The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

Yue Sheng sighed.

"Ziyuan, do you think bandits are cruel?"

Zi Yuan somehow got hold of a nunchaku, which he clipped to the dragon's claw and was using as a toothpick to pick his teeth.

"Cruel? Aren't the Shi family cruel? They just didn't succeed."

Otherwise, at this moment, a group of bandits would be hung on the city wall, attracting other bandits to come and rescue them.

The Shi family will stage a scene of surrounding the corpse and attacking reinforcements.

This is far more cruel and ruthless than bandits launching a direct war.

We shouldn't feel sorry for them just because they didn't succeed, right?

"I, Grandpa Long, cannot understand such reasoning."

Yue Sheng smiled.

"You're starting to think like a human being more and more now."

"That's right! I'm a mythical mount among legendary mounts! No, it's not that I'm becoming more and more human-like, it's that you're increasingly grasping Grandpa Dragon's level, hahahaha!!"

The bandits gained a tremendous amount from this battle.

More than 2,000 members of the Shi family died in battle, and all the resources in their backpacks were taken by bandits.

There was so much stuff that every bandit's backpack was full.

Along the way, Song Gua even swapped positions with many people returning to the main camp, letting them put the supplies into the warehouse, and then went back to continue loading.

Not only were the supplies dropped by the killed, but the warehouses of the Third Guard City were also looted by the bandits.

The Shi family won, and the city of Huwei still belongs to them.

However, only the guard city remains.

Even the defensive towers and formations were dismantled and taken away as materials by the bandits' logistics department.

That's truly a case of plucking feathers from a passing goose and leaving skins on a departing beast.

At headquarters, Song Gua was still wondering what the Dark Bronze Mirror had done.

"Apart from those who are on duty in Glory City this month to farm reputation, everyone else should retreat, leave the territory of Glory City, and enter the Misty Zone. I will bring you all back."

At this very moment, in an inconspicuous ravine within the misty region surrounding Huiye City, the four Dark Artifacts have gathered.

Dark Bronze Mirror: "Hey compass, is this all you can teleport this far now? It's gotten so slow in just a few days?"

Dark Compass: "Do you think I'm just sitting here idly? I need to conserve my soul power. Besides, I still have to go back later, why run so far?"

Dark Bronze Mirror: "I need to change my face when I get back. This time, I'll get a male lead's face with a bitter and resentful expression."

Dark Cross: "Alright! Stop spouting nonsense and let me see your results! You used so much of my primordial soul power; if this doesn't work, I'll kill you!"

Dark Golden Seal: "Amitabha, this humble monk has also been exposed. Remember to change my face later."

Master Yan chuckled and raised the dark bronze mirror in his hand.

"Alright everyone! Now let's look at our biggest takeaway from this operation!"

Even the monk in the cassock, who always looked unhappy, became interested in the Dark Gold Seal's host.

"It seems you succeeded."

"Hahaha! Didn't I tell you? I've succeeded!"

"That's a full three thousand bandits! If we can all use them for our purposes, it will be a huge boost to many of our future endeavors!"

Even Luo Tong, the host of the Dark Compass, couldn't hide his smile.

"I was one of the first to recover, and I have been cultivating my own power for a long time."

However, humans are truly complex and fickle creatures. They are always scheming, fighting among themselves, and betraying each other. It is extremely difficult to cultivate a human force that is completely obedient to our Dark Star.

Furthermore, once the Federation discovers that a certain force has my shadow behind it, it will be swiftly wiped out, even if the force I cultivated has not done anything wrong.

Unfortunately, I still don't have many capable or useful people on hand.

Bronze mirror, today you reflected three thousand bandits in your image, truly a wise move!

Bandits are a very special kind of existence on this planet. Their gray-area identity and the popularity they enjoy among the people have many uses that can be exploited…

Master Yan laughed heartily, looking up at the sky.

"Of course! Who are we? We are the rulers of the Dark Star! How can we do everything ourselves? We should have our own subordinates and puppets!"

Trust me, there's no better puppet than the Bandit Mirror Man!

"You won't find another person on this planet who can act with impunity without any regard for their identity!"

The spirits of the four dark artifacts have now completely taken control of their hosts, and they are all beaming with joy.

They were already preparing for a new chapter in their antics on Earth.

"However, the lifespan of mirror people is very short. When they are about to die, we have to borrow the power of the Cross Brothers to help them prolong their lives, or simply mirror them again, which is the same thing."

The host's body on the cross was moving, barely maintaining a human shape, his chest thumping loudly.

"Don't worry! This is nothing, I'll take care of it!"

As he spoke, the cross-shaped hand reached into his stomach and pulled out a bottle of champagne.

"Shall we celebrate?"

The four people looked at each other and immediately agreed.

"Boom!"

It's time to pop the champagne.

The four raised their glasses, drank for a while, and then casually tossed the glasses aside.

"Alright, Bronze Mirror, let us see your army of three thousand bandits!"

Master Yan gave a sly smile.

"The images I projected using my life force are all living beings, so they are naked. If you mind, you can close your eyes and wait until I have them dressed before you see them."

As Master Yan spoke, he pulled out boxes of Taoist robes and head coverings.

His preparations were quite thorough; it's estimated that he'd been planning to impersonate the bandits for quite some time.

These bandit outfits weren't mirror images of his; he bought them online for 99 yuan a box with free shipping.

Luo Tong shook his hand.

"It's alright, it's alright, hurry up."

Master Yan began.

Holding a whisk in one hand and a bronze mirror in the other, he jumped around, chanting incantations, and began his shamanistic ritual.

"Come forth, my servant!"

The cross glanced at him sideways.

"When you arrived on Earth and corrected your consciousness, what culture did you draw upon? It's neither Chinese nor Western."

Master Yan smiled.

"It doesn't matter, this is called a fusion of Chinese and Western styles."

The dark bronze mirror grew larger, reaching over five meters in height and three meters in width, and was placed upside down on the ground.

One by one, figures began to appear in the mirror, becoming clearer as they walked straight out of it.

These are rows of pale, white male bodies.

He has a tall, upright figure, perfect posture, streamlined muscles, a waist and hips, and... a bizarre head!

Their bodies are human, but their heads are shaped like mahjong tiles!

Two of a kind, three of a kind, four of a kind, south wind, one of a kind, west wind...

Even the most sinister-looking cross gasped in surprise.

"What the hell?! Did you encounter a bug when you mirrored the image?"

Master Yan stood beside the enormous mirror and tapped it inside and out.

"There shouldn't be any problems, right? This is the power of the soul, not programming, so where would a bug come from?"

Luo Tong thought of something.

"Could it be that bandits are actually a group of monsters like this? Is that why they've always worn hoods since they appeared, and why they'd rather self-destruct than be caught, just to avoid revealing their identities!"