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"It's okay, cry if you want to."

The next second, Wanqi burst into tears in Virtin's arms.

Before all this happened, Veldine had already set up a mysterious spell to block out sound. Although she wasn't very good at using mysterious spells in combat, she still knew a little bit, and now she could use it.

Under the torrential rain, a boy and a girl embraced, the girl comforting the boy.

The boy, however, brought the power to silence the "storm".

after a while

Wanqi and Virtin sat on the edge of the Dragon's Breath Pit, chatting.

Are you feeling better?

"I feel much better. Thank you for taking care of me, Miss Sichen. If Xingdi had seen what happened just now, I think I would have been stuck on this issue for the next six months."

"So I installed soundproofing and shielding, and the effect is just right."

The two exchanged a smile, and the atmosphere became much more relaxed, perhaps even excessively so.

"Mission accomplished?"

"Yes, it's done. Thanks to your help, I'm no longer an eternal prisoner. Thank you, Veldin."

“I should be thanking you.” Veltin shook his head and said very seriously, “Without you, our operation this time would have been very dangerous. Even if we had escaped danger, we would probably have had many regrets in the end. But your help made us walk over these abysses as if they were flat ground. It’s a good ending. Thank you.”

"Although I don't quite understand, could I summarize what you're saying as follows: because I'm too strong, you speedrunned through the game and missed at least 100,000 words of the story, and you also missed the parts where you were hurt?"

Nobody likes a bad end, and I certainly don't want it to happen.

"I didn't like it either, so this ending is pretty good."

Just then, Virtin suddenly asked in surprise, "Wanqi, your body!"

Wan Qi raised his hand and found that it had faded.

Yes, it's fading, gradually turning transparent, and seems to be gradually disappearing.

At the same time, the embrace from the Red Sea world was gradually intensifying. He knew that he had to go back, at least once.

"It's okay, someone just called me back for dinner, GBP=（'。'*）)) Sigh, the kind of thing I can't refuse."

"Are you sure there won't be any problems?" Virtue asked worriedly.

"It's alright. I'll be back in front of you in a month. Besides, from now on, we can freely use our phones' communication functions and communicate across the world. This technology is truly amazing. By the way, could I borrow your suitcase?"

"good! "

Without saying a word, Virtin immediately brought over his suitcase, which Wan Qi then took in his hands and infused with the power of the Red Sea.

In fact, it simply contains a Red Sea Power Crystal of extremely high purity, much higher than the ones outside, but also much safer, because it was a product personally crafted by Wan Qi.

No one understands the power of the Red Sea world better than him.

"Alright, from today onwards, your world inside the box can not only protect mystics, but also ordinary people. Consider it a small parting gift."

Virtue's eyes widened slightly. She took the suitcase, tears welling in her eyes, and said thank you.

In this way, I can protect more people and reduce more regrets.

However, the biggest variable is clearly Chicago, which has now been transformed into a red crystal mine.

“These things are too dangerous, I will take them all away.”

Wan Qi raised his hand, and the entire city of Chicago began to tremble. Then, countless red crystals suddenly disappeared.

It was simply a matter of reclaiming the power that belonged to the Red Sea world. That world was very generous to its only prisoner, allowing him to take whatever he wanted from it, including reclaiming it.

"By the way, you haven't really looked into this tri-fold phone yet, have you? Come on, let me teach you how to use it."

It's actually not that complicated. After completing the task, Wan Qi and Wei Erting's phones had a WeChat-like function added. Now it's just the two of them in the group. This dimensional chat group has many cute emoticons and an emoticon creation function. In short, it perfectly fits the positioning of an advanced social software from the 1920s.

Virtue was completely defenseless against cute things and fell in love with them instantly, after all...

She was only sixteen years old at the time.

“We’ll meet again, right?” Veltin watched Wan Qi gradually fade away.

"Of course, one month, that's my promise. Anyway, goodbye, Veldine."

"Okay, goodbye, Wanqi."

Wan Qi's figure vanished completely, along with the undead creatures he created. Only the Chicago Dragon's Breath Crater, which was not affected by the backlash from the torrential rain, proved that something truly terrifying had happened there.

And now.

Welcome to 1913.

Section 24: 72 Hours After the Battle of Chicago

(Ninth update!!!)

St. Love Foundation Headquarters

"Chicago was bombed to the ground, is that true?"

"Indeed, and the destroyed areas were not washed back by the torrential rain."

"This is outrageous!"

"Was it made by the Re-Craftsman?"

"What's done is done, and no matter how outrageous it is, we can only accept it."

"I don't know, I'm not sure, we lack information."

"What about relevant research?"

"It has started, but there has been no progress so far."

"Where is Si Chen's team?"

"Unable to contact them at the moment."

"What a troubled time."

The impact of the Battle of Chicago was enormous. For one thing, the signal of one of the Foundation's branches suddenly disappeared completely. Such an effect could only be attributed to weapons of mass destruction.

You have to choose between large-scale mysticism or nuclear weapons.

Red Arrow's reconnaissance team arrived in Chicago immediately, only to find a bunch of large craters.

"It has been confirmed that there is no nuclear radiation."

"That is the power of mysticism."

"It's certain that Arcana made a move, but another force..."

"What's wrong? "

"It's similar to the power of mysticism, but also different."

Constantine, vice president of the St. Love Foundation, looked at the documents in her hand with a furrowed brow.

She wasn't a technical expert, but she knew a little about it. However, the current problem wasn't just touching on her blind spots; it was touching on the entire St. Love Foundation's blind spots.

A power similar to, but entirely different from, mystical arts.

If there were samples available, it would be fine, but the researchers collected secondary samples on-site, not source samples.

The difficulty of this research is like giving you a grain of sand and asking which desert it comes from. The key is not to locate its location, but whether this grain of sand is related to an ancient civilization, and if so, whether it was picked up by a monarch of some era.

Please press zero, thank you!

The best solution right now is to find Si Chen's team directly. They were on the scene and definitely have firsthand information. However, Si Chen's team has disappeared. On the other hand, the action team that Ms. Z sent earlier has been found and is currently being interrogated. But Si Chen's team is still nowhere to be found.

Even the original location and tracking information on the Wilting suitcase disappeared completely.

Damn it, that was technology from the master of Pigeon House, and it just vanished without a trace, without even a ripple of resistance.

It's outrageous fucking open the door to outrageous, outrageous home.

Could it have been Arcana who did it? Did the Sichen Squad betray us?

No, no, no, that doesn't make sense either. If that were the case, given Arcana's style of doing things, the news would have spread like wildfire by now, but the Reshaping Hand has remained completely silent.

Moreover, with Chicago reduced to that state, the Reconstruction Hand must have suffered heavy losses as well. This is definitely not the kind of combat power that Si Chen's team can possess.

Unless Veldine picked up a Saiyan and the Saiyan was actually quite helpful, this whole thing doesn't make sense.

For the first time, Constantine felt that he didn't have enough brainpower and that he had too little information at his disposal.

"Vice President, here are the materials you requested."

Constantine looked up, saw Ms. Z, and managed a weak smile.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Ms. Z adjusted her glasses. It was rare to see Constantine like this; she should have brought her camera.

After reviewing the information, Constantine felt his head was spinning even more.

The mysterious young man from Aurora named Wan Qi was able to beat Arcana to a pulp, severely injuring him. The aftershocks of their battle destroyed the entire city of Chicago, leaving behind a mysterious power. Now, no one knows where he has gone.

This is like someone telling the US government, "There's a giant Tsar Bomba running around on your country's soil, and it could explode at any moment. But we don't know where it is, and we have no way to deal with it. Now you'd better figure out what to do. If you don't handle it properly, the capital might be blown up!" How cute!

Cute my ass!

Constantine now felt an urge to flip the table.

However, as a competent politician, she controlled her emotions well and faced the danger with a smile.

"Still no contact with the Sichen Squad?" Constantine asked.

“Not at the moment,” Ms. Z replied.

"This matter is very important to the Foundation, as it concerns our struggle against the Reincarnation Hand, so we must take every means to retrieve the Si Chen Squad."

Ms. Z certainly knew what "all means" meant. Recalling Constantine's style of doing things, it was really unsettling. The current disappearance of the Si Chen Squad was probably also due to this consideration.

"We can't be sure if Mr. Wan Qi is still with Si Chen's team. If he is, and he's unhappy with our actions, what recourse do we have given the treatment he receives in Chicago?"

Constantine was speechless; if that were the case, she really had no way to answer it.

However, she immediately countered, "Are you saying that with that gentleman's help, Wilting thinks she can negotiate with the foundation on some issues?"

"Is not it?"

Constantine suddenly realized that Ms. Z was quite adept at ending conversations today.

The biggest uncertainty in this whole issue right now is Wan Qi, the mysterious Aurora occultist. A copy of his information has definitely been sent to Pigeon House. What if he's some big shot, a reclusive one, or the heir to some powerful lineage within Aurora, and the Foundation has offended someone like that…

Do not offend the mystics of Aurora. This is a warning even more taboo than touching any taboo within the mysticism itself.

Don't feel unconvinced. If you can pass on and develop your own occult system for ten thousand years, you can be just as arrogant.

Arcana was causing trouble all over the world, but she didn't dare to touch the weak secular regime of Cintaman. Why?

She's kind? You're hilarious.

Of course, this is the most pessimistic scenario. The actual situation might be that the big shot has already left, and Si Chen's team has simply chosen to temporarily disappear because it would be difficult to explain this matter when they return.

But this is the most optimistic scenario. The reality is that it fluctuates in the middle, and the foundation absolutely cannot accept it leaning towards the pessimistic side, not even a little bit.

Nothing is more convincing than Chicago transformed into the surface of the moon, where people can really kill your whole family in a fit of rage.

The foundation can also gamble; the other side paid a huge price to take down Arcana and is currently recovering from injuries. But the problem is, if you gamble, you have to accept the consequences of losing.

Then things went back to square one.

Chicago: Look at me, look at me, all of you look at me! Are you sure you want to learn from Yamamoto Isoroku?

"No matter how we handle this, we need to find Si Chen's team first."

Constantine's statement implies that she has compromised on this issue due to the enormous risks and uncertainties.

"I will try to get in touch with Virtue and the others as soon as possible."

Ms. Z turned around, her calm expression turning into worry.

The problem now is that Virtin hasn't contacted her either.

Does that child have his own plans? Or...?

Meanwhile, in a forest near Chicago, Wilting's suitcase was quietly hidden in a tree hollow protected by occult magic. She herself, along with Snyder and her sister and subordinates, Parasite, Forget-Me-Not, Sonnet, Stargazer, and Apple, were all there, and they temporarily formed a refuge group.