Sir! Don't close the net!

It's not out of respect for beauty, but simply because I don't want to do that.

This wasn't Walter's first encounter with Valkyries, but whether it was Valkyrie Ling or any other Valkyrie, he always felt a strange sense of distance, allowing him to approach them with an attitude of appreciating their miraculous beauty.

This was strange, but he didn't intend to delve into the phenomenon.

Because the Valkyries are generally mentally unstable, once they understand each other's thought processes, even the most courageous warriors will flee in panic, clutching their belts.

Valkyrie glanced at Walter sideways. "Unmarried, but you don't meet my criteria for a partner. I don't want to be friends with a paper monkey like you. Over."

Walter's eye twitched violently. "Why not contact Levi's Est. Richard? Judging from Levi's Est. Richard's reaction just now, it's obvious that the person he's waiting for is no longer in Theresa Prison."

“That’s because we can’t get in touch,” Valkyrie Ling yawned.

“Miss Valkyrie, even if you want to fob me off, at least be serious,” Walter felt a throbbing in his head. “You are a Valkyrie specializing in mental attacks. If you say that Levi Ist Richard’s mental state is not stable enough and that your contact will cause him to have a mental breakdown and become an idiot, then I can barely accept that you are fobing me off.”

Valkyrie Ling's eyes flickered slightly before she narrowed them into dead fish eyes.

"That guy... his mind is flawless, and if he were to infiltrate me carelessly, it would cause fatal problems... Why do I have to work so hard?"

Walter's lips twitched slightly.

“Now that I have answered your question sincerely, you should answer mine,” Valkyrie Ling waved the cigarette in her hand at Walter. “Why is the experiment being accelerated? This is not what we agreed on.”

Walter fell silent.

“If you don’t answer, I’ll just ask your brain,” Valkyrie Ling smiled slightly. “By the way, you’re not my type, so you have a very high chance of becoming an idiot.”

Walter raised his hand and patted his forehead. Valkyrie Ling never made a show of force and was the most impulsive of all the Valkyries. According to Valkyrie Ling's habits, there would be no warning of "If you don't answer," but when Valkyrie Ling had a question, she would directly ask the other person's brain. Apart from other Valkyries, most people whose brains had been invaded by Valkyrie Ling either became idiots or had their moods drastically changed.

After all, communication is merely a vague representation of something terrible, while Valkyrie's communication is a true intrusion.

So he was lucky; for some reason, Valkyrie was in a good mood today, so she didn't directly ask him about his brain.

“Bishop Azawi has increased his investment.”

"why?"

“Ha… because of Abel Z’Morning Star’s betrayal,” Walter said, arms crossed. “For some reason, that man called the rising star went against Bishop Azavet’s wishes in the end. I don’t know the specifics, but Bishop Azavet was furious and demanded that we increase our efforts to produce a new [Lord] as soon as possible.”

After speaking, Walter nodded toward the roots that were eroding the entire Theresa Prison.

"Fortunately, the plants have already been cultivated. As long as we add fertilizer, we can cultivate the exact same fruit, and we can even make adjustments."

Valkyrie Ling chuckled, turned her face away with a cigarette dangling from her lips.

Walter frowned slightly. He couldn't see through Valkyrie. Valkyrie had countless opportunities to act and plenty of reasons to act, but from beginning to end, Valkyrie hadn't acted. And now Valkyrie's sneer seemed to indicate that she knew something that Walter didn't.

In fact, no matter how changeable their personalities are or how low their loyalty is, there has never been a case of Valkyries betraying them. All factions fear the combat unit called Valkyries, so there is no reason for Galarhorn to stop producing Valkyries. Even if they really stopped producing them, they should not have officially announced that there would be no more new Valkyries.

Moreover, the Galar Horn is also commanding the existing Valkyries.

“I won’t look at you again, so give up,” Valkyrie Ling sneered.

Walter felt a sharp pain in his stomach.

If I were to be led by Valkyrie Ling

If he walks by the nose, he'll probably get a perforated stomach.

"I think what Valhae Ling needs to consider now, rather than such irrelevant matters, is how to report the situation of Theresa Prison to Galar Horn."

"Huh? Why would I do something so pointless? In the end, it'll just be a matter of fiddling around and that's it," Valkyrie Ling flicked away her cigarette butt. "If there's nothing else, I'm leaving."

Walter raised his hand to his forehead and stepped aside.

Walhu Ling smiled as she passed by Walter. Watching the red hair dance before him, Walter instinctively lowered his eyes, but he immediately realized what was happening and felt a chill run down his spine.

He instinctively dared not look directly at Valkyrie Ling.

It wasn't out of fear of Valkyrie's dangerous spirit and power, but rather something much deeper.

Walter subconsciously turned his head to look, and the beautiful back gradually blurred. A figure wearing a yellow raincoat silently overlapped with Walchai Ling.

Yes, when the King in Yellow was torturing Auguste, he intended to do the same thing as he did to Rebecca, because Auguste was a successful experimental subject. However, he escaped, and every nerve in his body was screaming, so he didn't show up until Li Yili had gone far away.

"What exactly is the prototype of your Valkyries?"

Valkyrie Ling paused, but instead of turning around, she raised her middle finger.

"An existence you cannot reach."

Volume 1: Do Not Seek Salvation from Gods

Chapter One: We're going to build a wall!

Life is always about making choices, and getting lost at life's crossroads is perfectly normal.

Li Yili didn't think he was lost; he just didn't know where to go next.

Li Yili considered returning to Nibelungen. She could trust Valhae Rae because this woman's mind was entirely focused on money and pleasure, but she could not trust Galarhorn. Galarhorn had obviously realized the truth of the world, which was why it was collecting its inheritance in preparation for war.

After all, war can only be waged against the right target.

Eden is definitely not on the list.

The Old Days is a high-risk option. After confirming the truth of the world, the Old Days' continuous smuggling of pollutants seems somewhat strange. In addition, Shub, who is known for her suspicion, takes extra care of him and is very close to him.

The Old Days is definitely not a simple cult, but that doesn't mean the Old Days is his, Levi Esti Richard's, companion.

After picking a dozen or so wildflowers, Li Yili headed to the wasteland.

The transformation of the Cult of Steam and Steel into a conglomerate is suspicious, and he is very interested in the [Prophecy Algorithm] in the hands of the Cult of Steam and Steel. If he could make contact with it, he could probably figure out a lot of things. Of course, most importantly, he does not think that Bishop Azavet has the ability and patience to design this strange experiment.

Combined with the various sophisticated instruments seen during the previous visit to the Instars mask manufacturing plant.

The Cult of Steam and Steel is definitely helping this.

"Is this the wasteland? It feels even more desolate than outside Beatrice Prison," Rebecca said, pulling her [picked-up] robe tighter around her as she looked at the cleared and paved roads. "There isn't even a single tree."

“This is called prosperity. When social development outweighs nature itself, this is what happens,” Li Yili said, placing her hand on Rebecca’s head. “Keep your head down. You don’t want others to discover your identity, do you?”

“That’s really strict,” Abel grinned, arms crossed. “Does she have any reason to hide her identity?”

“It’s so noisy—I’ll let it go here now,” Li Yili rolled her eyes.

Rebecca, who was about to complain, immediately lost her temper when she saw Li Yili talking to thin air again, and tucked her tail between her legs and lowered her head.

Li Yili exhaled and turned to look at the city wall in front of her, her brows furrowed.

Unlike other places, the wasteland is a desolate land, just as its name suggests. It is a country built around the capital Millennium with the technology of the Church of the Steel God, with rings of walls forming a structure that resembles tree rings. From the inside out, from rich to poor, the distinctions are very clear, and there are strict checks at the checkpoints between each layer.

However, the first checkpoint is just for show. Of course, this is not because the wasteland is being perfunctory, but because it is intentional, since the wasteland needs population.

But something was strange today. The pass, which should have been just for show, was crowded with people, and there were many construction teams digging around the city wall.

After hesitating for a moment, Li Yili approached the checkpoint first. Before she even got close, she heard the angry roar of the guards at the checkpoint.

"Do not approach! This border crossing is closed! Tourists must use the official train! This is the first warning! Anyone trespassing will be treated as an illegal immigrant!"

Li Yili was taken aback. She peeked out and saw that most of the people crowding in front of the checkpoint were with their families, carrying large and small bags, looking like refugees trying to immigrate illegally.

The guard's waving of the baton was very intimidating and would have scared away most ordinary refugees, but there was only one guard and at least forty or fifty refugees crammed in there.

"We just wanted to travel!"

"Please, guard, let us in! Doesn't the wasteland always say it welcomes everyone?"

"Please, guard, at least let my wife in!"

Something is very wrong.

Li Yili's eyes

He narrowed his eyes slightly, quietly slipped out of the crowd, and made his way to the construction team's location.

As Li Yili approached, several patrolling workers immediately came over with serious expressions, looking like they wanted to drive her away. Clearly, quite a few people had been trying to do something through the construction team recently.

Li Yili subconsciously touched his pocket, wanting to use the all-powerful banknotes, but the empty pocket made Li Yili realize that he had already given all his assets to Valkyrie Lei.

"Excuse me, outsiders are not welcome here."

Just as two burly workers grabbed Li Yili's arms on either side, preparing to throw her away, they felt a tremendous force strike them, lifting her up with one hand.

Li Yili, carrying two workers, strode up to the middle-aged man whose helmet was a different color from the other workers', and flashed a bright smile. "Excuse me, are you still hiring?"

“Mr. Nick, something’s wrong with this guy—” The man being held by Li Yili’s right hand blushed, “He might be a chosen one of the gods!”

The term "chosen by God" struck them like a boulder thrown into a lake. The foreman, Nick, stared wide-eyed, and the other workers who were still wielding their hoes stopped what they were doing and turned to look in Li Yili's direction.

Li Yili raised an eyebrow slightly.

These people are ordinary people.

Those favored by the gods are like time bombs, and they're time bombs that lie about their countdown timers. Even those favored by the gods themselves can't guarantee whether they'll be able to maintain their rationality in the next second.

Therefore, ordinary people have always been mainly afraid of those favored by the gods, and they would stay as far away as possible. But the workers in these construction teams had a very subtle look in their eyes.

“To be precise… I can’t be considered a chosen one of the gods,” Li Yili gently placed the two workers on the ground, raised her finger and shook it from side to side, “but that’s not important. What’s important is that I’m very strong. Although I don’t know what you’re digging, it’s obviously not a very delicate project. I think I can speed up your work.”

Nick raised an eyebrow slightly. "If I don't agree, will you kill us all?"

“He won’t do that,” Abel, standing behind Li Yili, waved his hand.

Li Yili put one hand on her waist, paused for a moment, then shrugged her shoulders, "How could I do something so unreasonable?"

Li Yili's subtle pause made the construction workers look wary, but Nick was much calmer. He pondered for a moment, then raised an eyebrow and said, "Even if you help us speed up the project, I can't guarantee that you'll be allowed in."

“That’s really strict…” Li Yili narrowed her eyes for a moment, then spread her hands. “Is it really necessary to be this extreme?”

Before Nick could speak, the worker brought over by Li Yili couldn't help but complain.

“You chosen ones of the gods certainly don’t care about plagues and wars. We are just a group of ordinary people. Our homes are here, and we can’t run away.”

Chapter Two: How Quickly the Law Enforcement Force Arrived and What Did the Corpse Have to Do with It?

War is terrible because once it begins, all order collapses and everything rushes toward an irreversible point.

The plague is terrible because once it starts to spread, it is not something that can be stopped easily, and it will rebound as soon as there is any relaxation.

How terrifying is war combined with plague?

The parties involved in the war will inhumanely use the plague as a weapon to attack each other, and the plague will spread and develop unchecked in the chaos of the war.

Li Yili frowned.

Nick didn't try to stop the worker from speaking with words or glances, and the other workers nodded subconsciously, which meant that the war and plague were not rumors, but things that everyone knew.

If the two major problems of war and plague were to collapse simultaneously, it would make sense for the wasteland to erect walls to prevent those who clearly intended to immigrate illegally from entering the border.