Start with iron blocks, upgrade them into armor summoners.

The line moved forward slowly.

When it was Xing Yun's turn, the man in the suit looked up at him, adjusted his glasses, and asked, "Xing Yun, right?"

"Um."

The man in the suit picked up an envelope from the table and handed it to him: "This is your compensation. Please count it."

Xing Yun took it, opened it, and glanced at it. It was a thin stack of paper, estimated to be less than two thousand.

He didn't say anything, and stuffed the envelope into his pocket.

"Sign here." The man in the suit turned the notebook around.

Xing Yun lowered her head to sign, but out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a black tattoo on the man in the suit's wrist, which looked like some kind of special symbol.

"Alright, next one."

Xing Yun didn't pay any attention and turned to leave, standing aside to wait for Li Pengfei to finish taking it.

"How much?" Li Pengfei asked, leaning closer after a short while.

After Xing Yun finished ordering, he said, "Less than two thousand."

"Damn it, I knew it." Li Pengfei cursed, "I have two hundred more than you, and this bastard is still playing favorites."

Just as Li Pengfei was about to continue speaking fluent Chinese, a quarrel suddenly broke out at the factory gate.

Xing Yun looked in the direction of the sound and saw a group of workers crowding at the door, trying to get out, but being blocked by a group of men in black.

"What's going on?" Li Pengfei craned his neck.

There were about a dozen men in black standing at the entrance, all dressed in black suits, wearing sunglasses and standing expressionlessly in a row, completely blocking the doorway.

One of the workers tried to force his way in, but one of the men in black pushed him away, causing him to stumble back a few steps and fall to the ground.

"Why can't we leave!"

"Exactly! What does it mean that they won't let us leave after we've received the money!"

The workers became agitated, and the noise grew louder and louder.

Xing Yun frowned, placing her right hand on the handbag at her waist.

Before leaving, he put the summoner inside to prevent such an accident from happening.

In retrospect, his choice was not wrong.

"Quiet down."

A voice came from the direction of the factory.

The man in the suit stood up at some point, put his hands in his pockets, and slowly walked towards the door.

His leather shoes made a crisp sound as they stepped on the gravel.

The workers instinctively made way for them.

The man in the suit walked to the door, turned around, and faced the dozens of workers with a polite smile on his face.

"Everyone, please calm down. I've invited you here today not just to hand out compensation."

Someone shouted, "Then what are we even doing?"

The man in the suit adjusted his glasses: "You have all worked at the ironworks for many years and have a deep connection with this factory. And our Walderley Church needs just such a connection..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ground suddenly began to shake violently.

Fifty meters away, in the four directions of east, west, south, and north, four five-meter-high stone pillars rise from the ground.

Dark red runes, like scales, are carved on the stone pillar, covering its entire surface.

The crowd erupted instantly.

"What is this?!"

"What are you doing! What do you want to do!"

"Call the police! Call the police now!"

Someone took out their phone, but the screen lit up briefly and then went out.

Even if you turn on your phone normally, you'll find that it has no signal at all.

Li Pengfei also took out his phone, his face turning pale instantly: "No signal..."

Xing Yun's gaze swept across the surroundings.

The factory buildings, walls, and all exits were blocked by men in black.

Someone tried to resist, clenching their fists and charging at the man in the suit.

But before he could get close, the man in black standing next to him grabbed his hands and threw him back into the crowd.

The man in the suit slowly pulled a palm-sized black object from his pocket. It was irregularly shaped, resembling a piece of charred wood or the bone of some kind of animal.

It was covered with densely packed symbols, glowing with a dark red light, vaguely corresponding to the four stone pillars.

"Great Walderly," the man in the suit murmured, his voice suddenly becoming ethereal, "you have slumbered for too long. Today, with flesh and blood as a sacrifice and sacred artifacts as a catalyst, I beg you to awaken."

The sacred artifact in his hand suddenly burst forth with a dark red light, which spread like ripples of water, enveloping the entire factory in the blink of an eye.

The dark red runes on the four stone pillars burst forth with intense light, and runes drawn with black bloodstains also appeared on the ground.

Xing Yun felt an invisible pressure descend from the sky, her shoulders slumped, and even breathing became difficult.

"What...what is this...?" Li Pengfei's legs went weak and he almost knelt down.

The workers were staggering, some even collapsing to the ground, their faces ashen.

The runes on the ground were draining their life force, making it impossible for them to resist. They could only watch helplessly as streams of black energy were drawn from their bodies and merged into the runes below.

Of all the workers, only Xing Yun remained standing in place.

He gritted his teeth and took out the summoner from his satchel with his right hand.

The man in the suit also looked at Xing Yun, who stood out from the crowd.

"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow. "Interesting."

He raised his hand and pointed at Xing Yun: "Grab him."

Four men in black immediately rushed towards Xing Yun.

Xing Yun no longer hesitated.

The next second, a silver-white belt appeared around her waist, the summoner slid into the card slot, and the key began to spin.

"Armor Combination!"

A tiger's roar exploded, enveloped in silver light, and revealed a white tiger armor.

The pressure that had been weighing on Xing Yun completely dissipated.

The surrounding workers stared wide-eyed at the scene, especially Li Pengfei, who never expected that his childhood friend would turn into an armored warrior at this moment.

It's like a dream.

The four men in black paused, but quickly rushed forward again, took out machetes from their pockets, and began to slash.

Xing Yun dodged the first knife by sidestepping and punched the nearest man in black in the chest.

The man groaned, flew backward and crashed into the wall, and slid down unconscious.

The remaining three exchanged glances and attacked simultaneously.

Xing Yun raised his hand to block, and sparks flew as the blade struck the arm armor.

He grabbed one of the men's wrists and twisted it hard. The man screamed and the knife fell to the ground.

He turned and elbowed the third person directly in the face.

With a scream, the man was sent flying backward and crashed to the ground, unconscious.

The last person froze for a second before Xing Yun kicked him, sending him flying onto the wooden table where the list, paper, and pens were placed.

The wooden table was smashed in two, sending wood chips flying and landing on the faces of the terrified workers nearby.

In the blink of an eye, the four men in black who rushed towards Xing Yun either fell down or fainted.

"Armor?" The man in the suit asked, but he felt a strange...excitement.

His mouth stretched to its widest point, his eyes were wide open, bloodshot veins filled his pupils, and his pupils shrank to two small black dots.

"You will be the greatest gift I can give to the Lord!"

The man in the suit held the sacred artifact high in his hand, a maniacal smile on his face.

Black energy emanated from his body as he infused his life energy into the sacred artifact.

In the blink of an eye, a large amount of black energy emerged from the sacred artifact and surged into the bodies of those men in black.

Once the black energy entered their bodies, their bodies began to mutate.

The black suit was torn apart by his rapidly growing muscles, which stretched his figure further and further.

Its fingers became sharp, and the hair on its body became as sharp as steel needles, gleaming coldly in the bloody light.

His eyes were filled with madness, saliva dripped from his sharp teeth onto the ground, and he let out a beast-like roar.

Including those who were defeated, all fourteen men in black turned into these half-human, half-ghost monsters.