Lin Tang had not only harvested nurous Spirit Crystals left by the Evil Gods, which could nourish his Nascent Soul Stage in the future, but Perod and the others had also left behind various treasures granted by their masters upon death. While Lin Tang couldn't use these items directly, he could extract their materials. He discovered that so of these treasures were actually Magic Artifacts used by cultivators, which had been modified by the Evil Gods and passed off as their own Divine Artifacts. Isn't that pure nonsense?
It seems that during the Ancient Tis, when cultivators fell one after another, these so-called Evil Gods played the role of plunderers! And under their influence, all cultivators are viewed as demons by fools like Ning Yuexi. It's a classic case of stigmatization!
Cultivators could be good or bad. Yet, the mont Heavenly Person Academy heard Long Tianji was a cultivator, they imdiately labeled him a demon. Isn't that stigmatizing the entire group?
Hmph, sooner or later, I will clear the na of all cultivators, send you Evil God leeches to your deaths, and expose your truly evil nature to the world! Lin Tang thought, then set about quickly repairing the partially collapsed fortress wall.
"Huangfu Zhan!"
"Your subordinate is here!"
"Compile a list of all the scoundrels who betrayed and insulted earlier. Deal with them according to the rules of the Martial Alliance!"
"Yes!"
Amidst a chorus of wails, the traitors cried out, "Ah! Heavenly King Long, spare us…"
"We didn't know it was you…"
Lin Tang's expression remained cold. He pulled Wei Zichu into the secret chamber.
Once the door was shut, Wei Zichu threw herself into his arms and gave him a passionate kiss. Lin Tang, who had already reverted to his original appearance, returned her kiss before chuckling and ruffling her hair. "You kissed without even looking. Weren't you afraid you were kissing a toy doll?"
"Huh?" Wei Zichu froze for a mont, then gasped in horror. "No way, are you really a doll and not the real Brother Lin?" Then she added dismissively, "Hmm... actually, I guess it doesn't matter. They sell inflatable dolls anyway."
"PFFT—" Lin Tang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, assuring her he had no such peculiar interests.
At Wei Zichu's curious urging, he released his second spiritual body again. With a shake, it transford, becoming a perfect mirror image of him. Wei Zichu marveled at it, pinching and poking the body. She even pulled open its waistband and peered down with a sideways glance.
Lin Tang's face darkened, and he flicked her on the forehead. "You naughty girl, what are you looking at?"
"What's the big deal? It's not like I haven't seen it before!" Wei Zichu mumbled. "Brother Lin, your clone... hehe, ahem." She let out a mischievous laugh, then cleared her throat and adopted a serious tone. "If you summon it back here, won't it blow your cover at the Ten Directions Absolute Prison?"
"Of course not. They haven't installed any surveillance in my cell, and the prison guards there have very weak spiritual power. A simple hypnotic suggestion is all it takes to make them think I'm still there."
In fact, if it weren't for the cultivator's grotto-heaven beneath the Ten Directions Absolute Prison being perfectly suited for cultivation and refining Magic Artifacts and elixirs, Lin Tang would have no need to leave a spiritual body in the cell at all. He could summon it to help him whenever he needed, just popping back into the prison occasionally to reinforce the hypnosis.
Since his second spiritual body was immune to possession, Lin Tang had no fear of places like the Evil God Headquarters. He simply dispatched the spiritual body to remotely carry out his revenge. anwhile, his main body continued its secluded cultivation, enjoying so private ti with Wei Zichu every now and then. Life was wonderful.
「The Gray Chieftaincy, Eastern Hemisphere」
The land was vast, with expansive grasslands stretching as far as the eye could see. It was mating season again. Various wild animals were simultaneously hunting, chasing, and searching for suitable partners to procreate. Such scenes were often captured by photographers in off-road vehicles. Most animals had grown accustod to the presence of humans. Besides, very few would try to attack—most that did had already been eliminated.
Aside from photographers, there were also tourist groups and even hunting parties. Of course, the largest population consisted of the local people. So were poor, others rich. So lived in peace, while others suffered from the ravages of war.
In a temporary ceasefire zone, a town and station were being repaired. They had been damaged by a recent bombing, and for the past few days, a group of locals had gathered to fix the buildings and roads with the help of so technicians from Central Earth. The infrastructure had been originally built with Central Earth's aid, so the technicians were quite familiar with the work.
With the project nearing completion and the potholed road newly paved and just waiting for the concrete to dry, the locals bead with joyful smiles, flashing their big white teeth. The town's mayor found the technicians from Central Earth to express his sincere gratitude and extend a warm invitation to an open-air party they were planning for that night, complete with singing and dancing.
"Our dear friends Li, Wang, and everyone else, you will always be our most honored guests!"
The technicians smiled and nodded, promising to attend.
Suddenly, the guards protecting them with AKs grew wary, forming a protective circle around them. Seeing this, the locals also rushed over, trying to help shield them.
At that mont, a group on roaring motorcycles sped toward them from a distance, revving their engines and howling wildly. They paid no mind to the wet concrete, tearing through it and leaving deep ruts in their wake before screeching to a halt in front of the mayor and the others.
"Hey, bros, don't be nervous. We an no harm," one of them said. Waving their weapons, they swaggered as they dismounted and strode over. "We just heard you were having a party. As the most famous RAPPERS around here, I think we're entitled to join. What do you say? You must feel so honored and moved that we're coming, hahaha—"
The mayor and his people saw the n's tattoos. Although they didn't welco these uninvited guests, they tried to keep the peace and forced a smile. "Of course, welco, our friends…"
"Oh, fuck! I recognize you! You're the damned cheats who swindled us out of a lot of money back in Cairo!" a woman in the crowd shrieked. She had fled from Cairo and, after a long journey, had just settled down here. After scrutinizing the bikers, she rushed forward, cursing furiously. "These sons of bitches are garbage! They aren't reserves for the Gluttony Corps. They're impostors, and their tattoos are fake!"
"Hmm?"
"Fake?"
"Shit!"
The mayor and the others grew suspicious, while the bikers looked flustered and panicked. They backed away, stamring, "Of course we're the real deal…"
"Real my ass!" the woman roared, her words flying faster than any rapper's. She continued to list their cris as she lunged forward, tearing at them and pumling them.
CLANG!
Their weapons fell to the ground. Everyone saw that they were either replicas or broken. Hearing the woman's account, the crowd erupted in anger. They sward the bikers, giving them a sound beating.
"Motherfuckers! You ruined the road we worked so hard to fix! You're gonna get it now!"
In an instant, the bikers were bruised and swollen, screaming in pain while cursing the townspeople for being blind enough to offend the Gluttony Corps. They swore they would report this and have them all slaughtered. Abandoning their bikes, they scrambled and pushed like madn to escape.
The guards protecting the Central Earth technicians were about to open fire, but the technicians stopped them, saying the n's cris didn't warrant death.
Just then, several more SUVs tore past, likewise churning up the freshly paved road. Coincidentally, the flags mounted on their vehicles looked remarkably similar to the bikers' tattoos.
The townspeople were enraged.
"Another bunch of phonies!"
"They must be with the first group!"
"Stop! You're going to pay for our road!"
They sprinted over, trying to block the vehicles. The mayor, equally furious, strode forward to lodge a stern protest, but then he froze. "Wait! Sothing's not right…"
The next mont, large-caliber barrels erged from the vehicle windows and began firing indiscriminately.
RAT-A-TAT-TAT—
Amidst the deafening roar, rows of locals collapsed to the ground. Those behind them stared in shock before instinctively ducking and scattering in terror. Several of the fleeing bikers were also cut down, while the rest stood frozen, dumbfounded.
When the hail of bullets finally stopped, the survivors swallowed hard. They watched as a group of nacing figures, ard with sophisticated weaponry, stepped out of the SUVs. Looking at the tattoos on these new arrivals, the remaining bikers felt their legs tremble.
No way… Are they the real Gluttony Corps?
They wanted to run, but they didn't dare. How could their legs outrun bullets? With no other choice, they steeled themselves and approached the newcors. "Uh… Boss, we're on your side!" they babbled incoherently, making frantic gestures.
"Oh?" The ard n listened for a mont before their gaze swept over the entire scene, finally landing on the technicians from Central Earth.
"Heh, you cunning people of Central Earth!" one of them sneered. Cloaked in an aura of bloodlust, they advanced on the technicians.
It was horrifyingly clear to the technicians that these were, in fact, the real Gluttony Corps. Though panicking internally, they forced themselves to remain calm. Engineer Li and Engineer Wang pushed their younger colleagues behind them and ordered the guards to lower their weapons. Then, they stepped forward to negotiate. "Respected sirs, we are from the friendly nation of Central—"
"Friendly? You? You're not worthy!"
SMACK!
A gunstock swung around and slamd into them. Engineer Li and Engineer Wang fell to the ground, their mouths filled with blood. The younger technicians, shocked and enraged, started to rush forward but were imdiately wrestled to the ground.
"Tie up these tasty monkeys and take them back! Looks like our luck is good today. We've snagged so high-quality ga, heh heh heh…" the leader chuckled darkly.
"Sir, what about these locals?" a subordinate asked.
"Take the young won and children with us. Kill the rest. Leave no one behind!"
"Yes, sir!"
"No!"
"Don't!"
Everyone, including the few surviving bikers, watched in horror, their eyes wide with terror as the guns were raised once more. The guards for the Central Earth technicians were the first to be riddled with bullets, their blood mixing with the wet concrete to form a murky sludge. Then ca the locals, one after another. Compared to these battle-hardened elites, ordinary people stood no chance.
Just as the massacre was about to be completed, a voice suddenly rang out.
"You're with the Gluttony Corps? Then do you recognize a piece of trash nad the Lord of Gluttony…"
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