Although it was a lighthearted joke amid suffering, Zhang Yuanqing's frustration was real.

Ling Tu was constantly making shady moves, able to dominate the trends of the real world even while inside a dungeon.

The evil faction's layout was subtle and far-reaching, with the Covenant of Freedom hidden for a century. It only needed to detonate one pawn to shake the orderly faction.

In the New Covenant County factional conflict, the advantages he had painstakingly accumulated were nothing more than child's play in the face of demigod-level powerhouses.

There were still twenty days before the killing dungeon, but even if he advanced to a Ruler, he would still be like an ant in the eyes of a demigod.

This time, the orderly faction was facing an unprecedented crisis. If it couldn't get through it safely, the orderly faction would collapse, and there would be no future at all. He wouldn't even have time to grow.

Fu Qingyang's calm voice came from the speaker:

"Boreas is an experienced demigod. Both her knowledge related to the The Way of the Extraordinary and her combat experience are matched by her level. She chose to merge with the God of Thunder, which means she was certain of success in her eyes, and wasn't afraid of the evil faction's calculations, but she still miscalculated."

Zhang Yuanqing was silent for a few seconds, "Boss, what do you mean?"

Fu Qingyang gave an "hmm" sound: "It means that there are existences in the evil faction whose experience and knowledge far surpass Boreas, which is the God you mentioned to me. The Covenant of Freedom has been lying dormant for a century, secretly plotting many things. A sudden eruption will inevitably bring devastating disasters. This is normal. Don't be too alarmed. Endure it, and you can offset all of their pawns."

Zhang Yuanqing understood at this point that his boss was trying to comfort him.

The evil faction had been plotting for a century, and with the help of gods, once they made a move, it would definitely be an earth-shattering event. It wouldn't make sense if it was just a lot of noise and little impact.

This was the foundation they had accumulated in the last factional conflict. The orderly faction could only endure it. If they survived, it would be equivalent to exhausting the enemy's trump card. The outcome was still uncertain.

If they couldn't endure it, they would just have to accept their fate.

"The orderly faction has controlled the world for a century. There are so many demigods, and they have a lot of trump cards. Just wait patiently." Fu Qingyang was like a commander sitting in the battlefield, his expression unchanged in the face of collapsing mountains:

"If the sky falls, there are demigods to hold it up. If the demigods die, there are Rulers to hold it up. The day the Rulers also return to The Way of the Extraordinary, when it's your turn, die when you must. The worst-case scenario is just returning to The Way of the Extraordinary, nothing more.

"If you take life and death lightly, nothing and no one can disturb your state of mind."

Zhang Yuanqing gave a wry smile: "It's just that I feel unwilling."

Death wasn't scary. What was scary was not making the enemy pay the price.

Fu Qingyang said in a deep voice: "Then take good care of yourself and prepare for the killing dungeon. When you advance to a Ruler, you can at least enter the game as a pawn."

Zhang Yuanqing hung up the phone. He wanted to return to the dungeon to continue cultivating, but with such a big event happening, he wasn't in the mood to cultivate. If the troubles caused by the two chiefs of the Heavenly Punishment weren't resolved, he couldn't return to the dungeon with peace of mind.

So he returned to the residential floor and gathered the members of Return of the Dead.

"Something big has happened!" Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath and looked at his teammates, "You should have already received the The Way of the Extraordinary prompt, but the details"

Sun Miaomiao: "We already understand everything."

Zhao Chenghuang: "The two chiefs of Heavenly Punishment have gone crazy for some reason, slaughtering people at headquarters, their morality values cleared. Now Hua City has also suffered a major disaster."

Zhang Yuanqing looked at them blankly: "How did you know?"

Guan Ya said, "Yuan Ting found out."

I almost forgot that guy's ability to gather information was comparable to a Rule. Zhang Yuanqing muttered to himself, then said:

"Hua City is far from New Covenant County, so it's unlikely to be affected here, but after this battle, even if Heavenly Punishment doesn't dissolve, it will suffer unprecedented weakening. Who knows what will happen in the future? It won't be good anyway. I suggest you return."

Guan Ya and the others nodded with solemn expressions.

Zhang Yuanqing habitually wanted to ask them their opinions on the current situation, but he felt that it was unnecessary. A demigod-level disaster was useless even if the Saints discussed it to death. It was like office workers discussing the international situation all day long; the international situation would never change because of their will.

West Suburb of Hua City.

Two figures appeared out of thin air at the Heavenly Punishment headquarters. They were the White-Haired Marshal and the Silver-Masked President.

The Heavenly Punishment headquarters, covering an area of 68,000 square meters, had been reduced to ruins. The two of them looked down from above and saw only broken walls, uprooted green trees, spraying pipes, and billowing smoke.

There was no life here. Some had died, and some had fled.

Everywhere they looked, there were victims dismembered by wind blades, like clumps of mosquitoes splattered on the wall, with blood splattered everywhere, shocking the eyes.

Among these victims were Extraordinary, Saints, and even Ruler-level figures, but in the face of a demigod-level disaster, there was no difference between them.

Fu Qingxuan looked a little dazed. The Heavenly Punishment headquarters was a sacred place in the hearts of all orderly The Way of the Extraordinary users. It gathered the orderly elites from all over the world, possessed two powerful level 11 demigods, was supported by a large financial group, and had the most abundant collection of props.

Orderly The Way of the Extraordinary users all over the world were proud to join Heavenly Punishment.

Such a powerful organization, which had stood for a century, had suffered a devastating disaster today.

When Fu Qingxuan was young, she had also thought about joining Heavenly Punishment and becoming a respected prosecutor. Although as she grew older, she was no longer influenced by her elders and had her own views, the childhood imprints were still in her heart.

Seeing the devastated Heavenly Punishment headquarters at this time, she felt particularly complicated.

"The prosperous version of Heavenly Punishment is over. An epic-level weakening." The President sighed, pressed Fu Qingxuan's shoulder, and teleported her away.

The two of them immediately came to the urban area of Hua City, and what they saw was also a mess of ruins. Not long ago, this area had been hit by a terrible hurricane and ball lightning.

Houses collapsed, smoke billowed everywhere, roads were blocked by vehicles, and people fled in droves.

Ambulances and fire trucks emitted shrill sirens, but were blocked on the road because the streets had collapsed and broken, and traffic was paralyzed.

The water supply system was paralyzed, the power system was paralyzed, and people were dying every minute and every second.

The path of the hurricane ran through this area and went to the southern suburbs.

The President opened the item bar, clicked on the wanted mission, checked the location where the red light was flashing, and teleported with Fu Qingxuan again.

This time, they came directly to the "destination" and saw Boreas floating five hundred meters in the air. The Chief Executive Officer of Heavenly Punishment was naked, her beautiful body unclothed.

One of her eyes was condensed with lightning, bright blue, and the other eye was as transparent as琉璃.

She looked down at the vast earth, her eyes and expression were dull, and she muttered, "Who am I, who am I..."

The President and the Marshal looked at each other, and the former said in a low voice: "She is indeed crazy."

Fu Qingxuan nodded and added: "But she is also stronger. Her aura makes me feel trembling."

"Theoretically speaking, she has a level 12 level." The President said in a deep voice: "The last one who gave me this feeling was Shura."

As he spoke, Boreas suddenly turned her head and looked at the two of them, shouting sharply: "Who am I? Who are you!"

Empty eyes burst out with madness and cruelty.

The President pointed his fingers like a sword and quickly wrote in the void, writing a contract full of mysterious incantations, and chuckled:

"Old friend, how could you forget who you are? Let me tell you, but we have to make a deal. I will answer your questions, and you will pay me a reward."

Boreas stared at them intently, the cruelty in her eyes weakened, and asked urgently: "Who am I, tell me quickly!"

The contract in front of the President instantly lit up, and then disappeared, as if some kind of rule was established in the dark.

The President said loudly:

"The deal is done, listen carefully, your name is Boreas! Boreas, I will take your God of Thunder power as a reward."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and grabbed, and saw countless tree-like lightning surging from Boreas's body, gathering in the President's hand, and finally condensing into a bright blue dazzling thunderball.

Transaction is the most powerful and most common ability of the Merchant profession.

And this kind of transaction, in which both parties reach an agreement, is displayed by a demigod-level President, and is like a rule.

"Boreas... Yes, I am Boreas, I am Boreas." Boreas's eyes rolled wildly, revealing a seemingly happy but actually crazy smile.

A sword light flashed between heaven and earth, and Fu Qingxuan took the opportunity to attack.

She instantly got close to the Sky King, took out a bright iron sword from the item bar, spewed out a sharp sword energy that distorted the void, and stabbed at Boreas's forehead.

Her sword could easily shatter demigod-level rule-like props.

Boreas was still immersed in joy, muttering: "I am Boreas, I am Boreas..."

Seeing that the sword light was about to hit, she suddenly raised her hand and grabbed the sword.

Qing Qi surrounded her fingers.

She looked at Fu Qingxuan, and then at the sword in her hand, as if she had realized that she was being attacked. Madness and killing intent burst out in her eyes, and she shouted sharply:

"Die!"

Boom! With a loud bang, the air exploded, Fu Qingxuan's bones were shattered, and her whole body flew out like a cannonball, crashing heavily on the ground, and bouncing like a ball, smashing one deep pit after another on the ground.

Fu Qingxuan got up in embarrassment, her beautiful white hair became frizzy, her clothes were torn and covered in dirt, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.

Her bones crunched, and healed in the blink of an eye.

The President appeared beside her, holding the thunderball in his palm, and said with a solemn expression: "It seems like we can't beat her?"

Fu Qingxuan nodded: "Without the power of lightning, her level is still 12. The fusion was actually successful. The problem is that she didn't obliterate the spirit of the God of Thunder, so she is mentally disordered."

The President thought for a while and said:

"The fusion was successful the evil faction didn't lie to her. That's right, how could 'deception' this kind of trick hide from her? What is the reason for the failure? Could it be that there is a step missing to become the dominant one?"

At this time, a shrill whistling sound came, and large swaths of wind blades descended like a rainstorm.

The President pressed the White-Haired Marshal's shoulder and teleported her away.

As soon as the two of them appeared not far away, wind blades immediately descended again, pouring down as if they didn't cost money.

The President teleported away again, but as soon as he appeared, the wind blades immediately descended.

They were always under the gaze of the Sky King.

And after Fu Qingxuan's previous failed attack, the two of them did not dare to try to sneak attack again, fearing that they would give away two gods for nothing.

At this time, thick dark clouds floated from the east, and the humidity in the air increased rapidly.

Lightning and thunder flashed in the dark clouds, a strong wind rose, and a clear dragon's roar resounded in all directions, deafening and as if purifying the soul.

Boreas's body trembled, and the chaos and madness in her eyes quickly dissipated. In the baptism of the dragon's roar, she found herself and briefly regained her sanity.

The Rain Master's dragon's roar is best at dispelling illusions.

At this time, an old man with white hair and a tall stature suddenly appeared on the scene. He seemed to appear out of thin air, more strangely and abruptly than teleportation.

The old man was holding a pot of wine, raised his head and poured it into his mouth, and then sprayed it out in one gulp.

The intoxicating wine intent spread out like smoke and mist, causing Fu Qingxuan and the President to sway, their cheeks flushed red, as if they had drunk ten pounds of Erguotou.

Boreas's eyes were covered with a layer of confusion, and the sanity she had finally recovered quickly dissipated, and madness and chaos once again occupied her mind.

The dark cloud rolled in, producing a suction force, and quickly devoured the wine in the air.

"Banish!"

The President snapped his fingers and "invited" away the owner of the Alcohol God Club.

But in the next second, Old Mai, holding the wine pot, reappeared and sneered, "Distance means nothing to me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ground beside his feet suddenly cracked open, and two rock-condensed palms stretched out, firmly grasping his body.

Scarlet flames immediately rose, and a burly man with fiery red hair appeared in the flames, his palms spewing flames, turning into a long knife, and cutting off Old Mai's head with one strike.

The head rolled down and was caught by a hand and gently pressed against the broken neck.

And Old Mai, who was grasped by the rock hands, had disappeared.

In today's Knight profession, with no demigods, the Drunkard can arbitrarily distort the rules, turning death into life.

A green light floated from the west,袅袅娜娜like green smoke, seemingly slow, but actually fast.

Above the green light, a blazing flame streaked across the sky, the water vapor in the air evaporated, and the heat wave rolled.

"Da da da" The sound of horse hooves came from the south, and eight azure blue horses were pulling a chariot at a rapid pace.

The earth cracked, and an old man wearing a yellow robe, with white beard and hair, stood on a stone pillar, slowly rising into the sky.

The demigods of the orderly faction had all arrived.

"Roar!"

The deafening roar attracted the attention of the demigods. A five-clawed divine dragon with black scales and green beard wandered in, exuding an evil aura, its eyes like two rubies.

Gu Dragon! A demigod from the Psionic Society has arrived.

On top of the Gu Dragon's head stood two figures, one wearing a斗篷and a hood, with a face that was sometimes male and sometimes female, sometimes old and sometimes young, was the Illusion God of the Southern Faction. The other was wearing a suit, handsome and elegant, with a silver earring, a bit痞帅.

King of Fear.

(End of this chapter)