Chapter 34

In truth, Francisco, as one of the few visionary leaders in Spain, had always maintained a sense of vigilance toward the German-Spanish Joint Corps. Yet, after maintaining that vigilance for too long, it had become nothing more than a habitual sentiment.

Lu Tianyu watched the rows of students dressed in various uniforms, thinking that these could be considered the elite talents meticulously selected from the national magic academies. If the Demon God truly had a way to control these individuals, it would be equivalent to grasping a formidable fighting force.

As the SS soldiers entered the cease-fire zone previously maintained by both sides, the machine guns deployed at the Polish barricades immediately opened fire on the uninvited guests.

"Well said! Wuwei, let this old monk be the first to experience your superior skills!" Master Zhengyi, filled with indignation, charged directly toward Wuwei.

Cui Banxian seemed to have caught onto something at this moment, his eyes fixed intently upon the male ghost.

Perhaps from the very beginning, Wuwei had already decided what to do and how to respond. With ease, he redirected all the spears leveled at him, finding new justifications to turn the guns directly toward Lian Yuncheng.

At this moment, his heart was a tumult of conflicting emotions, so many feelings suddenly released that he found himself unable to articulate what followed.

"When the time comes, I shall roam the ends of the earth; even if you wish to find me, you will not be able to, and even if you find me, you will not be able to hold me!" Xie Daoyun mused to herself.

However, these people rarely ventured out, and even when they did, they only went to one place: the residence of Cui Zhengping, a well-known official and gentleman in Hengyang City.

Xiu became flustered; perhaps out of anxiety, her face grew increasingly red.

A murderous glint appeared in Ying Gao's eyes, and deep within his gaze lay a flicker of regret. He knew clearly that he was merely offering a reminder to Ying Zheng; in the current Great Qin, controlling public opinion was a difficult task.

When he woke up the next morning and turned on his phone, he saw over a dozen missed calls and a simple text message: "Don't make a scene. We will talk about things when I get back."

This manual not only recorded some advanced necromancy but also methods for refining special undead creatures.

The four were taken aback, though they did not dwell on it, merely finding it strange that Heimdall would care about them, a group of inconsequential people.

Now, so many years later, this wish still persisted, serving as the conviction that kept her in the culinary industry.

She straightened her back and, lifting her wrist, poured the emerald tea into the cup. Ignoring her heavily made-up face, her movements were, in fact, quite aesthetically pleasing.

"It's fine, he won't die for the time being." Cheng Zhi said this, but he hoped to teach Jiang Xiufan a lesson, wanting him to stop pushing himself; if he truly waited until his body broke down, it would be a serious matter.

At this moment, the cry of a child broke the silence. Everyone followed the sound to see that the child in Jiang Linyu's arms had opened its eyes and was wailing.

In an instant, Li Yubin's hair stood on end, as if he were being watched by something dangerous. He clearly felt that this ginger cat was extremely eerie, possessing faint, obscure energy fluctuations. He could not help but tense his entire body, watching the large cat with vigilance.

"Commander Jiang, Commander Meng has sent a communication. Commander Hua of the 412th Regiment has sent a distress signal, hoping we can offer assistance." The communications officer hurried over to report the situation.

"Why should I trust you?" Qu Laosan countered. At their level, words were empty; only by producing something tangible could one earn trust.

Bian Tianci brought Xi Meng to the mountainside, where the Jianglong Suspension Bridge was a sight not to be missed.

In reality, it was his own fault. If he hadn't thought so much every night, refusing to give himself a break, Wu Yun'er wouldn't have been so flustered. Had she not been, she would have found a way to meet Chu Yun this time, rather than just sneaking a few glances before leaving.

It wasn't that they didn't put in the effort; every major battle was a fight to the death. Yet, even so, they managed to keep casualties under control, allowing both sides to develop steadily.

But when it came to matters of great principle, they were still capable of distinguishing right from wrong. Yuanshi Tianzun sent a message to his senior brother, Taishang Laojun, urging him to come to the Lingxiao Palace immediately.

Seeing her personal maid enter, Wu Yun'er quickly broke free from Chu Yun and dove back under the covers, hiding her head. Chu Yun stifled a laugh, but upon feeling Meng Yun's icy gaze, he immediately composed himself.

"Such an elite Ming army, my heavens, could it be that the Guanning Cavalry has arrived?" Huang Yuan, standing nearby, watched as the once-rampant pirates were defeated so easily, his mind struggling to believe it—was he dreaming?

Before long, as the wind ceased, everything came to an end, and the Cold Palace returned to its customary silence.

However, the sky-curtain seemed illusory, allowing the firepower to pass straight through, no longer striking solid entities as it had initially.

Sometimes, he wouldn't see He Dan for days, and phone calls would last only minutes. It would be a wonder if he were still thinking about Tong Liya under such circumstances.

Though she wished to keep Han Yan for a while longer, Cai Yan could not do so. In the eyes of the ancients, many things in a man's life were far more important than his family.

Xun Shuang, equally bewildered, couldn't help but scratch his head, frowning as he watched Han Yan's retreating figure.

After they had washed up and dressed, they got into Ye Qiu's car, and he drove toward a nearby teahouse.

His intentions were difficult to voice directly, but because he held such an idea, he felt somewhat dissatisfied whenever he scrutinized the locations suggested by the others.

Holding the oil lamp steady, Han Yan saw that the old man had no intention of engaging him further, so he turned and walked out of the room.

In fact, he was preparing to fly to London to study for a period, intending to return when the grapes were ready for harvest.

"Bad luck. This road makes me feel like a blind man. I wanted to use this chance to see if there was an opportunity to escape the tribe at night, but now it seems I don't even know which way to run," Zhou Jiping muttered gloomily.

The clumsy bear tilted its head, seemingly in deep thought. After a few seconds, it began to move its short, thick limbs and slowly approached.

Li Er's question plunged everyone into silence. Indeed, while none of them wanted such enemies and none liked the Alliance, they hated these cruel space pirates even more.

A red mist surged from Young Master Lin, causing the surrounding grey aura to retreat immediately. Those that failed to escape were consumed by the red mist in an instant.

Unfortunately, he was one move short and eventually fell into the hands of Prince Yu. Prince Yu had the Empress Dowager's decree to ascend the throne, but as long as the late Emperor's true last testament surfaced, the Empress Dowager's authority, no matter how great, would have to step aside.