite excited.

This is the Border Island, where the Empire exiles the degenerates.

Female degenerates are detected at a young age and sent to the Valkyrie base to serve as combatants and provide entertainment to the citizens; male degenerates are thrown into factories to produce things that the Valkyries need.

Connor felt that something like Tarling was unreliable.

Just like everything flying in the sky will fall down, everything automatic will also get out of control.

In the absence of direct supervision over the "Tower Spirits" that may exist in underground factories, the "Tower Spirits" will simply continue according to the original instructions and add their own "interpretations".

Wait... Connor suddenly thought of the problem of poison gas. If it was Tower Spirit, then everything would be clear.

In the Tower Spirit's view, the degenerates that entered its body should have been eliminated, but it was unable to act due to the instructions.

Once a slave uprising occurs, the tower spirit will have the opportunity to release poison gas without distinguishing between friend and foe, and after clearing out the guards, he will be able to keep the factory intact.

And this is also consistent with the fact that the Empire treats the border islands almost just for fun.

"Oh, by the way, we should go back too. Let's write "nothing happened" for today's patrol situation. Nothing happened anyway."

The talkative guard led Connor out of the stinking sewer. As soon as he emerged, he crawled to a clean place to lie down. "Oh, I'm so tired. This is not an easy job. It's a pity for my warehouse manager..."

Leaving the former warehouse manager there reminiscing about the past, Connor returned to the place where he had tightened screws for several days with ease.

The poisonous gas here has not completely dissipated yet, and there are no new slaves working here. There are only a few guys who are dressed similarly to Connor and also have masks on their faces.

"You...are back from patrolling the sewers? Where's that chatterbox?" Someone saw Connor and asked in a muffled voice through his mask.

"He's lying over there."

The captain of the guards who was asking the question frowned. When did that taciturn guy become so talkative at once? Was it so effective to be with a chatterbox?

The captain quietly pressed the magic pattern button in his pocket, intending to play a trick on the taciturn guy.

See if the mute can say more words when the light flashes under his feet.

Click~

The button was pressed.

"Magic pattern authentication failed, warning! There is an illegal intruder!"

78. Killing all the witnesses is a perfect infiltration.

Warning! Intruders present!