Chapter 45 Main Text Completed

That shield was grabbed directly by a true hand of the azure firmament, completely neutralizing its momentum. Seizing the shield, he smashed it fiercely toward the elderly God-race figure, Satan.

With a casual wave of Gu Feng's hand, his storage ring flashed, and a shriveled corpse appeared before the crowd.

The Imperial Marshal was well-built, symmetrical, and fair-faced, with a countenance that seemed untouched by years of relentless warfare. Around his receding hairline ran a fringe of curly hair. He was well aware that ever since Tsar Alexander I rejected the Emperor’s proposal for a dynastic marriage, preparations for a war against Russia had already been placed on the Emperor's agenda.

Scanning his surroundings with the corner of his eye, he noted that they were standing right at the boarding gate. Newly boarded passengers were swarming about, searching for their cabins. Several male travelers could not help stealing extra glances at the exceptionally graceful Xiaoxiao and Yeliya.

His face was as pale as paper, making it abundantly clear that he had severely overdrawn his magic power. The Turtle-Crocodile King was in no better shape; its eyes rolled back continuously, utterly unable to focus.

"Hiss!" Upon finally catching sight of his face, the crowd could not help drawing a sharp breath. At this moment, his face had begun to swell and fester, and two particularly distinct black holes marred his forehead. If he hadn't given in to the unbearable itch and clawed at it with his hands, the ulceration likely wouldn't have occurred.

"Me, having a lot? It's nothing compared to those fellows who've got second, third, and fourth mistresses..." Of course, these thoughts remained unuttered by Chen Yufan.

Pinching and beating Chen Yufan, the blue-haired mermaid was consumed by extreme shame and annoyance. In all her life, when had she ever been reduced to such a wretched state—not only beaten by the enemy to the point of being completely defenseless, but actually captured into the bargain?

Qin Tang felt that meeting Su Yan's family was quite a good idea after all, seeing as Su Yan was an artist signed to his studio.

Additionally, the sailors' uniforms were no longer thin. To cope with the harsh, cold climates of the North Sea and the Baltic Sea, Desa had dispatched men to Manchester to make an emergency purchase of a batch of British-made coarse woolen coats, thereby helping the on-duty sailors withstand the bitter midnight cold.

Gu Chen frowned. If he continued bidding at this rate, his primordial stones might run short. Suddenly, he noticed a merit exchange option in the upper-left corner.

During that meeting in Xiao Cheng where pressure was put on Qin Mu to step down, Wang Mingtang's defense of Xiao Cheng, upon careful reflection afterward, was actually a way of helping Qin Mu.

Yet Gu Chen's strength was truly formidable. Duan Daochuang estimated that even Leng Rufeng might not necessarily be able to instantly kill Jin Yunkai with such ease. After all, the latter was also ranked ninth on the Kunlun Northern Range's genius roll.

The street outside the window was noisy and bustling. Yun Yiqi opened his eyes in bed and lay there in a daze for quite a while before his wits finally returned.

Pushing open the door to enter, he found a suite exquisitely and luxuriously decorated. The heartache he had felt when paying for it instantly vanished, and the scenic view of Heidelberg outside was laid out entirely before his eyes.

Led by the young man in the white coat, they all stood with their heels together in a unified, upright posture, their right arms held straight and raised high above their temples.

Yet the cultivation base and secret arts of that aged figure were bizarre and unfathomable. With a steady and unhurried aura, he simply severed his own burning arm, abruptly halting the devastation of the Azure Profound Golden Flame.

The battle was decided; the Daliang and allied forces had achieved a complete victory, setting his mind at ease. Riding Cuihua at a leisurely pace, he returned to the Yan Cheng General's Mansion.

After examination, Pan Fei was found to have no major issues; her ankle was merely sprained and would heal after a few days of rest. This finally reassured Lin Nan, who carefully carried Pan Fei into the ward.

"Ahem! Elder Swordsman Zhu, you had better rest for a bit first. The doctor will arrive shortly, and then you can give me the name list and address; I will handle everything properly for you! Hehe!" Seeing that this old man still had his uses, Commander Wang naturally had to treat him with hospitality—otherwise, who would care whether he lived or died?

Looking at the names displayed above the monsters, they appeared as such, while the two giant skeletons were designated accordingly. This made Liu Yunfei realize that the Death Monastery was a place corrupted and demonized by demonic aura, suggesting that the final boss must undoubtedly be tied to demons.

"Ahem, esteemed nobles, since you are so uncooperative, don't blame me for being impolite," Lin Jie said indifferently.

"Boss, if I die again, I'll drop to level 69. You know how hard it is to level up right now." Another mage was in an even more miserable state; although the priest's resurrection spell reduced the death penalty significantly, the cumulative losses from dying repeatedly were still heavy.

The Divine Sage's words genuinely startled the two of them. It was only then that Lin Jie realized the teacher before him was the legendary Summoner and Divine Sage. Hurriedly turning around, he apologized profusely, "Uh, I had no idea my master was gracing us with his presence, and I failed to welcome you properly. I am truly sorry. Your student begs for your forgiveness." Lin Jie's demeanor was utterly, sickeningly false.

In this lifetime, Wu Lingling had similarly remitted fifty thousand yuan, providing an extra safety net for Guan Aihua's journey in search of medical treatment.

Qingqian had not expected Lin Jie to pull this stunt and immediately put on her headset. Yet sounds began bluming from the headset—and to make matters worse, the noise inside was even louder and more repulsive than Lin Jie's singing, because it was blasting the ultimate divine track: *Nervousness*.

Just as dawn was breaking, deafening battle cries already shook the foot of Jiayuguan. Countless Sasanian soldiers, either pushing siege engines or carrying sandbags, charged madly toward the pass. After nearly a month of conserving their strength and sharpening their weapons, the Sasanian coalition forces had finally launched an unprecedented, ferocious assault on Jiayuguan.