Simultaneous travel: Starting from returning to the main god space.

Chapter 469 Commander-in-Chief Red Heron, you don't want Red Gull and Mark to... (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking further subscriptions!)

Red Cop, Mark...

Upon hearing these two names, Honglu's delicate face underwent a series of changes, first astonishment, then anger and struggle.

A few seconds later, she finally closed her eyes, removed the pistol from Elon's head, the Hunter Commander, and released him from his restraints.

Elon silently rose, took his pistol back from Red Heron's hand, and turned away without a word, seemingly wanting to give the other person time to give his last words.

"Even if you do nothing, I am still going to die."

Honglu said in a low voice, looking to her side, pointing her gun at her former subordinate, her tone tinged with mockery and sorrow.

"Your betrayal today will only make the city lord never trust you again."

Seng was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, but then he realized something, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his heart was filled with regret.

Yes, why did he have to step forward? He didn't need to do anything; Red Heron would most likely be surrounded and killed by the hunters today anyway. His actions were purely unnecessary.

On the contrary, this act of betraying one's former leader will be seen by others.

Especially that cunning city lord, how could he possibly still give him an important position as a traitor, not to mention that Honglu was the city lord's most valued student...

"We can only choose to do what we believe is right."

At this moment, Elon, the commander of the Hunters, interrupted, intending to appease Seng to prevent him from rebelling again. At the same time, he glanced at Red Heron and said solemnly, "I will take good care of Red and Mark for you."

"...If I could, I would wish they had never come into this world."

Red Egret chuckled softly, her voice tinged with bitterness and self-reproach.

"The world doesn't work the way you imagine it; each generation has its own mission."

Elon said calmly, his expression as serene as a stagnant pool devoid of hope.

"Perhaps their mission is to break these cold, hard rules."

Tears streamed down her cheeks, but Honglu's tone and expression seemed to regain their resolve.

"Commander, is there anything else you want to say?"

Snow Peak, the hunter with his finger on the trigger, was suddenly moved and asked a question in a low voice, clearly showing his great respect for Red Heron.

Honglu looked at everyone and said in a serious tone:

"The truth about the Devouring Beast must be made public no matter what."

Upon hearing this, everyone remained silent for two seconds, but Elon turned around and his gaze toward Red Heron gradually turned cold.

"This is also... why you must die."

After saying that, he raised his gun first and pulled the trigger hard at Honglu.

boom--! !

At the critical moment, a loud bang came from the armory behind them. Before anyone could react, they saw a flash of blue light and a burly silver figure stood in front of Honglu, blocking the bullets.

At the same time, he was holding a severed head in his hand, its face contorted in terror. Who else could it be but the traitor Sengge?

"You are……"

Upon seeing the silver figure, Elon and Red Heron both wore expressions of disbelief, for they had seen each other before. It was the armor called "Abyss Keeper," which the Lighthouse had seized from a white-haired woman years ago at the cost of sacrificing a great deal of its fighting strength.

Of all those present, Elon was the one who knew the armor's power best, believing that its overall strategic significance even surpassed that of the Lighthouse's strongest weapon—the electromagnetic railgun.

Because of this, many high-ranking officials at the Lighthouse believed that if they could restart and control the [Abyssbringer], they might be able to wipe out the Devouring Beasts on a large scale and return to the surface to survive. Elon didn't know if this conjecture was true or false, but he was certain that they were no match for the [Abyssbringer]. He immediately shouted "Evacuate!" and turned to run wildly out of the armory.

With a flash of blue light, the silver Abyss Walker blocked Elon's path. In his despairing gaze, it slapped him back, sending him crashing heavily into the wall. He was embedded in the wall like a painting, blood gushing from his mouth and nose, a truly pitiful sight.

Without a doubt, Wu Xian held back, but not by much. In an instant, he broke more than 70% of the bones in the man's body, and with meticulous control, he perfectly deflected all the internal organs and vital organs, barely keeping him alive so that he wouldn't die instantly.

As for the other hunters, their situation was somewhat better; they were only stunned by his mental power. This was because he had already recognized the identities of these hunters, who were almost all veterans who stood on the side of the protagonist Mark in the main story of Ling Cage. Wu Xian had a good impression of them when he watched the anime in his previous life, which was why he did not go too far.

Elon is different; he is the commander of the Hunters. Since he chose the team, he naturally has to pay the price for it.

Ignoring the men, Wu Xian waved his hand, releasing the city guards who were kneeling on the ground. He then walked step by step to Honglu, who was still not fully aware of what was happening. Under her anxious gaze, he controlled Lin Yuanzhe to open the mask and helmet, looking at her with a smile.

"Hello, Commander-in-Chief Red Heron, this should be considered our first formal meeting."

"You are……"

Looking at the unfamiliar face, Honglu looked slightly bewildered, but she had a good memory and soon found the face in her memories, which made her even more astonished.

"You're that researcher in the research department who likes to slack off and be lazy!"

"..."

Wu Xian looked at Hong Lu speechlessly. This woman was too bold. Didn't she look at the current situation? Wasn't she afraid that he would get so angry that he would slap her to death?

Clearly, Honglu realized she had misspoke and hurriedly tried to cover it up: "I'm sorry, that's not what I meant. Dr. Carrie told me all this... no, I meant..."

"Alright, no need to explain anymore. I know it's all Carrie's fault, and she's paying the price now."

Wu Xian interrupted Hong Lu and then explained why he had entered the Abyss Armor and how he had killed Carrie.

Hearing this, Honglu's heart tightened again. She took a half step back without making a sound, and her expression became wary.

"Don't be nervous. If I wanted to kill you, you would already be a dead man."

Wu Xian smiled slightly before revealing his purpose: "Commander-in-Chief Red Heron should understand what happened during the chaos at the lighthouse. It was all because of those so-called Three Laws. To be honest, I really dislike them, so I hope Commander-in-Chief Red Heron can lend me a hand."

"What...do you need me to do? Summon the city's defense forces to fight the hunters?"

Red Egret's expression shifted slightly, and she tentatively asked.

"No, leave the fighting to me. Your task is to handle the aftermath and... become the new city lord."

Wu Xian smiled and presented his plan.

"The new city lord is... but my teacher..."

Honglu was startled and instinctively wanted to refute.

"The three laws are a pile of garbage, as are the people who issued them. And since they are garbage, they should be cleaned up."

Wu Xian squinted at Hong Lu and said in a low voice, "Commander-in-Chief Hong Lu, I know that Morgan is your teacher and has been kind to you, but you almost died at his hands just now, so you don't owe him anything anymore."

"Think about Red Hair and Mark, you wouldn't want them to live under that cold, rigid system of rules, would you?"

Upon hearing these somewhat familiar words, Honglu, who was already wavering, twitched slightly at the corner of her eye.

Damn it, you stinky men, can't you come up with a different threatening tactic?!
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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