"Professionals who embark on the path to gold possess extraordinary skills, and their rise will elevate a city to new heights."

"According to the classification of the Nordic countries, Titan City has been promoted to the Marquis level, which is comparable to the status of a marquis in various countries, and is above many powers in the North."

Khrushchev pondered, glancing back at the increasingly prosperous city, a smile spreading across his face.

The trip to the wasteland left everyone with a deep impression of the city lord's combat prowess, not to mention Khrushchev, who served him.

At this moment, he didn't want to delve into Xiao Han's background. The other party had reached the Gold rank, was a Sage, and held the highest authority in the entire city, making him worthy of his loyalty.

Following a lord with a bright future, who values ​​talent and takes care of his subordinates, was such good fortune that Khrushchev couldn't help but smile.

Young and talented but unappreciated, he finally rose to a high position in the Gubang family, but due to his family lineage, he was always unable to take on important responsibilities. At this time, he suddenly met a wise leader, which gradually rekindled his passion in his old and frail body.

He's not old yet; his blood is still flowing, and he could tear tigers and leopards apart with his bare hands. To prove he's still vigorous despite his age, he'll have his beloved concubine serve him tonight...

"rustle!"

A faint sound was carried on the cold wind. Khrushchev reacted quickly, looking out of the city with narrowed eyes and a sharp glint in them.

On the desolate grasslands, a fully armed cavalry force emerged three kilometers away from Titan City and slowly advanced towards it.

Thieves raiding in the winter?

Hruf pursed his lips, raised a telescope to his eyes, activated the magic runes of the [Eye of Truth], and aimed at the group of thieves.

The thieves were emaciated, dressed in simple leather armor, carrying wooden spears, wearing rusty knight's swords, and riding somewhat thin horses.

What caught Khrushchev's attention was a trace of blood on their equipment. Although it had been carefully wiped clean, the sudden drop in temperature left frozen bloodstains on the leather armor, clearly indicating that a killing had taken place.

Led by a knight commander, the cavalry, suspected to be thieves, headed towards Titan City. Khruf, who was used to scheming against others, instantly understood what these thieves were up to.

Are they planning to attack the city?!

Where do you get your confidence to challenge a force with a Gold-rank expert in charge?

Of course, after a moment of contemplation, he realized the deeper reason.

Titan City suffered a devastating blow from the demons, and information about its "significantly weakened strength" may have spread. These thieves might also have been sent by other forces to probe the city.

"Wait, these people!"

Suddenly, Hruuf's pupils contracted, and his gaze became fixed on the knights who had stepped into the Titan City's perimeter.

Their disheveled figures and crude equipment were striking, but what stood out was the flag that had been raised amidst them. A golden giant lizard was breathing fire and roaring, leaving Hruuf bewildered.

Isn't this the same knightly force that was previously swept across the battlefield?

No wonder it gave him a vague sense of familiarity; he had miraculously survived being submerged in the icy tide.

Or perhaps, they are just mindless zombies following their instincts.

"We must inform the city lord... The visitor is hostile."

Khrush stared in disbelief at the dead men, muttering to himself as he pulled out a magical letter. With a few swift strokes of his quill, it transformed into a paper crane and flew away.

At the same time, he summoned a group of mages who were building city walls and inscribing magical runes outside, holding several magic scrolls containing fireball spells in his palm.

I'm getting old, my hands shake, I'm a little scared...

...

"call!"

Inside the training room, where flames surged, fire serpents darted about, their wings flapping to unleash bursts of lightning as they instantly teleported several meters away.

The Flame Serpent is originally a phantom of snake wings, but after being imbued with the attribute of lightning, it possesses a brief burst of power.

In the void, blazing flames condensed into a three-meter-long spear, with a pair of lightning-flame wings wrapped around its sharp tip. Once activated, the wings would accelerate through rotation, allowing it to pierce through any path and greatly increasing its armor-piercing rate.

In the middle, spiderweb-like chains spread out, covering the entire city and providing abundant heat. A black fox youth sat cross-legged on a magic circle, his black hair cascading down to his waist, his skin radiant and translucent, covered in a layer of crimson battle armor, as if cast from crimson divine gold, flowing with streaks of crimson light.

Above, two extremely conspicuous crimson runes rose up, transforming into blazing suns with rolling heat waves. Like a waterfall, they poured down an essence refined by demonic flames, irrigating Xiao Han's entire body, shimmering within his flesh and blood. Around him, illusory molten lava surged, tempering the foundation of others and transforming it into one's own spirit.

The journey through the wasteland began with a fierce battle against several powerful figures from the Dark Moon Forest, followed by the annihilation of the wasteland's lords. The lives of at least three thousand people, refined by the demonic flames, were incredibly rich!

However, the underlying strength beneath the silver hue had little effect on the Demon King, but the potential awakeners, with their most mature essence, brought him a pleasant surprise.

"As expected, before reaching the ninth level of Silver, without a quick way to gain experience points, it's too difficult for the Demon King's physique to reach its limit."

Xiao Han slightly opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as a sword. Like a sword dragon, he darted out and tore through the sea of ​​fire. The playful two-winged fire snakes were accidentally struck and mostly disintegrated. Immediately, a new sword mark was left on the stone wall.

The transmission of the lightning and flame attributes also allowed the sword energy of Flame Fang to be refined into the twin pupils.

Even those who have entered the Bronze rank and become official professionals are so powerful that anyone they glare at dies; they simply cannot withstand the domineering power of this demon king.

"It is strong, but the most fundamental factor is the hidden potential of the Demon King."

"If an ordinary person is likened to a bowl, then I am like a wooden tub for taking a bath. We have the same markings, but the amount of water we can hold is not even in the same league."

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