The Envoy of Abundance from Onphalus

The snowball melted upon contact with his skin, but Bu Liren swelled up like a rapidly inflating balloon, his body visibly expanding until his skin became translucent and shiny. "No...no..." He stared in horror at his swollen body, and the next moment—"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, like a liquid-filled balloon bursting, ribbons and fireworks bloomed on the spot.

"Do you love Aha?" a man in an orange mask asked, pulling at a stranger.

"I love you, I love you, let me go, I won't cause any more trouble." Bu Liren trembled, his tail tucked between his legs; clearly, he was terrified by the bizarre scene.

"What? Aha, such a sick star god, and you still love Him? I think you're obsessed. You need some treatment. I happen to be a doctor, let me help you."

The man in the orange mask took out a syringe as thick as an arm from his pocket.

The orange-yellow liquid flowing inside was undulating in a strange, ominous pattern.

"No no no no no no no! I don't love Aha, I really don't love him. I misspoke."

"What? You don't love the Pleasure Goddess who brings joy to the world? If you don't understand joy, what use are you in this world? Hahahahahaha."

The orange-clad man slapped Bu Liren across the face with his own palm, causing the slap to dissipate into a pile of colorful ribbons.

"Oops, I accidentally hit the wrong person. Damn it." The man in the orange mask continued to repeat the process.

He grabbed a member of the Plenty Allied Forces and pressed him with questions about death. This was part of his personal, perverse sense of humor.

Some people answered that they neither loved nor loved, and thought they had escaped unscathed, only to be torn in two by the man in the orange mask.

Then the man said, "Since you neither love Aha nor do you love him, but you are all alone, oh dear, that's really distressing."

"I have a plan, though. I'll just split you in two, one half will love Aha, and the other half won't. How clever of me!"

"My friend found me so much fun! This world deserves laughter! Hahahaha, let's enjoy a moment of joy together. Aww~"

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Faced with other enemies, the Plenty Alliance might still be able to muster the courage to fight to the death.

But what about these lunatics who laugh and joke, whose behavior and logic are completely incomprehensible, and whose methods of killing are so bizarre and terrifying?

Their psychological defenses collapsed in a very short time, like rotten wood eaten by worms.

Fear, pure fear stemming from the unknown, completely gripped their hearts. The collapse occurred much faster than they had anticipated.

This "great chaos," which Dan Shu had high hopes for and Huan Long had secretly instigated, showed signs of exhaustion less than an hour after it broke out.

The remaining Bu Liren and members of the Medicine King's secret lineage, like stray dogs, scurried in terror into abandoned warehouses and even the corners of residential houses, trying to escape the omnipresent hunter.

Meanwhile, the five million compassionate physicians transformed into the most patient hunters, searching for rare life-saving herbs in the perilous wilderness of the starry sea.

A thorough sweep of the entire Luofu region began. Every time a hiding place was discovered, a swift and decisive strike was launched.

The now-hidden Allied Forces did not fare well; they were blocked and torn apart by several angry and compassionate physicians, perhaps the most satisfying end for them.

Worse still, you might be discovered by the Masked Fool. That means you could be stuffed into a gift box and blown to pieces, choke to death on candy and laugh yourself to death, or turn into a snowman and explode on the spot... heading towards the end of your life in endless pleasure.

The most terrifying nightmare, however, is undoubtedly falling into the hands of those golden insectoids. They won't kill you immediately. Their cold, hard limbs will hold you firmly in place, and their sharp mouthparts will pierce your body, injecting a paralyzing toxin.

You are paralyzed, yet your consciousness remains crystal clear. You can only watch helplessly as the enormous, barbed jaws slowly and thoroughly devour you, like savoring a delicacy.

That slow and clear process of dying is enough to destroy any strong will.

Although the clearing process was inevitably bloody and cruel, it was made possible by the strong medical skills and rapid response of the compassionate doctors.

Apart from the casualties caused by the potent demonic poison powder and trampling in the initial stages of the chaos, subsequent civilian casualties were minimized. The seriously injured were quickly removed and received timely and effective treatment.

The anticipated turmoil that would sweep across Luofu was, in fact, a short-lived, bloody, and absurd farce, thanks to Jing Yuan's grand and meticulous planning and the ingenious combination of tactics employed by Physician Cihuai.

Huanlong's meticulously planned game suffered its most utter defeat on the very first move on the chessboard of Luofu.

Is there any chance of things turning around in the Prison of Imprisonment?

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Another chapter updated today, making up for the 23 chapters I owe. Goodnight everyone.

Golden Branches Through the Ages: Chapter 171 Rescue Plan

Mo Du's fingers gripped the jade pendant that transmitted the signal tightly. The cold jade shattered in his palm, and the tiny edges pierced his flesh, bringing a sharp sting.

However, this pain paled in comparison to the ruthlessness and triumph surging within him. The plan, like a finely tuned gear, was meshing and turning flawlessly.

Reason? At this moment, it has been almost completely overwhelmed by the feverish anticipation of victory and the glory to come.

"It's done!" he shouted silently in his heart.

Soon, the imprisoned leader will regain his freedom, and Bu Liren's fearsome sharpness will shine once again throughout the world!

Just imagining that scene was enough to make his blood boil and fill him with ecstasy. But now was not the time to celebrate—it was time for that great being to break free from the shackles of Luofu.

Modu no longer needed to pretend. He tore off his fox-human skin, as if shedding a layer of falsehood.

He revealed the true face of the wolf head, the iconic feature of the Bu Li Ren, which was considered "ugly" by the other Immortal Boat people—bursting muscles, skin covered with thick gray fur, and wolf eyes that gleamed with an eerie green light in the darkness.

He tilted his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing, and a powerful, primal wolf howl erupted from the depths of his chest, like an invisible shockwave that instantly swept across the entire first-floor prison area!

"Ouch——!!!"

This howl is a signal, a rallying cry, and even more so, a release of wildness that has been suppressed for too long!

His response was a pair of scarlet wolf eyes that suddenly lit up in the darkness! Like countless lamps lit in hell.

The lurking warriors tore off their disguises—some wore the uniforms of prison guards from the Immortal Boat, others wore coarse cloth clothes disguised as deliverymen, and some even imitated the disheveled postures of prisoners being escorted.

Once the disguise is removed, what is revealed is an equally ferocious wolf head and a muscular body.

There were no superfluous words, no pre-battle encouragement, only an oppressive silence and a bloodthirsty glint in their eyes. Like black torrents, they converged from all corners, charging with a clear purpose toward the heavy gate at the entrance to the lower level, a gate that had already been opened!

"Quick! The passage is open!" a foot soldier roared, his voice hoarse with excitement.

"Charge in! Rescue Lord War Chief!" another echoed, claws scraping against the metal wall with a piercing noise.

Their belief was simple and fanatical: as long as they could reach the bottom and release the imprisoned wolf king, War Chief Hu Lei, there would still be hope!

With their limited manpower, it would be a pipe dream to try and break through the heavily guarded prison of the Ten Kings.

However, with the unparalleled power of the War Chief leading the way, it is not impossible to fight a bloody path and escape alive.

They infiltrated the area, each step fraught with danger, like venomous snakes lurking in the shadows, all for this moment of thunderous strike. If not now, when?

Meanwhile, in the vast and cold cargo storage area at the bottom of the prison, the situation was also changing rapidly.

Here are piles of the company's flesh-and-blood mechs, which should be cold, lifeless objects, but are imprisoned by thick chains and energy suppression fields.

However, Modu's wolf howl, piercing through layers of barriers, was like a stone thrown into stagnant water, creating unexpected ripples.

The unique frequency of the Buli race contained in the howl acted like an invisible key, instantly activating an ancient control core inside these mechs that originated from the bloodline of the Buli wolf race!

Buzz—! Sizzle—!

A piercing metallic scraping sound and an energy overload explosion suddenly rang out! The silent steel wolves seemed to be infused with a violent soul.

The chains binding them were stretched and twisted by immense force, finally snapping amidst the tooth-grinding metal! The energy suppression field flickered with an unstable blue light, its brightness erratic under the crimson energy surge from the mechs, before finally extinguishing completely!

One after another, enormous step-away mechs, like mechanical evil spirits awakened from the dead, stood up unsteadily.

Their crimson electronic compound eyes flashed with chaotic and violent light, and their internally degraded biological brains, stimulated by the alienated bloodline, were reduced to only the most primal killing commands: Find living things! Destroy them!

These steel behemoths swung their bladed arms, frantically pounding on the energy barriers that imprisoned other areas, producing deafening "bang! bang!" sounds.

However, they could not find their target—this floor was empty except for themselves.

The eerie silence made them even more agitated.

The entire operation went so smoothly that even Mo Du himself felt a slight unease.

There were no alarms blaring, no swarms of Cloud Cavalry, and not even the panicked shouts of the jailers.

The Ten Kings' reaction was incredibly slow. The warriors around him were blinded by this "easy" victory, and low howls and suppressed excited panting spread through the ranks.

"Ha! Are the fools of the Ten Kings still asleep?" A young warrior from the Bu Li tribe grinned, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth, his voice filled with contempt.

"Who cares! Heaven is on our side! Let's go!" another urged, his eyes fixed on the wide-open door on the ground floor.

Mo Du forcibly suppressed the growing unease in his heart and, swept up by the fervor of his subordinates, rushed into the deepest, darkest part of the Dark Prison.

However, the scene before them silenced everyone instantly.

air!

The vast lower level was even colder and more gloomy than the upper level, filled with a stale, strange smell that was a mixture of metallic corrosion and some kind of energy-suppressing liquid.

Apart from the intruders, the wreckage of the awakened and restless Bu Li mechs in the corners, and rows of isolated, enclosed cells emitting a ghostly blue light and holding the most dangerous prisoners, there was no one else there!

Where are the imposing guards I imagined? Where are the legendary judges of the Ten Kings' Court, whose power is said to be unfathomable? I can't even see a shadow of the lowest-ranking jailer!

The immense joy and sense of victory struck most of the Buli people like a hammer blow, leaving them dizzy.

Several soldiers couldn't help but let out a low, incredulous cheer. But Modu's heart sank suddenly, as if he had fallen into an ice cave. A chill crept up his spine.

No! This is really wrong!

The lowest level of the Prison of the Dead holds the most vicious and dangerous criminals captured by the Luofu Immortal Ship over the past few hundred years. It is the core forbidden area of ​​the Ten Kings Division and one of the most heavily guarded areas in Luofu.

How could there be no guards at all? Would the Ten Kings' Division entrust such a place to the guards of other divisions? That's simply a fantasy!

The only explanation, like a venomous snake, burrowed into Mo Du's mind: the Ten Kings already knew! They had seen through Bu Liren's plan!

So all the guards were withdrawn in advance to avoid unnecessary casualties, and then... to catch them like turtles in a jar?

The thought sent a chill down his spine. But then, a crucial question gave him a sliver of hope: What right did they have? Was it that Huaixiu Envoy, who was supposedly transferred to handle the troubles of the Works Department?

Judging by the timing, the chaos at the Construction Bureau should be keeping him occupied. Moreover, there's an even larger-scale riot brewing outside by the Bu Li people…

Even if the judges of the Ten Kings' Court have laid a trap at the top, as long as the War Chief Hu Lei is rescued, with his strength, he may be able to tear a bloody path through!

Suedo's hand, gripping his weapon, trembled slightly, his palms clammy with cold sweat. He glanced at his men, still basking in the illusion of victory, their blood boiling, eager to fight, and swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

What good would it do to expose this now, other than to cause panic and undermine morale? The arrow is already on the bowstring, and it must be released.

They had no choice but to go down this path to the bitter end, gambling with the last bit of luck of the Bu Li Wolf Clan, and fighting to the death!

"Don't stand there! Quick! Find the War Chief's cell! Break the seal!" Mo Du suppressed his fear and gave the order in a hoarse voice, his voice trembling without him even realizing it, but to his subordinates it was the clarion call of the final battle.

"Yes, sir!" the warriors roared in response.

The lower levels instantly descended into violent chaos. The warriors and the awakened mechs began a frenzied attack on the isolated, eerie blue cages.

The energy barriers flickered violently and emitted ear-piercing explosions under the bombardment of claws, arm blades, and energy weapons. One cage after another was forcibly torn open! This act of destruction finally triggered the alarm across all levels of the Dark Prison.

Those released were all notorious criminals who had wreaked havoc in the Immortal Boat Alliance.

For example, there were ferocious wing-creating officers, bountiful living plants exuding a rotten smell, and even several high-ranking members with an exceptionally cold aura, suspected to be members of the "Secret Medicine King's Teachings"... The air was filled with bloody, decaying, and chaotic energy fluctuations.

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Chapter 1 today

Golden Branches Through the Ages: Chapter 172 Stupid Beyond Redemption

The moment these vicious criminals escaped, they mostly let out roars of ecstasy or hatred.

But their hostility lessened slightly when they realized that their rescuers were a pack of wolves and those iconic wolves in their mechs.

Instead, there is a distorted sense of shared suffering and identification.

After all, we were all fellow travelers of abundance, all comrades-in-arms attacking Luofu under the banner of the Swift Envoy, and in the end, we all fell in this prison.

Many old acquaintances even recognized each other through the cages, letting out unintelligible roars or cold laughs.

"Hoo... those are Bu Li's bastards? Well done!" A winged officer with half his body made of metal cackled strangely.

"Let me out! Tear those immortal ship wrecks to shreds!" A Houyhnhnm berserker slammed his head against the screen that was being attacked.

Modu had no time to pay attention to these allies. He led his most elite warriors and several of the most powerful mechs, heading straight for the deepest and most central location at the bottom.

There stood a bronze door, cast from a special alloy, several times larger and heavier than the other cages.

Four specially made chains, each as thick as an adult's arm and shimmering with intricate runes, firmly locked the exit of the bronze door from four directions.

"This is it! Lord War Chief!" Modu's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement and awe.

"Break it open!" he roared the order.

The warriors and mechs immediately pounced. The claws could only leave faint white marks on the special alloy; when the energy weapons struck it, the runes lit up, and most of the energy was strangely absorbed or deflected.