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Sevich flipped through two pages, closed his notebook and passed it to the next person. He looked up at the profiteer, his eyes curious as if he wanted to peel him apart and study him carefully to see what was hidden inside.

"Name your price."

The person who took the notebook opened the first page and widened his eyes in shock. He silently turned two pages and handed the closed notebook to the next person with a complicated expression. The same expression appeared on everyone's face, like a spreading virus.

When the last person finished reading, everyone was convinced by Sevich's overly straightforward attitude. One of them couldn't help but ask, "Where did you get this information? It's like you went in and took a look around yourself."

"This is a trade secret. I can deliver whatever you need. The price is fair and the quality is excellent."

The profiteer said a few words vaguely. But he just went in and took a look around. This is all the information about the Kingdom of God that Orelius knew before he lost contact.

The profiteer smiled and vaguely passed by, presenting a list of materials and items. His extremely demanding requirements made the major families frown slightly. This was definitely not the knowledge and vision that ordinary people would have. Many of the items were even their family's unique collections.

The strange thing is that the lists submitted by unscrupulous businessmen are varied, but none of them is beyond their ability and they are exactly on the bottom line of paying money.

All the families discussed and decided to pay together and share information. The profiteer made a lot of money and established good business relationships with everyone.

Sevich was particularly interested in him and even made an appointment to visit him privately later.

It took two days for the bloodline members to arrive one after another. During the two days of waiting, the defense lines of each family were set up. The border gradually became a bloody meat grinder, and no one would retreat here.

The new war was finally ignited by the Kingdom of God. When another plenary meeting was held, there was a knock on the door, and the messenger rushed in: "My Lords, there is new information on the battlefield, and a new monster has appeared!"

He showed the recorded video. It was a huge worm, with a seemingly soft and impervious skin, which was continuously laying eggs under the protection of a group of silver worms.

The new eggs quickly hatched into larvae that fell to the ground, gurgling up the melted silver on the ground. In just a dozen seconds, they turned into new adults and joined the battle.

Sevich frowned slightly. "This monster has a higher degree of freedom and can support the battlefield at any time. We must kill it first."

Fortunately, it seems that it took some effort for the other party to create this monster, and this is the only one I have seen so far.

Even this one thing was enough to make the silver-haired young man stunned.

Others can't see it, so how come he doesn't know what it is?

Isn't this the S-rank queen that Oleus killed? Even the colony structure and reproduction method are exactly the same, how could it appear here?

This could not be a coincidence, the only answer was obvious: the other party had captured Aurelius and done something to him.

The danger of [Mother of Ten Thousand Stones] was at its highest at this moment. This was no longer a war of attrition that could be gradually reduced. He did not want to face a god who was absorbing the power of Oreus!

Facing the monsters' attacks, humans quickly formulated a strategy. Using human lives to fight against the resurrected Mithril creatures was undoubtedly the lowest method. The supporters who arrived on the last day entered the scene and brought an invincible army.

It is a gift from the era before the black fog, the origin of the mechanical disaster, and the pinnacle of civilization. A huge dark cloud loomed over the heads of both parties, making people look up subconsciously and gasp for air.

Where is the spaceship then?

That's totally an aerial aircraft carrier!

The sturdy ships made of metal are not afraid of high-altitude storms, and the sufficient power provided by the magic pattern is enough to crush all obstacles. There are many species of mithril monsters that can fly, but they appear as small as insects in front of the huge warships.

"Everyone retreat, the Mechanical City is entering."

Sevich issued an order. Brain waves spread out in circles with him as the center. The nearest messenger received it and passed it on to the lower brainworm bloodline. The commander-in-chief of each unit received it and passed it on to the adjutant, the captain, the squad leader...

In the blink of an eye, a huge brainwave network was established on the battlefield. No language communication was needed, and all plans were transmitted.

A local bloodline who had been fighting here for a long time took a breath, and before he could wipe the blood and sweat off his face, the brain worm bloodline beside him said, "Retreat."

He was a little surprised: "Retreat now? We haven't lost yet."

"Don't waste your time."

In just a few words, the other party had packed up all the equipment and looked at him expressionlessly. The local bloodline member swore that he saw mockery in the other party's eyes. The elder in the same team had just bandaged the wound on his thigh and patted his shoulder with a smile when he heard his words.

"Don't worry about it, that's just how this guy is, they only care about efficiency. Let's go, there must be a new plan from the top."

When the last living bloodline evacuated the battlefield, the silver-white waves completely occupied the view. They were like molten lava gushing out from the depths of the earth, swallowing everything unstoppably.

Sevitch stood at the front of the battle line in uniform. The digital brainworm bloodline on the Mechanical City battleship transmitted all the scenes he saw to him, forming a clear three-dimensional picture in his mind.

He gave the order expressionlessly: "The first round of cleaning of the Mechanical City begins."

The iron plate on the bottom of the ship opened, revealing densely packed gun muzzles with shining magic patterns on them. The gradually filling light gathered in the pitch-black muzzles and shot out with a bang under the gaze of everyone!

"Bang——"

With earth-shaking vibrations and waves, the mighty heavy artillery hit the ground. Countless silver-white creatures were melted directly in the light. Thirty-two heavy artillery barrels swept the ground in three rounds. Ordinary people in the town stood unsteadily and looked up at the battlefield in awe.

The smoke was rolling, and the ground was so clean that it was almost eerie. Silver-white liquid gathered into streams, and no living creatures were seen. The bottom plate of the armor slowly retracted, and countless small robots flew out from the deck, carefully collecting the liquid on the ground.

The crowd cheered enthusiastically, and Mason was shocked out of his Canaan mode, his eyes widened in a rare moment of disobedience. He couldn't even find the words to describe his shock at the moment.

Until Arnold's lips moved and he murmured: "One sixth of Partington's annual tax revenue is gone."

Mason heard this: "......"

He instantly sobered up from the frenzied atmosphere.

The priests in charge of purification came out, chanting prayers and casting soft light from their hands. After leaving the holy city, the golden threads connected to these people became invisible. But after receiving it, Canaan could still clearly feel that they were responding.

The enemy quickly organized a counterattack, and the flying monsters turned to target the robots. Their sharp beaks pierced through the iron sheet, and scraps fell from the sky like rain.

Groups of monsters are coming from the mines to the battlefield, and waves of monsters are surging in the distance. Facing these monsters who have no fear of life and death, firepower clearing is just an appetizer.

The battleship returned, and large ground and air-based mechanical beasts appeared, closely followed by the low- and medium-level bloodline legions. The brainworm bloodline exchanged information with each other, and scattered teams inserted into the enemy under the cover of the mechanical beasts, and the real showdown began.

It was at this moment that great energy spread throughout the entire battlefield. As the translucent flower vines grew rapidly, butterflies flying high in the sky sprinkled countless light powders and landed on the ground gracefully.

The silvery white ground began to melt, revealing the dark brown soil underneath. All the Mythril creatures that were touched trembled and melted. The flowing liquid lost its original corrosiveness and soon solidified into a ball.

The young man raised his hands, and his pupils lit up with a strange light. The golden threads on all the believers present echoed with it, further expanding the coverage of [Heaven].

The [Mother of Ten Thousand Stones] in the Kingdom of God suddenly opened her eyes.

"The breath of a god...? More than one, this smell..."

This smell awakened some memories of the past. He stood up, his divine power spread, and his voice was extremely cold.

"Find the source and kill him."

How many gods have revived in this era? [Mother of Ten Thousand Stones] doesn't know. Since the other party has come to her, she will never give in.

"So what if he is a true god? I am the master here!"

A murderous intent flashed in her beautiful eyes, and the entire kingdom of God was shaken.

The boundless realm was still expanding. Those who were in it felt extremely refreshed, and all the wounds and pollution on their bodies were cleared. Pollution rushed in and poured into the body of the silver-haired young man. The flesh greedily devoured it completely. After clearing an area, Canaan deliberately stayed there for a while before moving on to the next area.

Wherever it goes, flowers bloom and pollution disappears.

Tens of thousands of people threw themselves in praise and prostrated themselves as his subjects.

The voice of faith continued, and when Canaan came back from the book, the wounds on his body had healed. But at this moment, the places where the marks were located began to ache again, as if reminding him that there was a natural enemy here.

The silver-haired young man remained calm as he walked around the battlefield for a full circle before returning to the camp. All the bloodlines of the major families had already left the battlefield. Only Sevich, who was the center of the scene, stayed in the command room and said without turning his head, "We are ready."

Canaan gathered his strength and said, "I'll leave it to you guys from now on."

"Then I'll have to trouble Mr. Swindler."

The black-robed businessman sitting in the corner waved his hands and said, "Since the deal has been concluded, there won't be any problem."

He threw a teleportation object for escape to the other party, and white bandages emerged densely, plundering all the energy from the silver-haired young man. The gray-eyed brain worm took out seven or eight sealed objects and handed them to Canaan.

"We have temporarily sealed the side effects of these seals, especially this cloak, which can cover up energy fluctuations. Do not take it off in the Kingdom of God."

The side effects of sealing are naturally very costly, and if you are unlucky, the seal will be directly destroyed. The fact that these items were produced in such a short time is enough to show the rich foundation of each family.

Canaan took them all and put them away. He then put on the bloodstained cloak, took out the pendant that the profiteer had given him, crushed it, and disappeared in a stream of light.

The bandage in the air fell back onto the profiteer, continuously emitting the energy just absorbed, creating the illusion that the owner was still in the camp.

"How long does the energy last?" Sevich asked.

"Four hours. We'd better finish the first battle within this time, otherwise it will arouse the enemy's suspicion."

"Don't worry about it."

The gray-eyed worm-blooded one spoke in a calm tone.

"A bunch of stupid dead things. Two hours is enough."