Chapter 47

"My Lord, we have just received word that the leaders of the Feathered Forest Guard and the Tiger Bravos Guard have been slain. Both forces are now securely under our control," reported a scout belonging to the Heavenly Net as he hurried over.

Taking a deep breath, they felt instantly refreshed. One of the Foundation Establishment disciples could not help exclaiming, "What is this scent? It smells so wonderful!" and took another greedy inhale.

Black lines marred Penglai's forehead. What did these outer sect disciples mean by this? Was she that terrifying? Were her actions that horrifying? Her strength was merely a bit astonishing—did they have to accentuate her existence in such a manner?

Torrential rains battered Hongdu for days, causing rivers to overflow on all sides, wells to surge, and mountains to collapse. Floodwaters broke through, killing over a hundred people and injuring countless others. Temples, houses, and crops were all destroyed, leaving the disaster victims homeless and wandering.

The Seventeenth Prince had no desire to keep faking illness indefinitely, and thus he slowly began to display signs of recovery.

The headquarters of the Jesuits was not in China, yet their strategic layout and missionary work in the country were personally managed and controlled, never relaxing for a moment. However, this strategy suffered a crushing failure between the sixth and seventh years of Chongzhen's reign—namely, the Rebellion of Kong Youde.

The Axis of the Silver Dragon was precisely such a scroll radiating a purple-gold light. Its description was simple, but it contained a vast amount of information. To put it bluntly, it held the dwelling places of the majority of the silver dragons.

Huali felt as though she had dreamt a very long dream. In her dream, she was in a silent, desolate field, and the surroundings were dead quiet.

Even though it wasn't a genuine rebellion, as long as it could strike a blow against those who wished to target the General, these simple-minded farming youths were still willing to do their part. To put it simply, they depended on Zhang Shouren for their livelihood; even if it truly meant rebelling, they had no choice but to follow.

Once they arrived, I briefly reported the situation to them. Upon hearing it, Old Bai flew into an immediate rage and rushed forward to strike, but Master Tang hastily stopped him, saying we did not yet know the enemy's true strength and urging him not to be hasty.

"Understood, brother~ We'll be on our way then~" Following the words of the Soul-Extinguishing Saint, Soul-Breaking hurriedly nodded slightly toward her elder brother, the Soul-Extinguishing Saint.

A moment later, gasps of astonishment broke out among the crowd. Many people questioned Zhang Wei's actions, pondering why he had chosen to fold.

Therefore, upon learning about the Bay Area affairs, Xiang Xiulan immediately thought of this phenomenon. The Bay Area served as the prime example of such a situation, making it impossible for Xiang Xiulan not to attach great importance to it.

The agency industry was all about interpersonal networks and connections. The more brothers you had under your command, the greater your say within the company. And the best way to rally a group of subordinates was through promotions and raises.

"The treacherous Korean official Choe subdued him on Ganghwa Island. His Majesty believes that a subject oppressing his sovereign is the height of unfilial and lawless behavior, and therefore rescued him," Chen Guiyi smiled cunningly.

However, firearms required massive productive forces as backing. Putting aside the steel-making technology and other industries needed to manufacture modern and contemporary firearms and artillery, merely training a batch of officers equipped with the tactical mindset and skills to command firearm combat was something that could not be accomplished in a short time.

Such an obvious tactic of luring the tiger away from its mountain actually succeeded against them. Aside from two Fallen Shaman Witches who remained behind in the camp, the rest of the Fallen Shamans flew toward the four wraiths following a miserable shriek from Bishibosh.

"Damn it... This is all your damn fault. Didn't you say you wouldn't jump?" Dabiao glared fiercely at Zhang Gui.

"What did you say, Brother Xiaonan?" When Niangshang heard her Brother Xiaonan murmuring to himself once again, although she had not caught what he said, she was certain that something must be on his mind. Thus, Niangshang spoke up once more to Xiaonan before her.

Just as the Peony Immortal Emperor and the others heard Xiaonan's words and were about to put away the materials they had taken out for the second time—

Another second passed, and three berserk-class demon defensive mechas formed an impenetrable copper wall, launching a charge and recklessly smashing toward Nana.

He sprawled on the ground, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, before hastily scrambling back up and scratching his head in embarrassment. However, a flicker of doubt crossed his eyes. If his senses were correct regarding the sensation from his right foot just now, it seemed he really had kicked Zheng Zha.

With only a month's time, Zhang Yuan could not possibly conjure a powerful fleet out of thin air. Therefore, only this existing fleet could possibly help Zhang Yuan secure victory in the Sacred Decisive Battle.

Sister Mei naturally would not let slip any opportunity for gossip, immediately dragging her chair closer to Du Ruo.

"Don't flatter yourself. I'm going to tail Xu Rongyan, and you're coming with me." Without waiting for my consent, she grabbed my hand and pulled me out.

"Boss Zhou, you don't need to be so polite. Just order whatever drink you like!" I said in a rigid tone.

With so many people dying in the great war back then, countless talented individuals and terrifying powerhouses had undoubtedly fallen. Among all those people, Gu Xinghun refused to believe that no one possessed mysterious powers.

He was well aware that no matter how harsh Director Zhao's words had sounded during the previous board meeting, behind closed doors, the man had still helped him resolve quite a few troubles.

In truth, calling it sitting down was quite inaccurate; to be precise, he was sprawled out in a heap, while Wang San and Li Si stood behind him, serving snacks and pounding his legs.