Star City, Tiger Soul Headquarters.

Late at night.

The Lord of Mist stood on the top of the headquarters building, overlooking the bustling night view of Star City.

Five months have passed since he infiltrated the Night Shadow Clan.

During this period of time, he has been constantly fanning the flames of the relationship between the various factions of the Night Shadow Clan, and the internal conflicts have finally reached the point of a complete outbreak.

In particular, the faction where his new body is located can no longer tolerate the unbalanced development strategy of the current patriarch faction.

Tonight, they decided to unite with another faction to overthrow the ruling position of the current patriarch faction.

Thinking of the indignation of those guys in the meeting just now, the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up.

Emotions can be a sharp sword.

Especially the younger generation of the Night Shadow Clan, their emotions are extremely easy to be provoked.

They are also the main supporters of this action to overthrow the patriarch faction.

It is with their help that he can so easily and thoroughly divide the internal forces of the Night Shadow Clan.

Now the time is ripe, and whether the current patriarch faction can be overthrown depends on tonight.

And there is another important reason for choosing tonight.

Today is New Year's Eve, and all researchers have gone home to reunite. This is a rare day for the Tiger Soul Research Institute to have a day off.

If he doesn't take action today, it will inevitably attract the attention of Tiger Soul staff and researchers at other times.

Even the stationed defense forces.

What he wants is to destroy the Night Shadow Clan, not the entire Tiger Soul Research Institute.

After thinking for a long time, he took out his mobile phone and called Feng Qi.

After waiting for a moment, the call was connected.

"Aqi, wait for my good news."

After saying that, he hung up the phone without waiting for Feng Qi to reply.

Looking at the gorgeous fireworks blooming in the distance, he put the phone back into his pocket, took a deep breath, and turned to the stairs.

At this time, the Night Shadow Clan members who had been ready for action in the base had already started the action.

They quietly approached the room where the members of the clan leader's faction lived and launched an assassination operation.

Although it was an assassination, the collective action was very noisy.

The assassination soon attracted the attention of the members of the clan leader's faction, and they also launched a counterattack at this time.

While the residents of Xingcheng were immersed in the joy of the New Year, there was a bloody storm in the Tiger Soul Research Institute.

Figures kept falling in the battle.

During this period, many experimental instruments were destroyed in the battle.

But no one would pay attention to these at this time.

The brainwashing of the Lord of Mist was undoubtedly successful.

He chose to instigate from the perspective of the weak faction, which led to the anger in the hearts of a large number of members who had the same idea but did not dare to take this step.

When the anger was completely ignited, it needed an outlet.

The two angry weak factions united together and swung the butcher knife at the current ruling faction of the Night Shadow Clan.

At this time, while all the members of the weak faction were slaughtering their own kind, they imagined in their minds the beautiful future after successfully overthrowing the current ruler as described by the Lord of Mist.

The most brutal area of ​​the battle was in the core area of ​​the Tiger Soul Research Institute base.

This is a small internal square, which is also the location of the Tiger Soul Research Institute database.

The members of the clan leader faction of the Night Shadow Clan also live in the core area.

At this time, the figure of the Lord of Mist also appeared in the core area of ​​the Tiger Soul.

Seeing his arrival, the faces of the younger generation of the Night Shadow Clan showed a hint of fanaticism.

They have long been resentful of the current situation.

But the older generation has never dared to take the step of resistance.

It was the appearance of the Lord of Mist that brought them together completely, and they chose to fight and create the fair system they wanted.

"Kill!" The Lord of Mist shouted at this time, and rushed forward.

The followers gathered behind him and followed him to swing the butcher knife at the members of the clan leader's faction.

Green blood flowed on the black special metal floor.

In the perception of the Lord of Mist.

One after another, gorgeous fireworks bloomed around him, also foreshadowing the withering of lives.

In his opinion, this was far more gorgeous and bright than the fireworks blooming in Star City now.

The fragrance that filled his nose made him intoxicated.

The killing continued, and the battle became more and more tragic.

The members of the faction where the Night Shadow clan leader belonged were indeed at a clear disadvantage in terms of numbers. But after so many years of resource irrigation, the strength of this faction has surpassed the other two factions.

From the initial surprise and disadvantage.

They also gradually launched a counterattack.

The Lord of Mist didn't care which faction would win the final victory.

What he wanted most was that both factions would be defeated in this battle.

In this way, he could easily control the entire Hupo Research Institute without any effort, and his promotion plan of "Blood Sacrifice" would also be launched.

The killing continued, and the withering of life was only a moment.

But in the eyes of the Lord of Mist, the road to the top was accompanied by death.

This difficult road ahead will also be made of countless flesh and blood, and corpses.

The dead Night Shadow people are just stepping stones on his way to the top.

...

On the other side.

After a day of magic testing experiments, Feng Qi walked towards the gate of the branch base with his backpack on his back.

Just now, he received a call from the Lord of Mist.

He realized that the Lord of Mist had already launched a plan to seize power.

But he had no intention of going to help.

He believed that with the ability of the Lord of Mist, even if the plan failed in the end, he would be able to retreat unscathed. If

he went there now, he would not only fail to help the Lord of Mist, but would become a burden.

After all, the Lord of Mist was carrying out the action as a member of the Night Shadow Clan, and his appearance would only put the Lord of Mist in a passive position.

Thinking about his worries, he walked out of the base gate.

It was snowing heavily outside.

Looking back, the lights in the base building that were originally brightly lit were going out one by one.

This is a rare day for all the staff and researchers of the Tiger Soul Research Institute to take a holiday.

On this day, they will return to their families and reunite briefly.

Exhaling a cloud of white mist, he turned his head and looked at Lin Ran who was following behind him:

"Is it still in time to go home?"

"It's in time, there is a Tiger Soul special plane waiting for me at the airport." Lin Ran smiled and nodded, and then continued:

"Brother Qi, do you want to go to my house for the New Year?"

"No, I haven't been home for a long time, I plan to go back and take a look."

Hearing Feng Qi's refusal, Lin Ran opened his mouth, but didn't say anything else.

At this time, a military vehicle drove out of the base and came to Lin Ran.

"Brother Qi, see you after the New Year."

"Happy New Year." Feng Qi smiled and nodded.

"Happy New Year."

After Lin Ran got on the bus, he watched the military vehicle carrying Lin Ran go away.

Compared with Lin Ran who had a special car and a special plane to pick him up, he, as a tester, obviously did not have such treatment.

Rubbing his hands, he walked towards the east of the city in the heavy snow.

The branch base of Hupo Research Institute was not built in a deserted suburb. After walking for an hour, passers-by appeared in his sight.

Looking at the passers-by with smiles on their faces and immersed in the atmosphere of the New Year, he felt a little lonely deep in his heart.

After waiting for a long time at the bus stop, the maglev driverless bus slowly stopped in front of him.

After getting on the bus, the induction door closed automatically. He

came to the window seat and sat down. At this time, the vehicle started and drove forward.

Looking at the red festive decorations outside the window, for some reason, a sense of loneliness surged.

But the determination in his heart also became more and more firm with the surge of emotions.

The maglev train was moving very fast and stopped at the East District Station of Xingcheng two hours later.

After getting off the train, the platform was empty.

Following the route in his memory, he walked step by step towards his home, which he had not returned to for many years.

After walking along the street for a while, when he walked into the community where his hometown was located, the scene in front of him made him feel very unfamiliar.

He remembered that there was an old locust tree planted in front of him, but now it has become a green plantation, and even the stairs in the community have been renovated and rebuilt.

Walking up the stairs, he heard the laughter and childish joy of neighbors.

Everything here made him feel both strange and familiar.

Finally, he stood in front of the door of his home that had not been opened for a long time.

According to his memory, he reached out to the gap next to the door and took out a key from it.

After opening the door, a smell of rotten wood hit him.

Walking into the house and closing the door, he reached out and pressed the light switch on the wall next to him.

The light flickered, illuminating the scene inside the house.

After many years of unmaintained, the house was now covered with dust and cobwebs.

But the scene in front of him still reminded him of his childhood.

The scratches carved on the left wall recorded his growth. The doll placed in the right corner of the room was his favorite toy in childhood. The cartoon drawings on the wall were marked with the pronunciation chart when he first learned to speak.

But now the drawings have turned yellow and the handwriting has become blurred.

Turning his head to the left, there was a pile of children's story books.

He still remembers many of the stories in them. When the monthly magazines were delivered, he was most excited.

This meant that he had new stories to listen to.

At this time, his eyes swept over the photo frame placed on the cabinet.

When he came to the cabinet, he reached out and picked up the photo frame and wiped off the dust on it.

The photo was a family photo.

This was taken before his parents set foot on the front line. He was only six years old at that time.

In the photo, he held his parents' hands and smiled at the camera. The faces of his parents standing on both sides were full of pampering.

Looking at the photo, memories surged in his mind.

The blurred figures of his parents became clear at this time.

He used to not understand why his parents abandoned him and went to the front line.

But as he grew older, he gradually figured out the deep meaning.

Before he left, his father rubbed his head and said,

"If we don't work hard, a heavier burden will fall on your generation. Don't think your parents are cruel..."

Giving up one's own family for the sake of justice is not just for the sake of justice, but also for the future of one's own family.

Without a country, there is no home. This sentence can also be described in this era.

Without human civilization, there is no future for individuals.

The sacrifices of the older generation are for the better growth of the new generation.

If it weren't for their fighting, perhaps humans would not even be able to keep the five major cities, and everyone would be a scavenger.

At this moment, he deeply understood the mood of his parents at that time.

Not only for justice, but also for the sake of the small family in his heart.

After wiping the photo frame clean, he put it back on the cabinet.

Looking around, he decided to clean up here.

An hour later, looking at the completely tidy room, Feng Qi smiled.

He had not been back to this home for many years.

Seeing the things reminded him of his past, everything here made him feel nostalgic and heartbroken.

But now he was completely relieved.

He understood his parents' choice, and he did not disappoint them or himself. He

moved a chair to the balcony and sat down. He looked up at the fireworks blooming outside.

Listening to the childish laughter of the children next door, a long-lost smile appeared on his face.

...

Tiger Soul Research Institute.

The fierce battle continued.

The three factions of the Night Shadow Clan were already killing each other.

Such a tragic scene frightened the older generation of the Night Shadow Clan.

They felt that if they continued to fight like this, the Night Shadow Clan would suffer a heavy blow, and the situation had completely exceeded their expectations.

In the original plan, they just wanted to defeat the members of the clan leader faction, overthrow the old system and create a new system of fair distribution. They

did not want to kill all the current members of the clan leader faction.

In the end, they would give the current members of the clan leader faction a glimmer of hope, and then work together to manage the future of the Night Shadow Clan. After all,

they were all members of the Night Shadow Clan.

In the domain world where thousands of races stand side by side, the Night Shadow Clan, like other races, regards the clan as a country.

And they are all part of the Night Shadow Country.

Even if the current conflict must be resolved by force, there will be a chance to turn around in the end.

They are different from the new generation.

Having experienced a period of resource scarcity, they clearly know that in order to keep everything they have, they must ensure the overall strength of the entire clan.

But the ideas of the new generation are obviously different from theirs.

Their radical behavior has turned the imagined struggle into a brutal fight.

Until now, the war situation has been irreversible.

The members of the three factions all have relatives who died in this battle, and it is impossible to stop at this time.

Hatred has aggravated the conflict.

The older generation of the Night Shadow Clan is completely helpless at this time.

At this time, the only choice they can make is to continue to make mistakes.

The situation has come to this point, and only by completely exterminating the clan leader's lineage can the future development of the Night Shadow Clan not be affected.

Looking at the figures falling one after another around him, the Lord of the Mist had no fluctuations in his heart.

He turned into the god of death and wandered on the battlefield.

There were more and more scars on his body, but he didn't care.

This new body was originally a tool for him to destroy the Night Shadow Clan, and its mission was almost over.

After this battle, it didn't matter if it was destroyed.

He would have a brand new body in the future.

That body was the most important cornerstone for him to reach the top.

Relying on the influence of that body, the plan that he had buried in his heart for a long time could be launched.

Finally, three hours later, looking at the messy Tiger Soul Core Area, he couldn't help laughing.

Amid the horrified eyes around him, gray mist gushed out of his body, and in the blink of an eye, a sea of ​​gray mist formed.

The misty face appeared at this time, looking at the exhausted Night Shadow Clan members as if they were ants.

A new round of killing began.

...

At 11:55 p.m.

Dragging his broken and heavy body, the Lord of the Mist walked along the stairs leading to the top floor step by step to the rooftop.

When he reached the edge of the rooftop, he climbed up the edge wall.

Standing above and overlooking the night view of Star City, he felt happy.

He will start from the Tiger Soul Research Institute and climb to the top step by step.

At this time, the early morning bell rang over Star City.

Physically and mentally exhausted, he jumped off the wall, leaned on the edge of the wall to catch his breath for a while, and then took out his mobile phone.

He opened the contact list and dialed a number on it.

After waiting for a while, the call was connected.

The Lord of the Mist smiled on his blood-stained face:

"Aqi, Happy New Year, I succeeded."