Volume 1, Chapter 56: The Furnace of Calamity

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"Colleagues." Qin Cang answered coldly, just as usual, without a shred of warmth.

When Lin Zhinuo finished delivering the KFC combo and went to the clinic to look for Wen Jianxiong, he learned that the twenty-four-meter-wide avenue in Dayuyu Village would be completed and joined tomorrow.

"General, please bear with it," Da Qiao said tearfully, holding Xia Tian horizontally in her arms. Vaguely, one could see Da Qiao's face wet with tears like pear blossoms in the rain.

Yongle's intention was to take the Dawn Great Ming back to Lighthouse Star to develop independently; plainly speaking, he wanted to secede.

Not only that, but Wushang and Brother K, who followed closely behind, also used their energy cannons to fire oval-shaped energy projectiles one after another. Right behind the three-meter-wide sphere of energy, these energy projectiles struck forward like raindrops.

Mu Xuefu was unwilling to waste any more breath arguing with her for the moment, offering a slight smile in response. Then, glancing at Hua Mei'er and Pan Qihao, she let out a long sigh, a flash of wistful emotion flitting across her eyes.

Half a year ago. Xia Deng and Bai Ziying were captured by the sine wave and escorted into the number one flagship survival module, "Horseshoe Crab Sea."

The conference room was in complete chaos. Da Qiao suddenly stepped forward, hooking her left arm around Xia Tian's neck with a charming smile, while pulling out her sidearm with her right hand and spinning it into a flash of steel. The blade emitted a shrill, piercing dragon-like roar as it cut through the air.

"About a month ago. I saw you cultivating with such blazing fervor that I didn't want to disturb you, knowing you would come looking for me once you finished," Guan Qian smiled.

Anyone capable of appearing silently behind oneself must be extraordinary. Could this fellow before her be an expert hired by the Lone Wolf Assassin Group?

"Army Commander, you aren't really thinking of fighting, are you? Can Li Liu's words be trusted right now? He says a single division can hold Xingfu City—are you kidding me?" a division commander walked over and said to Fan Hechong.

"Haha, Xuan'er, come here!" Qin Zhenguo called out to Qin Jingxuan with great delight, his face beaming.

Eun-hee's condition worsened, and she could no longer be treated through a bone marrow transplant. Jun-hee took her home to spend her final moments with her.

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I know, I could just look at the synopsis and chapter counts like other peers.

However, according to Ning Zhongshen's estimation, these monsters that understood military drills could already be considered elites among their kind. Even with the Beast Valley continuously providing manpower, it was impossible to supply them infinitely. Being able to muster forces on this scale meant they had practically exhausted half of the Beast Valley's potential.

Blood Treasure Pavilion was located near the peak of Blood-Drinking Peak, still quite a distance from the dining hall. After marching at a brisk pace for over an hour, Duan Fei finally arrived at the Blood Treasure Pavilion.

As the carving of *A Dream of Nanke* was completed, Qin Huai felt as though he had been struck by a heavy hammer; the "mountain ranges within his chest" became much more solid.

"Fiona, even though what you said is the truth, you just need to know it in your heart—there's no need to voice it out. At least leave others a way out!" a certain person said with a gratified and smiling expression.

Nalan Ruyan had underestimated this scoundrel's shamelessness. Clearly acting despicably, yet coming from his mouth, it was phrased as if he were standing on the side of absolute righteousness.

"Bastard!" The Lord of Annihilation roared angrily upon seeing his plan obstructed, brandishing the giant sword in his hand and engaging Ling Aotian and his two avatars in fierce combat.

"You truly live up to being a Supreme who has mastered the laws of space. But so what? If it weren't for..." Boruo was just about to retort when Lin Chong appeared directly before him.

The other uneasy feelings that had been suppressed by his previous excitement suddenly surged into his heart along with this wave of anxiety. Now that he thought about it, the enemy's sudden appearance, their foolish exposure of their own identity, and their immediate flight looked suspicious and wrong no matter how he analyzed it.

Today was Major Wang Lei's day off. At only twenty-five years old, he not only possessed the cultivation of an eighth-tier martial master but was also a member of the Wind and Thunder Theater's special forces. The military rank on his shoulders was earned through illustrious battle achievements—or rather, exchanged for a body covered in scars.

Far from being worried, he was overjoyed, because led by Zhang Niujiao yesterday, Cai Xu had truly witnessed what it meant to see military generals as numerous as falling rain.

"A dog can't stop eating shit!" Seeing the members of the Bohai Gang, Xue Hongyi spat lightly, a look of profound disdain crossing her face.

Yang Tian said, "Because I want to see what you look like when you crawl on the ground." Even the fingertips of Ye Kai's hands were chilled to the bone; he felt a fierce impulse to rush forward and pour this entire pot of cold water down the man's neck.

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"What kind of power is this snow-white divine light? With its addition, not only has the mysterious millstone within my body become many times more stable, but its power has also increased significantly, making it even easier to refine the divine medicine," Xiao Yi said with an excited expression.

The next moment, echoing the thoughts of Shiniu and others, on the fiercely contested battlefield, as the Wuhuan people gradually maneuvered and operated, the soldiers of the Ke Army Battalion and the Personal Guard Battalion also continued to advance and engage in combat, gradually intermingling amidst the covering fire of the arrow rain and forming a hybrid combat formation.

Sometimes, a person's own memory is unreliable; it will automatically beautify and revise certain events in memory, making the good seem even better and the ugly even worse. It can even turn some memories into ripples on a dream's surface, making one doubt whether they truly experienced them at all.

Dammit! Ying Hao's gloomy gaze flickered incessantly as he pondered how to make these people quiet down.

Zhang Xing's sword was as sharp as the grim reaper's scythe under a cold night, continuously cutting through the misty night to forge strips of verdant radiance. Those rays were breathtakingly beautiful yet terrifyingly lethal. Not to mention big trees, even solid rocks were pulverized directly wherever the sword's momentum passed, leaving sword marks on Chu Xinghan's clothes on several occasions.

As the bitterness faded and fragrance began to diffuse, a strong sense of belonging flashed through her mind once more.

Half an hour later, Qin Yi carried Tang Xiaoyue—who was so limp and weak in the legs that she refused to get off him—back to the courtyard. Seeing Zhang Daling, Tang Xiaoyue no longer dared to put on an act; she hopped down from Qin Yi's back, exchanged greetings, and bolted straight for the Great Qin Base.

After the three finished speaking, the valley—steeped in sulfur vapor and with magma like blood—remained silent, as if devoid of any living creatures, holding a dead, absolute stillness.

"You heard what Second Master Qin said. Whether you can let him go is something you'll have to ask the heavens!" Yifan swirled the red wine in his glass and smiled.

The reason she could feel at ease before was because these people were elites transferred from local military units, whereas she herself came from a SWAT team, and her experience in this particular area was somewhat lacking.

However, looking back at history, during this transitional period from cold weapons to firearms, there were still many classic battles where cold weapons triumphed over firearms.

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