Volume 1 Chapter 37: A Spatula in the Left Hand, a Cleaver in the Right

"Kill!" The sudden roar of battle cries shook the field. As if triggered by a signal, both camps launched a collective charge, closing the hundred-meter gap as the entire player force pressed forward.

"You're awake." Bao Bei suddenly found himself at a loss for words, realizing he had nothing left to say.

Lian Xieshan was not in the least bit annoyed; on the contrary, he wore a look of proud smugness. The sight made the people present feel as if they had swallowed a glowing green fly—it was nauseating.

She looked up at Fang Hao. The recessed ceiling lights cast a shadow across her forehead, obscuring her eyes, leaving Fang Hao unable to see if those large eyes were brimming with tears.

This sense of desolation did not stem solely from the landscape; more than that, it was an atmosphere permeating the entire Court City. This mood effectively colored everyone's state of mind, stirring a sorrow that rose from within.

The demon suddenly spoke, revealing the title above his head: Doug, Vice Commander of the Demon Legion.

The current strength of the Heaven and Earth Society, combining the headquarters and all local branches, had become far too formidable. This was especially true of the dozen or so recently established territories, which rivaled the third-tier towns of NPC factions; they were fortresses built on strategic war zones that left onlookers sighing in awe.

"Hmph! I just want to eat sushi, why do you care?" Lin Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes at Fang Hao, then opened her full, lush lips and shoved a piece of sushi into her mouth with a fierce expression, only to be choked into a fit of hiccups.

Li Lin spoke with a broad smile, though to Ryogi Ori, that smile looked more like a devil's grin.

"In terms of strategy alone, you do have some tricks, but compared to Prince Shou, your methods are ultimately beneath notice. As for you, wanting to eat swan meat like a toad, you aren't worthy!" Huang Yun spoke without a hint of mercy.

Lin Nan looked back, walked a few steps, and stooped down to pick up the wrist-cutting knife that the man in the coarse tunic had dropped on the deck. He took two steps toward Ge San, then suddenly stopped, paused in thought, and turned to walk into the cabin.

Upon hearing this, Feng Tun’s expression softened slightly. If this were the only reason, it was not a capital offense. He thought to himself that serving a monarch was like sleeping with a tiger; although the lord before him appeared as gentle as jade, one who could command such a massive force as the Heaven’s Punishment unit could hardly be devoid of a temper.

If, at the beginning, Hu Huaming had maintained a calm and composed demeanor—partly out of concern for how others perceived him as the military chief of staff and one of the leaders of this operation—his expression became increasingly uncontrolled as Hu Zhijun whispered his account in his ear.

Perhaps because they were preoccupied, Zhou Xun and the others, including Zhang Yanxi, could no longer focus their minds to appreciate the grandeur and uniqueness of this holy palace built atop the Divine Tree. They only knew that upon their arrival, they were first met by the many noble ministers who had long been waiting outside.

Seeing the growing number of Khitan soldiers, Yu Hengzi realized that the surprise attack had already failed. The most urgent priority was to find a way to break through the encirclement.

Abidis saw Locke’s words flash through her mind. Although she found it hard to believe that Light's Hope Chapel would be attacked, everything was unfolding exactly as Locke had prophesied.

It was not just the corpses of the Scourge who had long since fallen in battle, but also the Scourge soldiers crushed underfoot by Ragnaros. Wielding the Hammer of Ragnaros, he led the fire elementals in a final assault against the remnants of the Scourge.

At this moment, two more figures were trailing behind the Crusher, flickering constantly between locations as they "dug out" clumps of bloody, green-scaled zombie remains from the ground.

"There isn't much food left; I'm afraid we won't last three days!" The voice was filled with despair.

It was just that the weapon demanded much of its user—requiring strength, technique, and speed. Coupled with the changing times and the government's increasingly strict control over civilian weapons, such arms were quickly retired from service and became rarely seen.

Ding Feng stood high in the air, watching the spatial passage vanish completely. He felt no joy; his brows remained tightly furrowed, his heart racing, and his sense of foreboding grew ever stronger.

Although Huo Lei’s nerves were also pulled tight, Katherine’s words nearly made him laugh out loud.

This Liang Guang was quite a legendary figure. Disliking life at the academy, he preferred to roam about. At only thirty-six years of age, he had already reached his current realm, earning great fame within the academy and the reverence of many disciples.

A gust of hot air blew across Yue Chengfeng’s face, making the boy’s scalp tingle. When he looked up toward the source of the wind, he saw a pair of giant eyes glaring at him. In those pupils, he saw himself, stunned into a state of frozen, helpless terror.

"Are you trying to get me killed?" Qin Mu was speechless. This Sea of Demons was a place even a powerhouse at the Creation Realm would not dare to enter, let alone him.

Amod made a gesture, and one of the guards accompanying him walked directly up to her. Amod whispered something, and the guard nodded, performed a courtly bow, and retreated.

The bandits of Peach Blossom Mountain were like blind men in the vast, dense, and unfamiliar reed marshes. Unable to target the hidden ambush, they could only fire arrows blindly at the sounds, unaware that the boat had already passed.

The splashing rain could not even dampen the thin shirt the person wore. With a wave of her hand and a flutter of light sleeves, the falling raindrops suddenly swerved in mid-air, veering aside without a single drop clinging to her.

However, for Li Aichuan, although he had attended many such galas, he was completely ignorant of the basic etiquette involved. Thus, even after the waiter had passed by him three times with a tray of drinks, he treated the person as if they were merely passing by, paying them no mind at all.