Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

"I still have many questions for you, such as the laws of the warp, the development level of the Oscar Imprint, and the preferences of that Rat God... Don't you really consider staying and helping the Purple Light Cult break through the Iron Curtain?"

On the edge of the district where the Purple Light Cult is located, the esteemed leader of the Farah Cult rarely makes an appearance outside the main hall, just to "see off" Kong Jiu, a well-known philanthropist in the lower city.

"I also have many questions for you."

Kong Jiu's face remained expressionless. "What is the Iron Curtain? What is magic? And what is your deal with Squich? I'd love to know too."

But as he spoke, Kong Jiu raised his middle finger: "However, don't pretend you know me well. Just because I can't judge you doesn't mean I condone your crimes, understand?"

The surrounding Purple Light Cult members all showed astonishment, as if to say, "How dare this yellow-skinned monkey surnamed Kong shout at Lord Farah like that?"

Farah smiled calmly: "I await the day you will judge me. At that time, I will offer my neck for execution."

It's a deal.

Kong Jiu ignored the group of cultists behind him and turned to leave.

They shouldn't be hunted down by the Purple Light Cult anymore, unless some members come looking for trouble. Perhaps this is what they mean by "It's easier to deal with the King of Hell than with his underlings."

The mission to deliver the message was completed. Now, both the gang and the cult received the signal that "King Squich is getting impatient."

"A small conflict should break out first to avoid a major war," said Arthur the Mouse.

But how many bodies will we need to dispose of from this small conflict?

Dozens, or hundreds?

The thought of more deaths made Kong Jiu feel depressed.

It has been a year and a half since Professor Ofavi introduced him to collect the body.

But the workload in just these three months of winter far exceeds that of the first half of the year.

Yesterday, after returning home from the sewers, the professor called to lavish praise on me, saying that thanks to my outstanding procurement performance, the quota for student remains on campus had been increased from one per person to "any number you apply for, we can have as many as you want."

The school even plans to communicate with bone decorators to give the massive amount of remains, which have been mutilated by students, a second life.

During the call, Kong Jiu recalled that in his hometown in his previous life, medical students could only be assigned one cadaver for every ten students.

In Amerigo, however, the dead are as numerous as white-feathered chickens, born early and dying early, then circulating in the market.

Kong Jiu was in a state of confusion...

What exactly is the Iron Curtain, and is it truly insurmountable?

He longed to go home, even if it was his home in this world!

A cold wind swept through the streets, carrying with it the faint, musty stench unique to the lower city, mixed with the sea breeze, which filled the air.

Just then, Kong Jiu, whose mind was in turmoil, suddenly felt that the sunlight seemed to have become a little brighter.

He looked up, wondering if the sun had broken through the clouds.

A star came into his eyes.

The star, with its pale yellow glint, broke through the clouds, leaving a streamlined trail and emitting a pure white flame, streaking across the sky, growing brighter and brighter.

Is that a comet or a meteor? The visibility is pretty good in broad daylight.

Wait, that doesn't look like a star?

Kong Jiu suddenly remembered something, and his heart sank.

He whirled around, raising his voice to its highest point, and hysterically roared at the Purple Light Cultists who were also looking up at the "stars":

"Missiles! Those bastards from the Great Vortex actually managed to get their hands on a guided-missile system!"

Sure enough, the distant starlight seemed to expand even further with each shout.

It would probably only take ten seconds for it to land near them.

Farah's eyes suddenly narrowed.

The next moment, the Purple Light Cult Leader flashed and leaped into the air like a cannonball, soaring hundreds of meters into the sky.

His purple robe fluttered wildly in the cold wind like a trench coat, crackling and sputtering, which gave his slightly plump figure a dashing and elegant air.

High in the sky, Farah raised her hands, and the exquisite magic loops on her forearms instantly emitted a burst of blue light.

With his left hand forming a hand seal, he drew a series of circles with his right hand, and streaks of blue light followed his hand gestures, forming six or seven circles resembling a magic array that encircled his body.

Farah's eyes narrowed, and he clenched his fists, unleashing bursts of blue light that shot straight at the missile that shone like a star.

Dozens of light blue rings tightly bound the incoming flash, locking the missile like pincers and stopping it in mid-air.

The ferrata had a ferocious look on its face, its hands clenched loosely, and it tossed the pasta upwards with all its might.

The missile was violently flung upwards by the ring, deviating from its course and hurtling into the clouds.

Then, a flash appeared in the clouds, followed by a muffled, thunderous explosion.

Kong Jiu watched the whole thing in a daze.

"He's practically Superman!"

At this moment, Kong Jiu was extremely grateful that he had persuaded the Purple Light Cult Leader with words rather than a head-on confrontation.

Amid cheers from the worshippers, Farah, exhausted and covered in sweat, slowly fell back to the ground.

"Damn it, a D-rank psionicist can intercept a missile with his bare hands?"

Kong Jiu stared at Farah in disbelief, wondering if he could still stop her if she fired another shot now.

But Farah paid no heed to the believer's dazed state; in a flash, his figure vanished once more.

The next moment, he was standing next to Kong Jiu.

"Kong, quickly report to King Squich! The people of the Great Vortex have betrayed us! They have no intention of participating in the plan to dismantle the Iron Curtain!"

Farah said anxiously.

Kong Jiu frowned.

The two sides maintained a balance of power for half a month, which was not only fueled by the upper-class officials, but also related to that rat, Squich.

What exactly did these two organizations do with Squeez?

However, it was Squeez who wanted to start the war.

Farah wants to accuse the Great Vortex of treason based on just one side of the story?

Farah noticed the doubt in Kong Jiu's eyes and said helplessly, "You don't have to believe me, just tell the Rat God that that bastard Wendat launched a missile."

"OK."

With that, Kong Jiu waved his hand, tearing open a subspace rift, and stepped forward, disappearing into it.

"Squich, are you there? Open the door."

With a slight thought, a bright green crack appeared in his subspace transit station.

As Kong Jiu hurried past, he saw the large hamster with horns on its head again.

"The mission is complete..." Kong Jiu said, taking out the green-glowing pebble.

"I know, I saw it when you were being coerced by Samael in the warp."

With an aged voice that belied its soft and cute appearance, Arthur jumped off the sofa, which was even less supple than its own fur, walked to Kong Jiu's side, and took the green stone.

"The Purple Light Cult has also been notified, and Farah herself was informed."

"Oh? You can even get in touch with Farah? That's really rare."

Arthur rubbed the stone against his fur, and the dark green stone seemed to shine even brighter, but he then tossed it aside.

"Then let's wait for the show to begin. Take a couple of days off, let these two idiots fight it out and bleed a little. Then we'll move on to the next step: rescuing the person."

"Is our next step to rescue people?"

"Of course! Wasn't our goal agreed upon from the beginning? To save as many people as possible!"

"But," Kong Jiu said, looking at Arthur, who was slowly swaying back onto the sofa, "the Great Vortex and their crew launched missiles."

Arthur suddenly stopped wiggling his little bottom and his broom-like tail.

"Has the plan changed?" Kong Jiu asked tentatively.

silence.

An indescribable silence.

"The plan has changed."

After a long while, Arthur spoke, a hint of dissatisfaction appearing on his hairy face.

"I thought my rat-people were already prone to going back on their word enough."

Arthur's hair stood on end, as if he had been electrocuted.

He got angry.

"If the Great Vortex Gang doesn't play by the rules, then it's time to let them taste what chaos is like."

As it spoke, it stood up, changing from four legs to two, and its dark eyes glowed with a faint green light as it looked at the peacock.

"Kong Jiu, what do you think about becoming a divine messenger?"

"I don't think it's very good."

Kong Jiu had no chance to refuse. The moment he made eye contact with the rat, a prompt appeared in his mind.

【Blessing of Chaos - Thirteen (Squich)】

[The madness of the weak: It can devour the power of those stronger than itself, but its own spirit will decline in the same amount.]

[To survive: All your attributes can be converted into health points.]

"What kind of weird skill are you using on me?"

Kong Jiu complained with dissatisfaction.