Chapter 58: Welcoming a Fine Son

At this moment, Liu Yun was no longer clad in his usual blue robes, but wore armor of black and gold forged from mysterious iron. Tucked under his left arm was a helmet, his right hand gripped a long halberd, and a sword hung from his waist.

Perhaps it was the meaning and weight of those four words that mattered so much, so heavily in his heart.

The person who had been following them all along began to act strangely, still relying on their supernatural abilities to keep up.

In many countries, the people clamored for Da Bai Medical Technology Company to join the United Nations. Yet the UN was still in deliberation, hesitant to make a final decision.

Several temple masters used the art of transmitting voices across great distances to convey the gods’ refusal to participate in the war to the Twelve Sorcerers.

As the new army reeled in shock on the training grounds, a troop of elite cavalry, fully encased in iron armor, appeared before them.

“Your Highness, Prince of Faith, what are your thoughts on forming an organization to oppose the Hundred Schools?” Meng Yi suddenly inquired.

“Let’s go, the banquet is about to begin. We should hurry!” This banquet was hosted by Edmund, under the title of Earl Fugen XII; many would be in attendance.

It was said that yesterday afternoon, the envoy from Wa Kingdom visited the Taiji Palace to pay respects to Empress Wu, presenting gifts from their queen.

Every blade of grass and leaf, once seen in dreams—within a man’s heart dwell both an army of millions and pastoral idylls.

These vampires were unlike the thralls he’d slain before; vampire thralls, to vampires, were as skeletons are to necromancers—utterly expendable, easily produced.

The Baltic Empire’s combination of hard and soft tactics had worked well in the United Kingdom, but in the Attila Empire they encountered difficulties, failing to achieve notable results, for from the outset there was no trust among Attila’s people.

“I want to file a complaint! I never called for room service! Cough, cough!” The voice of the thin man shrieked from within the door.

Concern over the outbreak of a global nuclear war meant that whenever conflict arose, nuclear nations—especially the great powers—would not lightly use such weapons. Even when disputes between other nations threatened to trigger nuclear war, all nuclear-armed countries would opt for active mediation rather than standing idly by.

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Now things were different. Six or seven hundred coins were mere pocket change compared to what he’d earned these past two days, and for once he intended to be generous, planning to improve his family’s meals.

The ceramic plates in the bulletproof vest stopped two deadly bullets for the unlucky fellow. Yet the impact delivered a fierce blow to his ribs and internal organs, leaving him gasping for air.

Upland, a land teeming with undead, could easily become the arena of death. Under the control of mortality, the undead were wholly transformed into soldiers of the Baltic Empire.

Kane, at the very center of the phalanx, coordinated the warriors, using words to ease their tension. Though they had drilled this tactic countless times in Jutland, this was their first real battle, and their opponent was a Westlander of formidable strength.

She could not tell Fei Junshuai her true intentions. If she did, she knew his character would never allow him to leave.

“Damn! That’s so damn cunning!” Soaring Nine Thousand Miles cursed in anger. As for the rest of Dongxuan, they were long gone. Only Liu Feng and Soaring Nine Thousand Miles remained to participate, along with the missing Huang Jun.

“Commander Ji Sun of the Light and Shadow Army greets Master An!” Ji Sun bowed in respect. An Fu, anxious, peered behind Ji Sun, but saw no Light and Shadow soldiers. “Ji Sun, where is the army?” Ji Sun turned and, raising his hand, cast a spell. Ten thousand Light and Shadow troops emerged from the darkness.

If one had truly met her, it would be unforgettable, for a beauty leaves a lasting impression.

“Xiao, are you a special ability user?” Zhou Zetian didn’t answer directly, but asked this instead.

Mr. Ning, worldly and experienced, had encountered all sorts in business; what visage had he not seen?

Jian Han, carrying her empty bowl downstairs after finishing her meal, saw Jin Sicheng lounging on the sofa, watching television. His tall frame leaned lazily against the cushions.

“How could I ever not want you? You’re my greatest favorite.” Liang Jingrui’s gentle words were intoxicating; even Qiao Yu, sitting nearby, couldn’t help but be entranced.

What pained Qiao Yu even more was that Liang Jingrui’s hand, placed nearby, seemed to protect Gong Ting, guarding her from falling.

Zhu Qiushan frowned upon hearing this, thinking: What a brute, no subtlety at all. If not forced by circumstances, I wouldn’t associate with such a barbarian, lest I tarnish my own standing.

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The statue’s form was ancient and majestic, embodying the mythical dragon. Its long body was mostly hidden within the clouds, its neck covered in python-like green scales. The enormous dragon head exuded awe, its gaze commanding, almost alive.

“No, I’m not upset,” Yinzhen replied coldly, though his tone was anything but pleased.

When she arrived, her home was as always—empty, desolate, everything clean and simple.

Yet Gao Ke and his companions cared nothing for the symbolism; they simply wanted to know what Cleopatra VII truly looked like, so they continued reading.

Thunder was at a loss as her tears streamed like rain, and when he saw her trembling, he asked gently, “What’s wrong?” but received no answer.

Lin Guozi rolled his eyes and sat at the computer. He was in the midst of a heated game, only for his mother to enter and disrupt him.

Meng Fei took the paper and read it carefully. “Just for this?” The newspaper slipped to the floor, and Meng Fei collapsed onto the sofa, laughing at himself. His self-mocking laughter only made Lin Guozi more annoyed.

Upon seeing this, Feng Qian was surprised, yet also relieved. Fortunately, the Gate of Gods had no mythic masters. Though he was powerful, compared to a true mythic master, he couldn’t be sure of victory.

Seeing the situation, Feng Qian immediately leapt forward, blocking Sun Bingyu’s path and preventing her from assisting He Bing.

The two from the Thunderlight clan said nothing, but their eyes flashed coldly as they struck directly at Du Honghai.

The outstandingly poised companions were straightforward, neither engaging in idle chatter nor acting cool—responding directly and concisely.