Everyone's hunting for treasure: I'll give you 100 times the loot and hand it over to the

As soon as the door was smashed open, two dark figures inside swung their poisoned scimitars downwards.

Without the slightest hesitation, he aimed for the throat to silence him.

"Trying to silence me? Dream on!"

A thunderous roar echoed from Zhao Lei's throat as the two massive, door-like shields flew out of his hands.

boom!!

The heavy shield, enveloped in a muddy yellow aura, smashed the tactical sand table in front of it to pieces.

Alloy fragments flew everywhere.

The man in black robes on the left was instantly thrown away by the blast wave, his scimitar slipping from his hand and hitting the ceiling.

The shadow on the right moved slickly, like a smear of black oil sliding back on the ground.

Two incandescent flames shot out from the rear of Shen Xinglin's armor.

His boots slid along the stinking brick floor, while the ever-changing lance in his hand gleamed with a chilling light.

Sizzle!!

His throat and chest were pierced instantly.

The skeletal frame beneath the black robe didn't even shake before it slid down along the gun barrel.

The one who tried to escape through the window had just kicked off when a shadow loomed over his head.

Xiao Qianyu's figure blurred in mid-air as the Dragon King Halberd crashed down on her head!

A muffled thud.

The tip of the dark gold halberd hammered the fleeing shadow into the base of the wall, causing the load-bearing cement wall to crack open like a spiderweb.

The hall fell into an instant silence.

Zhao Lei strode over, drew his heavy shield, and scanned the dark corners warily with his eyes.

"Just these two small fry?"

He frowned and cursed, glancing at the officer's uniform lying on the ground.

The green light above was swaying due to a malfunction, revealing the mess on the ground.

Two rusty iron hooks pierced through the man's collarbone.

The man in black robes was just about to drag him to the wall and hang him on the whiteboard.

The large whiteboard was covered in undried silver bloodstains, and a circle of twisted and sinister totems was drawn around it.

The slime dripped down the board, emitting white smoke as it fell to the ground.

"Captain, Wei... he's not breathing."

Su Yunqing squatted down and touched her neck, then pulled her hand away in disgust.

Wei Xinghe on the ground was not a talented commander who could lead troops into tough battles on the front lines; he was just a young master who had been sent to Xichuan for a prestigious education thanks to his father's influence.

His three-star general's uniform was soaked in blood, and the buttons on his coat had been completely cut off by a sharp blade.

Lin Chuxue, with half a plastic candy stick in her mouth, glanced at it closely and immediately pinched her nose.

"Ugh, disgusting... they've emptied my belly completely."

Wei Xinghe's entire abdominal cavity was cut open, and it was completely empty.

The empty cavity was filled with only a layer of bubbling black oil, and the edges of the ribs were covered with dense, fine teeth marks.

That's because someone gnawed out all his internal organs.

Wen Yue approached with the Thunderclap Crossbow, the beam of her flashlight fixed on the whiteboard.

She dabbed some of the still-wet silver paste on her finger and dabbed it in front of her nose.

"It's not human blood."

"The amniotic fluid that leaks out when the alien beast cub hatches is being used as an incubator."

Zhao Leiguang kicked aside the crushed supply slip at his feet, glared at the pair of rotten, white eyes, and spat.

"He deserved it."

"The situation is critical at the front. He is holding back heavy artillery and ammunition tightly, using human lives as a bargaining chip."

"Hiding in the back drinking red wine, having an ambiguous relationship with the Adventists, does he really think he can ascend to immortality?"

Su Yunqing pulled out an alcohol swab to wipe the black ash off her fingers, her eyes as cold as ice.

"The Wei family has deep roots in the General Staff Department, and this young master Wei has never treated the border guards as human beings since he was a child."

"He figured he could actually get some kind of immortal blood in exchange, but little did he know that they only wanted his skin and flesh."

What I thought was a game of chess, to those beasts, was at best a fresh human flesh trough.

Lu Yan stepped over the pieces of intestines and meat on the ground and walked under the whiteboard.

The Void Sword was drawn half an inch from its sheath, and the tip of the sword gently flicked the center of the totem.

A wisp of withered, gray energy was forcibly torn off the tip of the sword.

"Lei Guang, watch the door."

Lu Yan's voice was not loud.

"All done."

Zhao Lei slammed his double shields against the door frame, blocking half of the passage with his body.

Shen Xinglin stood guard with his gun across the broken French window, while the mecha's thermal imaging camera continuously panned down to the rainy night below.

Lu Yan raised his left hand and clenched his fist.

A black and white disk of nothingness suddenly appeared, spinning heavily in the hall, making the air hum.

The broken glass, the broken chairs, and the bloodstains floating in the air in the hall all trembled slightly as they were pulled.

Light and shadow overlap.

Several swaying, semi-transparent phantoms were forcibly pulled out from the cracks in the floor tiles.

That was a few hours ago.

Wei Xinghe slumped back in his leather chair, holding a half-empty glass of red wine in his hand.

With a lazy, disdainful look on his face, he sneered at the figure opposite him.

"Those tough guys in the first squad were long ago turned to ashes by the spatial flow."

"The Seventh Fortress won't last until tonight, and Pei Zhendong won't live to see dawn."

"When will my share of divine bones be handed over?"

From beneath the silver cloak opposite, a strange laugh, like sandpaper grinding against sheet metal, burst forth.

"General Wei, don't panic. The word of the Divine Sect always stands."

A withered, blackened finger emerged from the silver cloak, holding a bone talisman.

"However, before we take action, there is one thing we need to clarify."

Wei Xinghe slammed his cup down on the table, extremely impatient: "I've already opened the door to Xichuan for you, what are you still dawdling about?! This old man is almost out of control in the military!"

The man in the silver cloak took half a step forward, and a sinister voice emerged from the ground.

"Where is the Supreme Array Plate that Lu Yan brought back from the Northern Ice Plains?"

Wei Xinghe in the illusory figure paused for a moment, then flung his wine glass away.

"Lu Yan is already rotten in the cracks, where am I supposed to find him for you to move?!"

The silver cloak chuckled, its hood being lifted halfway by the wind.

What was exposed was not a human face at all, but a dense mass of dark brown compound eyes and barbed mouthparts.

"Then there's nothing we can do, General Wei."

The strange man's voice was as cold as if it were scraping bones.

"Without a plate, General, all that flesh you have left is this much to use."

Wei Xinghe's pupils contracted sharply, and he frantically reached for his holster.

The two guards standing behind him suddenly sprang up, and two specially made steel needles that gleamed with a bluish light plunged deep into his side of the neck.

The toxins that paralyze the nerves are instantly absorbed.

Wei Xinghe slumped limply onto the blanket, blood gushing from his throat, his eyes almost bursting out of their sockets.

The insect-faced monster ripped open his coat and shoved a pulsating, silvery-white fleshy sac into his cut-open abdomen.

From the shadowy figure came the sickening sound of chewing meat.

Wei Xinghe kicked his limbs as if in a trance, watching helplessly as the living thing burrowed into his chest and was chewed to pieces.

Thick, silvery liquid gushed out of his belly, which the strange man caught in a bowl and poured onto the whiteboard used for combat.

"If we don't have the array plate, we'll use the lives of everyone in Xichuan to sacrifice to Tianmen."

The insect-faced monster wiped the blood from its fingertips and bent down to connect the communicator.

"Send the Seventh Legion to blow up the ley line nodes."

"Three hours later, tear open the second door and welcome the gods."

The light and shadow trembled wildly, then shattered into countless sparks of light.

The Void Disc was taken into his palm, and the room fell silent once more.

Xiao Qianyu gripped the halberd so tightly that the joints creaked.

"The Supreme Array Plate... these bastards are eyeing the plate left behind by Sister Wuyi!"

Lin Chuxue spat the plastic stick in her mouth onto the ground, her cheeks taut.

"These rotten bugs forced Sister Wuyi to jump into the rift, and now they want to tear Xichuan apart too!"

Wen Yue put away the flashlight and clicked the bowstring.

"The target is the second spiritual vein in the Rift Valley south of the city."

"Wei Xinghe has crippled nine air defense positions, and there is currently no heavy artillery support outside the city."

"No wonder the Seventh Defense Line couldn't even get its railguns going; they were all stuck in the warehouse."

Zhao Lei slammed the heavy shield to the ground, spitting as he did so.

"He's courting death and dragging the whole city down with him!"

"Captain, what do we do? Go and wipe out that damn Seventh Legion?"

Lu Yan turned around, his military boots crushing the half-broken bone talisman into dust with a crack.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the night in the south of Xichuan City is like a bottomless well.

There is a rift valley that stretches for dozens of miles.

"They really think that since Wuyi is here, no one can control the ley lines."

Lu Yan touched the bronze array key tied to his belt.

The metal sheet was warm and trembled slightly in my palm.

"Pack up the holographic record and send it to the investigation team."

He lifted his foot and walked towards the door, the hem of his training overcoat billowing out in the cold, damp wind and rain.

"Since they're in such a hurry to be reincarnated."

"Then send it clean."

"Not one left."

Shen Xinglin put away his heavy lance, the thrusters glowing dimly, and followed closely behind.

Xiao Qianyu held the halberd, her eyes filled with a chilling ruthlessness.

Lin Chuxue carried the Blood Pool Staff and jogged to catch up.

"Physician Su, set this filthy place on fire! It's disgusting!"

Su Yunqing didn't say anything, but with a flick of her wrist, she took an thermite grenade off her waist buckle.

The pull tab popped open, and the metal can rolled into the center of the foul-smelling silver syrup.

A deafening, blinding white explosion!

Blazing white flames shot several meters high, instantly turning the empty shell and whiteboard into charcoal.

The Jeep engine beneath the building roared fiercely once more.

The car headlights pierced the rain curtain, and this blood-stained dagger, which seemed to have emerged from a rift in time and space, headed straight for the south of the city.