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In accordance with the requirements of the "Nebula i9 Intelligent Factory System," Li Zhi placed an order for a batch of machinery directly online and made the payment.

Li Zhi could not hear the voice coming from the communicator, but Zhong Wuyan’s speech could not be hidden from his ears.

Zhou Bo had gathered the intelligence clearly: Zhang Ruiqing, the tyrant of Matahu Lake, along with his subordinate Da Lengzi, the Seven Wolves of Boxing, and the Eight Tigers of Gaoqing—the situation regarding all of them had been ascertained.

This was the only responsible sentence the military doctor uttered throughout the entire process of treating Nian Chunhua’s wound.

"I’m with the Tax Police Regiment. That name of yours is really something, grandson. Hahaha!" The bald captain mocked Sun Zhi’s name, and the surrounding soldiers burst into boisterous laughter.

Whistling shells tore through the sky, screaming as they descended. Explosions once again kicked up billowing clouds of smoke, engulfing the battlefield, the deafening roars blending into a continuous chain.

The cold, sharp interrogation made Ai Su tremble. She lowered her gaze, her eyelashes fluttering frantically from panic.

Every living creature felt a wave of horror. Patches of chaotic energy connected one after another, capable of obliterating the Fire God’s Secret Realm; there was no escape for any life within.

The terror of the Ghost Martial Heavenly Monarch was not mere hearsay; the containment of a technological vessel could not hold him.

They saw it clearly now: this man was not only prone to boasting but was also arrogant and conceited.

Suddenly, Momote stopped and cast a strange smile at Jager, who was in hot pursuit behind him. In the next instant, he charged straight toward the wall.

"Woof… woof… woof…" Unable to withstand the pressure from her father and various other sources, Yun Suxue lay on the ground, humiliatingly mimicking the barking of a dog.

The place remained empty. Luo He stepped down the stairs on tiptoe and arrived at the center of the church.

His Eye of Destiny slowly opened, constantly observing everything around him, but after a long while, he still could not discern what exactly had changed in this eerie city.

"Really? That’s great! Dunderhead, go and fix those arrogant fools now. Since you’re so strong anyway, dealing with them should be a piece of cake!" Xuan Yalan said to Pan Yuhong, looking delighted.

In the midst of the sandstorm, Li Maicheng and the others lay flat, holding hands, while the camel spirit continued to cast spells, whipping up the gale. Bit by bit, they were being buried by the yellow sand.

Compared to Yong Zun, the creature felt an even greater sense of dread toward the old fellow who had plucked out every single one of its feathers.

Kalan indignantly gripped his hand so hard that the idiot grimaced in pain, though he held back from crying out.

Hearing Qing Hong’s concise and insightful explanation, the crowd nodded slightly in agreement, their gazes filled with reverence.

Finishing the last line with a playful smile, Su Yuning made a heart gesture at the camera, her radiant expression leaving every viewer feeling a sense of emptiness.

"It wasn't until Xiao Xiao fell ill and passed away… that I had the thought of marrying into the Jin family in her stead. Thinking back now, it really is ridiculous. No matter how well I treated you, you only ever saw it as Xiao Xiao treating you well."

Ye Cheng glanced at Du Guochuan, who was already lying on the bed. He had been washed clean and changed into fresh clothes. Ye Cheng waved his hand, immediately dismissing those who had been caring for him.

The moment his hand touched the cold hilt of the blade, his three good brothers cried out in alarm.

Hearing that he had earned military merit, the Zhou woman wondered if he intended to continue his service, but she never dared to ask.

Ye Cheng waved his hand, signaling the men under Li Haichao to line the sides of the road and allow the men of Bai Haishan to enter.

"How is that possible? We’ve only been inside for forty-five days." Concerned about the alien war, Long Ci kept a very precise count of every day.

"Please verify your identity." As Long Ci arrived at the entrance of the command center, the electronic gate’s familiar voice rang out. He was surrounded by meticulous robots; had he shown any sign of anomaly, he would have been killed instantly. These robots were equipped with meteorite warheads, rendering his high-grade protective suit and the like entirely useless.

"I believe that, but I still can't explain where he is now. Could he have really burrowed into the earth?"

With white cloth strips wrapped around his face and yawning, Pei Long walked curiously into Qin Zhiheng’s room.

It was not that the sickly old man had not died, but rather that he wanted to give this elder a chance—a chance to be resurrected and return. If he were truly allowed to harvest the Source Power, he would likely perish more thoroughly than any creature lost to the calamities of monsters.

About an hour later, Ma Kuo and his companion, who had been waiting for a long time, finally met Mu Xu, who had changed into casual attire.

Having learned of the Eighth Route Army’s firepower configuration, one could understand why the Japanese army had suffered so miserably.

As a subordinate, Fang Ligong could not openly defy his superior. He went along with Chu Yunfei’s words: "Commander, I know the Li Yunlong you speak of is a formidable commander."

"This…" Jia Lian stammered, secretly regretting that he had spoken too freely. He had originally wanted to show off his abilities in front of Wang Xifeng, but now his cover was blown. Watching Wang Xifeng, who was glaring at him like a tiger, he had no choice but to tell the truth and recount the sequence of events.

Furthermore, recently, while taking advantage of the lull in preparations for the Northern Expedition, Mu Xu had been privately contemplating reforms, hoping to clearly plan out the political and military systems under his command.

They knew the temperaments of the Three Elders of Fortune, Prosperity, and Longevity very well: betrayal meant certain death, without a sliver of hope. The price of such hope was to suffer through torture before meeting one's end. It wasn't as if they hadn't seen how a treacherous immortal had died long ago.

If not for the timely reminder from his surgeon wife, he would surely have missed this opportunity. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but exclaim how lucky he was.