Chapter 83: Bestiary of Demonic Beasts (Fifth Update)

In midair, a brick flew across more than ten meters in an instant, striking the White-Haired Wolf King squarely on the head.

Bang!

The Wolf King seemed to stiffen completely, frozen on the spot.

Shen He strode forward in great bounds, an alloy longsword appearing in his hand as if by magic, and drove it in a sudden, slanting thrust.

The sword pierced through the back of the head and emerged from the mouth.

A single, lethal blow!

[Ding! Congratulations, player, for slaying the Tier-Four Mutant Wolf King. Free Attribute Points +5]

I hardly dare to describe their appearances; just the sight of them fills one with a shudder, even to the point of feeling an urge to leap from a building.

Cape of the Sea: But, according to my cousin, the Japanese civil service is extremely strict. He had a civil servant friend who gave him a box of cookies—someone found out and reported it, and the friend was not only docked pay but also demoted. Tell me, isn’t that harsh?

“I think... he should be nearby... and he is the main target.” You smiled like a child, as if she already knew everything about such matters.

When it comes to direct combat prowess, the Reconnaissance Company truly wasn’t a match for the elite First Special Company. Yet under Zhu Jin’s leadership, the Reconnaissance Company never confronted their enemies in the upright, honorable fashion of a combat unit.

First to be dealt with was their own sect’s Red-Bearded Daoist, who was mercilessly slain by Miaoyu, with not a shred of past affection spared.

At this moment, with a piercing gaze sweeping over everyone present, Makoto Shinmoto immediately stepped forward and gave a formal introduction.

To pass from one world into another is no simple feat. If the human realm is one world and the Second World another, then the river between them is the link binding the two worlds together.

And this child before me—could he be, as the legends say, the next Guardian of the Galaxy?

Arriving at the plaza, I saw thirty-six great cauldrons, each emitting an unbelievably soothing fragrance. Milky-white soup roiled inside, and the meat within gleamed with crystalline translucence.

Dozens of weak ones, those who failed to escape, were struck by the fiery whip and instantly turned to black ash.

Perhaps he had grown too used to being arrogant and domineering, never imagining he would one day meet his match. Even now, he was still lost in his own dreams, plotting how to snatch Zhang Xueling away.

As soon as the jewelry was released, it sparked heated debate in the world of gemstones—for the name, which didn’t sound particularly appealing, the precious diamonds used in the bracelet named after it, and the masterful craftsmanship of the top inlay artist.

The police didn’t allow any argument; with a click, they snapped handcuffs onto Zhang Jiaze’s wrists. Then two officers had him identify the “crime scene” and took photographs of the identification.

Each word was like a knife, tearing into his heart, and even his body felt as though it were being ripped apart.

“Ha! Ning Shuiyue, have you always been this shameless before me?” A trip to Hehai had finally made her see that, apart from herself, no one could enter the deeply hidden recesses of his heart.

Shiyao turned to look at Baili Ziqian beside her; whether the poison in his body could be cured, he knew the answer all too well.

With the recording in hand, Zhang Jiaze hurriedly slipped on his shoes, ready to leave, but was stopped by Song Yazhu.

Yuan Shao’s proposal won the approval of most court officials. Emperor Ling of Han also looked favorably upon Yuan Shao and finally agreed to his words, ordering his men to deliver the imperial decree to Youzhou. As for Zhao Yi’s request to borrow grain from Jizhou, the court also approved without objection.

Strangely, though he no longer loved Yingyue, and that space in his heart reserved for feelings was already filled with Wanxi, seeing her so wan and haggard still brought him deep pain.

“Bah! If I could converse with the heavens, I’d have ascended long ago—why would I still be here wasting time with you?” The Lion-Tiger Beast rolled its eyes.

Over a thousand undead corpses lay scattered across the battlefield. The sun had yet to rise, and the cold, mist-shrouded outskirts of Sistine limited visibility to less than a hundred meters.