A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 199 The Violet of This Day

The video call was turned on, and Shenwu Guiyi's face, filled with rage, appeared on the screen.

"Kyrie! You've seen the news online, haven't you?"

Irving's face tightened, and he nodded.

Shenwu Guiyi paused for a moment and asked, "I remember when I came to you for cooperation that year, you said that you knew Violet State as well as a botanist knows the flowers and plants in his own garden, and that you were also behind the scenes promoting the legalization of street fighting."

"So, in your estimation, how many fighters in Violet State would be incited given the current situation? And if they actually take action, what are the chances of them finding all the experimental bases?"

Irving had already thought about this question before, and it was because he knew the answer that he seemed so annoyed: "One week."

He said, "Within a week, all the bases in Violet State will likely be discovered by those people."

"This is assuming we're well-hidden. If we were to move now and act rashly, we'd probably be spotted by those fighters who have caught wind of our presence much sooner."

As Irving spoke, he walked towards the large French windows to enjoy the view from above and ease his stuffy, hot mood.

He was no longer in that underground building, but in a high-rise building owned by the Diedrich Group, where he could see two blocks in the distance and even overlook Goldfinch Island.

The reason why Irving pushed so hard to legalize street fighting was actually to make it easier for him to obtain the genes of those fighters at their peak, improve his cloning technology, and engage in the cloning trade.

Over the years, the clone trade has secretly amassed him a fortune beyond measure.

Now, this sharp blade that once honed the market is finally turning its edge against him, making him taste the bitterness of being caught in a dilemma by those unruly fighters.

Upon hearing this predictable answer, Shenwu Guiyi pondered for a moment before saying, "Actually, the Gene Tree plan can be divided into two parts. The first half is to enhance the power of individuals, and the second half is to usurp the ancient authority and control that immortal army."

"Now that the situation is dire, there's no need for us to try to complete the whole plan in one go. Let's finish the first half first."

Irving, facing the window, said, "If we only finish the first half, how soon can we move the timeline forward?"

"Three days," Shenwu Guiyi said confidently. "In just three days, I can bring all the tree seeds in the thirty-six bases to maturity."

"But this catalysis is also a bit troublesome. In addition to each of us occupying a tree species, we also need to select thirty-four clones with high enough quality to merge with those tree species, and then let them gradually transfer their power to the two of us."

"Without this filtering and selection process, if one tries to gather the power of more than ten tree species into oneself from the beginning, one is very likely to lose oneself and cause unpredictable personality changes."

One important reason why Shenwu Guiyi and Owen were able to cooperate so closely was that neither of them could absorb the power of all thirty-six tree species on their own.

According to estimates, even after filtering, there will still be a lot of pure ley line energy left after the two of them "eat their fill," which can be used to train their subordinates.

Irving had been gazing out the window, lost in thought. After a long while, he asked in a calm voice, "Were the clones sent to fuse with the tree species because their loyalty was valued?"

Shenwu Guiyi: "Of course."

Irving: "What if someone disloyal to us merges with the tree species?"

Shenwu Guiyi said, "I have calculated this unexpected situation. The thirty-six people who absorbed the tree seed will have a kind of 'kinship' connection with each other. If they are unwilling to give up their power, then as long as they defeat the victor and prove that they have greater capacity, the power of the tree seed will naturally be transferred to the victor."

Irving chuckled. "The law of the jungle, this kind of plundering that's taken for granted, really fits the theme of Violet State."

"You've got the order wrong. This is an instinct ingrained in the genes of all living things, or rather, it's the Violet State of recent years that has been very close to this instinct."

Shenwu Guiyi shook his head, his expression shifting slightly, as if he had gleaned something from Owen's words. He said, "Don't you intend to use clones to fuse with the tree seed?"

Irving turned around, his previous furious expression gone. The young man was only wearing a purple-red silk robe, a simple yet luxurious garment that complemented his current demeanor.

He gently ground his canine teeth, his azure eyes gleaming, and said, "Others have come to our home turf, killed my men, destroyed my island, ruined our plans, and publicly issued this challenge to us. Do you think I wouldn't dare to accept the challenge?"

Shenwu Guiyi sighed and shook his head, advising, "There's no need to fight over this momentary anger."

"But even if you bring the preparation time to within three days, there may still be more changes. As long as one of the bases or tree species is exposed, our plan will eventually be disrupted."

Owen wasn't blinded by emotion. He calmly persuaded him, stating the pros and cons, "Besides, Shenwu Mohe hasn't arrived yet. The Gene Tree project is a variant of your family's project, so he should know quite a bit about it. The situation is already so unfavorable, so it's better to add more variables and disrupt his plans as well."

Shenwu Guiyi still seemed somewhat disapproving, saying, "You're just unwilling to accept defeat, so you insist on showing Guan Luoyang your spirit. But spirit is meaningless when it comes to victory or defeat."

Irving laughed and didn't deny it; this time, he only replied with one sentence.

"Don't you want to annihilate Shenwu Maha on the final stage, amidst the grueling battles and bloodshed, under the spotlight of the crowd?"

"I……"

Shenwu Guiyi's lips moved slightly.

He could have easily said "I don't want to," just a few light syllables.

But whenever the name Shenwu Mohe was mentioned, he could never treat it with a lighthearted attitude.

Divine Might Maha, Divine Might Maha!

The Shenwu family originally did not have the lineage name Maha.

Even the name Shenwu Guiyi was passed down through generations, while Shenwu Mohe was a name unique to that person. In the most gloomy elder's cemetery of the Shenwu family, when no one dared to object, he cut off the tombstone of the previous family head and carved his own name with his own blood.

Finally, Shenwu Guiyi spoke, but the words he uttered had changed.

"What are you planning to do?"

Irving smiled confidently and said, "I am the owner of the most powerful Diedrich Group in Violet State."

What is the most powerful aspect of the Diederich Group?

Of course, it's not about force. In fact, if we're talking about force, even if Irving called out everyone in his entire group, they wouldn't be enough to fight the seven members of the odd-numbered team.

However, the fact that the Diedrich Group was still able to exist after the annihilation of the odd-numbered forces is enough to demonstrate that the strength of individual military forces was by no means the only main force of this group.

The group's greatest strength lies in its financial resources, including vast amounts of liquid capital plundered from war-torn regions through the trade of clones, and fixed assets scattered throughout Violet State.

If Irving is willing to make up his mind and not care about the loss of wealth, he can do many things that he cannot do with his personal strength alone.

So at noon that day, whether you were browsing videos on a video website or watching TV at home, as long as you were in Violet State, you saw that news broadcast.

—The Violet State government announced that, starting at 9 p.m. tonight, all flights related to the Violet State will be suspended, all airports and train stations will be closed, and ports will be shut down for maintenance and repairs.

Communication base stations throughout Violet State will undergo another round of maintenance, and starting today, nighttime power rationing will be implemented for the next week.

As these shocking news items were released one after another, posts on the forum were refreshing rapidly like a waterfall, with residents of Violet State and even many other places discussing them enthusiastically.

"God, tell me this is a prank, please tell me this is a prank... Has the Violet State government gone mad?"

"With these orders in place, the entire Violet State government is bound to run a budget deficit this year, right?!"

"The governor of the violent capital is finally about to fall into the devil's embrace. Brad must have been tempted by the devil to make such a muddled judgment, but the people around him actually allowed him to issue such orders..."

"Will the United States allow it? They'll definitely intervene and revoke these orders!"

"You son of a bitch, Brad, what about my merchandise?!"

"Don't be ridiculous. The state's autonomy in the United States of Boston is a tradition that has been passed down from the time of the Founding Fathers of Boston. Back then, when the neighboring state decided to use force to expel all foreign refugees, the federal government couldn't do anything about it. Now that Violet State has fallen ill, it's no wonder that the capital, Boston, can't do anything about it."

"Doesn't anyone else find Violet State even more alluring after this order was issued? I'm starting to really want to visit this mysterious, dark city."

"I want to too."

"But you can't go."

"Could these orders be related to the previously announced gene tree project?"

"Very likely. Listen to me, guys, I have a friend..."

Just as the internet was abuzz with heated discussions, a towering man stepped ashore at the docks in eastern Violet State.

He was wearing a short-sleeved pullover, his bulging biceps were bound by gleaming silver metal armbands, his rough blue trousers were slightly faded, a black leather belt tightly cinched his waist, and a dark green cloak was tied around his body.

That color was like a primeval forest in the distant mountains.

The hood of his cloak fluttered in the wind on the dock, appearing and disappearing from his thick, messy hair. Beneath the brim lay a face with hard lines, a deep shadow on one side of his nose, like a masterpiece that only the most skilled sculptor, who excels at creating tough guys, could dream of in his lifetime.

The dock was originally bustling with people and vehicles, but without realizing it, everyone avoided him, leaving a large empty space around him.

Those people preferred to crowd together and make traffic jams, honking their horns impatiently, completely unaware that they could have easily passed through the open space next to the cloaked giant by simply deviating slightly from their direction.

It's as if their brains have instinctively deleted the option of "moving closer to that person".

Just as people experience temporary amnesia when faced with pressure or terror that exceeds their limits.

Wherever the cloaked figure went, the empty space followed. Even a pair of fighters locked in combat at a street corner inexplicably avoided this open area.

Until he came to a site of battle ruins.

The streets, cracked and riddled with gullies, were riddled with potholes and dents, and the acrid smell of burnt concrete and steel lingered for a long time.

Not long ago, Guan Luoyang killed three enemies here.

Fage can transform into a giant, and Tebo's eyeball is a feng shui engine; both have unique value. He took the corpses of these two people with him.

He then used lightning and fire to incinerate Hellclaw's body, which had already merged with Jubei's, into ashes. He didn't even spare the weapon fragments that had been born from Hellclaw's body; he gathered them all up and destroyed them completely.

Many fighters have lingered in this area, but none have found anything of value.

The cloaked figure stood there for a while, then stepped out onto the sea.

Where he stepped, the wind and waves subsided abruptly, and the blue seawater faintly revealed deep green traces, like some kind of seaweed floating around, or like the traces left by insects and birds.

As these green streaks emerged from the water and slowly rose, the chanting of these incantations echoed around them, layer upon layer, high and low, like a group of unknown creatures hidden in the air, reciting devoutly.

The seawater trembled, and tiny, invisible substances coalesced, condensing into a drop of blood from among the insoluble cans and bottles on the seabed, which slowly floated to the surface.

The cloaked man stretched out his hand, letting the drop of blood float in his palm. The incantations around his body, carrying his power, all converged into this tiny drop of blood, which might only be half a milliliter.

Soon, the blood swelled to the size of a volleyball, turned flesh-colored, and formed a face with handsome features, but sharp teeth and a pointed tongue, and a manic and mocking expression on its face.

"Hahahaha, I'm still alive! This good-for-nothing's immortality is just too amazing."

His eyes darted around, and he found himself in someone's palm. He looked up and met the face of the cloaked giant.

! !

Hellclaw felt a violent jolt in his heart, unable to describe his current feelings.

Beneath the dark green cloak and hood was a face devoid of expression, its demeanor extremely hardened, except for its two thick, dark eyebrows, which were slightly drawn closer together to the center of its brow.

Hellclaw felt as if he had been suddenly punched in the head. The punch was so heavy and painful. Was it the wrinkle between his eyebrows that punched him? He was in so much pain that he couldn't think straight. Although he didn't even have a brain right now, he suddenly fell silent.

The face moved for a moment, and the changes in its features revealed Jubei's appearance.

Jubei opened his eyes, both surprised and delighted, and shouted, "Captain!"

He suddenly choked up, "Captain, you've finally come, we..."

"You don't need to say anything, I already know."

Shenwu Mohe's voice was deep and resonant, showing no sign of weakness. He said softly, "Let me take you to rest and recuperate first."

That day, after 9 p.m., the entire Violet State was without internet access, flights were suspended, ports were deserted, and trains were grounded.

But the sound of massive mechanical objects flying across the sky lingered over the city.

Countless helicopters soar over ordinary streets and houses, shuttling between those skyscrapers.

From Goldfinch Island to the new district to the former slums, and then to more and more distant urban areas, a light snow fell that night.

Someone caught a piece of paper in the night breeze.

[Violet First Fighting Tournament]

"Three days later, the thirty-six fruits in the Violet Gene Tree Project will reach maturity. Anyone who can find and seize one of the fruits will be considered to have obtained a ticket to the First Fighting Tournament."

"This competition is open to all members of the Violet State, regardless of their status, age, school of thought, weapon, or means."

High up in the building, Irving stared intently at his glass, downed the crimson liquid, and let out a long, deep sigh.

"The auditions begin now!!!"

(End of this chapter)