Succubus Chen Sir is reborn in Terra. Can he see the favorability?

Facing this sudden, overwhelming force, Chen Huijie showed no fear. He took a deep breath, his inner Qi boiling once again, as if ready to break free from the constraints of his flesh. With a backhand thrust, the Qi in his palm coalesced, impinging upon the shield like a volcanic eruption. The two powerful forces collided in mid-air, creating a deafening roar that seemed to shake the very heavens and earth.

For a moment, Aiguo and Chen Huijie couldn't help but take a few steps back. The powerful impact caused the ground to crack, and dust rose up, covering the sky and the sun.

At the same time, the repelled Herag and Patriot launched another attack. The Patriot used the length of the giant halberd to launch a sweeping slash at Chen Huijie, while Herag raised the Dongguo sword, and the slender sword light extended from it, once again achieving perfect coordination with the Patriot's slash.

If it were in reality, Chen Huijie would probably choose to draw his sword or jump away, but since it was a dream, Chen Huijie chose to continue facing forward without hesitation.

Then, Chen Huijie took a deep breath, and the blood in his body began to surge. The 'Vajra Indestructible·Modified' technique was activated. As his chest rose and fell, Chen Huijie seemed to be able to absorb and exhale the essence of heaven and earth.

At the same time, he raised his hands, palms facing down, fingers slightly bent, like dragon claws emerging, ready to strike. The air around him seemed to freeze at this moment, even the whistling wind stopped, waiting for that shocking blow.

Then, suddenly, Chen Huijie's inner energy surged, like a river bursting its banks, surging endlessly. He roared, his voice like a bell, shaking the dust around him and revealing a clear and bright scene. With this roar, he seemed to send the entire space before him away, pushing his hands forward with all his might.

At that moment, the Patriot felt as if he was hit by the wheels of a moving city. The huge shield in his hand almost slipped out of his hand. The terrible force made him plow a long gully in the ground.

But when the Patriot bore most of the frontal impact, it meant that the pressure on Hellagur's side suddenly eased. The Hippogriff General had already jumped high on the Patriot, avoiding the terrifying Qi palm technique, and swung continuous sword waves from the air at the black-robed man who seemed to be in a rigid state.

only....

Looking at the sword wave shattered by the aftermath of the true qi, Herag understood that this attack was still in vain. He could only return to the Patriot's side. After looking at the Patriot's shield-holding hand trembling slightly, he quietly drew his sword and waited for his old comrade to recover.

At this moment, Patriot and Hellagur saw that the black-robed man opposite seemed to have changed his mind and placed his hand on the sword at his waist...

PY: "I'm a druid, so it's reasonable for me to transform, right?"

Introduction: Good news, I have traveled through time.

Bad news, before I could figure out what was going on, I became the spare food that the goblins carried back to the cave.

Good news, there is a golden finger.

Bad news, the gold finger is a leather knife.

Hey, there just happened to be a poisoned and dying female magician next to me...

Several years later, facing everyone's suspicious gazes, Lu Xian solemnly declared: "As a druid, it's reasonable for me to transform, right?"

"As for things like substitutes, human leather jackets, possession, and TSF, I have absolutely no idea what they're all about!"

"Slander! Blatant slander!"

233 Hellagur: Wandering for Half a Lifetime, Never Meeting a Good Leader...

As the man in black robe put his hand on the hilt of the sword, Hellagur and Patriot felt even more terrifying pressure, as if the previous battle was just an appetizer. This made Patriot and Hellagur tense their nerves again. Patriot was even ready to overload the witchcraft altar to take his combat effectiveness to a higher level.

On the other side, as Chen Huijie's movements slowly unfolded, the hilt of the sword he was holding tightly seemed to bear a thousand pounds of weight, and every inch of the sword he pulled out was accompanied by subtle vibrations in the air.

Finally, the sword was unsheathed, and a dazzling light suddenly burst out, like the brightest light in the sky at dawn, which made Herag and the Patriot squint their eyes involuntarily, and they could not look directly at where Chen Huijie was. The light seemed to contain endless power and mystery.

At the same time, the black robe that Chen Huijie was wearing, which was the darkest color of the night, suddenly fluttered up silently at this moment, like a god dancing in the night, or like wings about to face the storm.

Behind his tall and straight body, the chaotic storm that had never dissipated for a long time suddenly paused for a moment at this thrilling moment, as if even the rage of nature was shocked and temporarily restrained its rage.

Then, the beasts, previously only vaguely visible within the storm, began to stir. A massive black bear, its eyes gleaming with a warlike glint; a hawk spread its wings, its sharp gaze piercing the storm; a Pegasus trod the void, stars twinkling beneath its hooves; a lion roared, its majesty shaking the heavens; and even the legendary Great Flame Dragon and Drakon, swirling and entwining, their every roar shaking the very air, as if threatening to rend the bonds of chaos.

These illusions rushed out from the abyss of the storm one by one, with an indomitable momentum, but when they approached Chen Huijie, they strangely merged into the sword body, as if they were performing an ancient and sacred ritual.

As the beasts merged, a tinge of crimson gradually emerged from the previously blinding light, as if the sword's light had been stained by the blood of those phantoms, or perhaps the witness of some ancient pact. This blood-red light not only illuminated the entire space but also formed a rippling halo around him, filling the entire scene with an atmosphere of both tragic grandeur and solemnity.

Hellagur and the Patriot, who saw this scene, realized at this moment that the man in black robe was not the messenger of the storm. On the contrary, he was the master of everything here.

Looking at the black bear's location, the patriot felt a complex mix of emotions. The bear's belligerent eyes reminded him of Ursus. His own country was like that bear, forever anticipating endless battles...

But now was not the time to think about it. After the black-robed man drew his sword, everything in this space seemed to change. Herag couldn't help but take a deep breath, and then his face became extremely ugly.

He was not wrong. The air was filled with sword intent that seemed to be able to cut people. Herag was very aware that his good comrade might not be able to take the next sword blow alone.

The Patriot also realized this. Although his physical condition had improved unprecedentedly in this mysterious space, his upper limit was still there. Although as a former Ursus soldier, he had always been an invincible advancer on the battlefield, but now, he seemed to be unable to do anything other than defense.

After all, Hellagur had tried it just now. Even after the conflict with him, the black-robed man still had extremely strong protection around him, making it impossible for anyone to break through and attack him.

Therefore, Patriot and Hellagur rarely gave up the idea of taking the initiative to attack, and concentrated on preparing to withstand the next attack. They had already felt that the black-robed man seemed to be wrapped in an invisible layer of cold air. Although the sword in his hand had not been swung, the sword energy was already overflowing, like the coldest wind in winter, penetrating into the bone marrow.

The tip of the sword swung gently, a mere movement that instilled in Patriot and Hellagur an unprecedented sense of oppression, as if the invisible blade had silently rested on their necks. The icy sword energy, like a substance, penetrated their skin inch by inch, stripping away every ounce of warmth and vitality within them. Their breathing quickened, their hearts pounded like drums, and the shadow of death enveloped them both.

However, at this critical moment, the black-robed man did not deliver the fatal blow he had hoped for. He slowly raised his head. Although the black robe obscured his face, his eyes seemed to penetrate everything, emitting a terrifying light. Looking directly at him, Patriot and Hellagur felt their hearts shaken by some powerful force.

Before the two men could recover from the sudden shock, the black-robed man suddenly moved. He turned around abruptly, and with a flash of sword light, he slashed directly at the raging chaos storm.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and a bloody sword mark was like lightning in the sky, instantly imprinted on the storm. The violent energy was abruptly stopped by this sword, and the center of the storm seemed to be torn apart, revealing an eerie tranquility.

The man in black robe stepped into the huge sword mark without any hesitation. His figure gradually blurred and finally disappeared from the sight of Hellagur and the Patriot.

With the departure of the man in black robes, the raging chaos storm seemed to have lost its support and quickly dissipated. The sky became bright again, and the depressing colors disappeared like the tide. The earth once again regained its former tranquility and peace.

"......" X2

This sudden change made Hellagur and Patriot look at each other in silence. Hellagur was silent for a moment, then looked at Patriot and said softly:

"Have you and I been let off?"

"General, where are you now?"

The Patriot did not respond to Hellagur's words, because the answer was already quite clear, and there were no other possibilities. The Patriot had already realized that with the disappearance of the witchcraft altar, his own existence seemed to be being rejected in some way. Therefore, the Patriot had to seize the time and complete the exchange of information with this old friend while still in this mysterious space.

Hellagur naturally understood what the patriot meant. He was silent for a moment and whispered:

"I'm in Chernobog. There's an infected clinic called 'Azazel' on the black market there. You can find me there."

"Okay, General, this time..."

The Patriot obviously wanted to say something more, but he had already woken up from this strange dream. Herag, who was about to listen carefully, blinked and found that he had returned to "Azazel". In front of him was a list of supplies that the clinic now needed to replenish.

Herag slowly took out his sheathed Eastern sword, quietly placed it in front of him, and gently stroked the scabbard with his hand. Several years ago, when Herag first took over this heavy sword, his fingertips accidentally touched the cold metal, and an inexplicable chill spread through his blood vessels to his whole body, just like today.

At that moment, having taken the knife, he watched helplessly as his friend's body collapsed like a kite with its string cut, life slipping away quietly, leaving only a dead silence and a faint scent of blood in the air. Even after all these years, Hellagur could still feel an invisible pressure gripping his heart whenever he recalled that scene. Pain and confusion woven into an impenetrable web, nearly suffocating him.

But unfortunately, the death of his best friend was caused by his own hands.

But Hellagur was helpless at the time. He was still ignorant and unaware of the unprecedented rebellion that was about to sweep across the entire Ursus Empire.

The defeat of this battle, and the troops who refused to obey orders and scattered everywhere, are only the mildest preview of the coming storm, foreshadowing the arrival of a greater storm...

Forget it, don't think about that...

Herag silently and slowly hung the exquisite scabbard around his waist, with a sense of ritual in his movements. Then, he gently drew out the unfamiliar Eastern sword. The sword light was like water, reflecting his solemn face.

Herag looked at the knife carefully. Every inch of the blade revealed the craftsman's exquisite craftsmanship, but there were no words or marks on the blade that he was familiar with, which made it even more mysterious.

He placed the knife flat on the table. In his eyes, the supply list on the table quietly turned into the battlefield map laid out when he first joined the army. Herag still remembered that the intricate battle lines were like the fangs of a beast, tearing the peace of this land apart.

His cold, slender sword stood perpendicular to those jagged lines, like an insurmountable boundary, a silent condemnation of the chaotic situation, forming a striking and cold cross on the map, foreshadowing the uncertainty and division of the future...

Haha, I didn’t expect...such a strange dream would stir up my dead heart.

Hellagur suddenly put the knife back into the scabbard, and the war room in his memory was instantly shattered by the material demand list in reality.

But deep within Herag's heart, that unquenchable flame still beat fiercely, like lava hidden deep beneath the earth, not easily revealed, yet never extinguished. In the past, he might have been able to weave a web of self-deception with various excuses, temporarily burying that passion in the abyss of his heart. However, in that dreamlike battle just now, all pretense and evasion collapsed in an instant.

It was a fierce duel unfolding on the edge of dreams. Every moment felt like walking on thin ice, a tangle of life and death. Herag's almost chilled blood began to boil again, like a blaze stoked by a strong wind, blazing fiercely. The feeling was both familiar and unfamiliar, like a cry from the depths of his soul, transcending the barriers of time and space, awakening his long-dormant warrior spirit.

Herag turned his head and looked out the window. On the next street, there was an Ursus flag hanging high there, but Herag could not help but think of the black bear that was swallowed by the sword in the dream. Even such a warlike and brutal guy became so obedient in front of the sword. Could it be that this dream was hinting at something?

Hellagur never denied his feelings. He was clearly aware that the general of the past was dead, and the living Hellagur was just an infected person who was hostile to Ursus.

But Hellagur also knew that he could not resist Ursus——

"No political entity should come into direct conflict with Ursus. Even if its corruption and fury will surely destroy it, it remains the most terrifying thing on earth."

The above is Hellagur's evaluation and understanding of Ursus. He is very clear about the deep hostility in his heart towards Ursus, like the biting cold wind in winter, clear and deep. Whenever it is late at night and everyone is asleep, this emotion will surge like a tide, leaving him nowhere to escape.

However, reality was like an invisible wall, trapping him tightly. He realized with great pessimism that he was like a butterfly trapped in a cocoon, with wings but no power to make any changes to Ursus.

Day after day, he could only sit in the dim corner of the Azazel Clinic, listening to the clamor of the world outside his window, yet feeling completely out of tune with it all. Time slipped through his fingers like fine sand, taking away his youth and seemingly slowly wearing away his once-boiling blood.

But if it's that person...

At this moment, the image of the mysterious black-robed man emerged in Herag's mind. He was so powerful, and...

Herag also remembered the look in the black-robed man's eyes before he left. It was not just a meeting of eyes, but also a silent transmission of strength and will.

In these eyes, Hellagur felt the desire for victory and the fearlessness of challenges, just like a lion gazing at the grassland, which was both the absolute dominance of the territory and the fearless exploration of the future. It seemed to be able to lead the people around it to move forward courageously towards the set goals, and seemed to be full of deep concern for others and infinite compassion for the weak.

Such a look is a symbol of power and a manifestation of responsibility. There is no doubt that it is the unique language of the king. It can make people feel awe without saying much.

So, if it was him, if such a person really existed...

Herag didn't let his thoughts wander any further, choosing instead to remain silent. It was a heavy and profound silence, as if a silent storm was brewing within him. His eyes, like two bottomless pools, stared intently at the Ursus flag swaying in the wind in the distance.

It was as if his gaze could really turn into a raging fire, not only igniting the Ursus flag, but also hoping to use this flame to burn away the filth and injustice that had accumulated in this land for a long time.

At the same time, Chen Huijie, who was at Longmen, slowly opened his eyes, looked at the door that was being quietly opened, and said softly:

"Shi Huaiya, what are you doing?"

234 Jay: I almost became a henpecked husband?

While Chen Huijie was out sparring with Margaret with his mace, Enchiodis, Shi Huaiya, and Zofia also began business discussions. Enchiodis originally thought that these two people might not be very familiar with Shelag's internal situation, and planned to sell some less critical industries to them at a more "favorable" price.

Of course, there is definitely money to be made. Even if there is a conflict of interest in the future, Enchiodis will not let the resistance of these two partners affect the development of his overall situation.

But as the negotiations progressed, Enthiotis realized that it would be difficult to "fool" them. Although Enthiotis noticed that the two men's understanding of Kjerag was somewhat biased, the knowledge points that were highlighted made him feel a little uncomfortable.

However, Enthiodis also felt that Shi Huaiya and Zofia seemed to have similar understandings of Sherag, and they must have been introduced to each other by the same person.

So, who is that person? It's really hard...

When he thought of the young man who seemed to have seen through all his thoughts just by sitting there in the confinement room, Enthyodis did not dwell on this matter too much. As long as the young man could make up for what he had not finished saying, the development of these two industries would be a gift to him, laying a good foundation for the development of their friendship in the future.

Enthiotis gave in, and the negotiations went smoothly. Zofia was in Casimir, not far from Kjerag, and her industries were quite compatible. Zofia and Enthiotis needed to continue discussing further cooperation.

As for Shi Huaiya, although her family also has industries in Victoria, the head of the Shi Huaiya family in Victoria showed signs of going it alone when Adams was seriously ill. Even when Adams was really about to die, this head might still want to compete with others for the position of the head of the Shi Huaiya family.

Therefore, Shi Huaiya had no intention of using Victoria's family resources to complete the investment in Shelag. However, this was not a big problem, because Shi Huaiya herself was also very rich. Although Sofia was not a rich woman, there was a gap between rich women.

Therefore, Shi Huaiya only needs to spend money to solve many troubles that she thinks are unnecessary. As for manpower, Chen Huijie said that this overseas investment expansion is a test of Longmen's business model transformation, so Governor Wei must send some people over.

To be honest, Shi Huaiya is not opposed to this "airdrop". Although this is a good opportunity, but think about it carefully. Shi Huaiya has not yet officially come into contact with or dealt with such large-scale cross-border trade. There will be many things that need to be paid attention to and handled, unless Shi Huaiya temporarily puts aside all the affairs of the Guard Bureau.

Otherwise, if the two things of the Guard Bureau and Kjerag Investment were to collide, Shi Huaiya felt that he would lose a lot of hair just thinking about it.

So this is pretty good. No matter what, after getting the Kjerag investment this time, I will definitely be able to obtain a sustainable source of funds and trade channels, and I can also experience and learn a lot from it. This is already a big profit.

But these are secondary.

What's the most important thing?

The key is!

This horse girl named Zofia is leaving!!!

Although Zofia didn't say it explicitly, Shi Huaiya had already sensed from her words that this Casimir man was ready to leave Longmen and return to Casimir. How great...

Well, this woman is pretty good. You know how rare this opportunity is. The business response is worthy of praise, so I'll just praise you. My attitude towards her seemed a bit bad before, so when we cooperate in the future, I'll just show a little kindness to her if I have the chance.

After all, this woman went to Casimir and she probably won't have time to come to Longmen for a while. As a local of Longmen, I still have to take care of the guest.

Shi Huaiya suppressed the urge to curl up the corners of her mouth and calmly accepted Enchiodis' invitation, preparing to have lunch together to further discuss the details of the cooperation.

Sofia glanced at the kitchen. She was originally planning to cook lunch herself, but Chen Huijie's text message interrupted her. What she wanted to tell Chen Huijie was naturally the news that she was going back to Casimir.

In fact, when Platinum appeared in front of Zofia, Zofia knew that she had to go back. Neither the Linguang family nor the Chamber of Commerce would let her continue to live a leisurely life in Longmen. And the current conflict on Casimir's side really required her to stand up and help the Linguang family and the Supervisory Commission behind it to give the Chamber of Commerce a blow.

It was just that she hadn't expected that Chen Huijie would get Kjerag's cooperation at this time. However, Sofia could also feel that Chen Huijie probably hadn't thought of this cooperation in advance. After all, when he talked to her about Kjerag before, he suggested that she go back and prepare first, and he would soon lead Kjerag's envoy to her.

In this regard, Zofia had no room for refusal. She was just a former competitive knight. If she wanted to gain more say and the right to protect herself, it was not enough to rely on the name of the Linguang family. Therefore, Zofia hesitated for a moment, sighed helplessly in her heart, and then accepted Ensiodis's invitation. Anyway, she was not leaving immediately. It would be the same if she went to say goodbye to Chen Huijie after the conversation.

only....

"Mr. Chen...won't you come with us?"

Just as Shi Huaiya and Zofia stood up to leave, Ensi Odis looked at them blankly, with no intention of getting up at all. After hesitating for a moment, he continued:

"They're just going there to spar for a bit. I don't think it will take up much time."

What Enthiotis said makes sense. He believes in the strength of the mace. As the former triple crown champion of Casimir, it is of great value. Enthiotis got his first angel investment by relying on the title of Black Knight.