Chapter 122: The First Hard-Fought Battle of the Demon Calamity Army

If an entire squad of soldiers were killed simply because they were scouting for demonic beasts and fell prey to them, that would be one thing. At most, they would find an opportunity later to wipe out the beasts in that area. People living in Hanze were already accustomed to this; they went out to hunt demonic beasts, only to be hunted by them in return.

However, the involvement and collusion of other human factions—happening right on their doorstep just as they had managed to establish a foothold—made it hard not to overthink the situation.

It truly looked like an armed base. There were only a few guards with rifles stationed in the courtyard. Because the sentries never imagined that anyone would approach from the icy cliffs behind them, they were completely relaxed, showing no signs of tension.

Furthermore, since Ming Lou had no intention of returning to Paris yet, he could send Ming Fan and Ming Tai to the same school where Ming Lou taught. It would make it easier to look after them, and he would be free to manage the family estate without worry.

That’s strange. What kind of internet cafe is this? If it isn't an internet cafe, where were those sounds I heard coming from? And why would they keep the doors locked so tightly?

Mou Yichen’s heart gave a sudden jolt, and the blood seemed to drain from his entire body. Jason noticed his strange behavior and hurriedly handed the gift he was holding to the butler.

At the same time, Chen Jing’s gun went off. Three consecutive shots struck the exact spot on the crack. The bulletproof glass, already fractured, shattered completely, leaving a hole the size of a human head.

Lan Xun did not want to get mixed up in these muddy waters, and even more so feared becoming a scapegoat. Yet, faced with his commander’s orders, he could not bring himself to protest and felt utterly dejected.

I walked up to the old man and sat down respectfully. "Um... hello..." I truly didn't know what to say, so I started with a greeting.

Guixiang searched the interior and exterior of the house, but found no footprints on the walls. It seemed they had entered through the front door. Guixiang reported the situation to Wei Shengyu, who then questioned Ashan and Uncle Ashan in detail.

Ruby, on the other hand, was carefree. So what if a confession failed? He would just try again next time. Even if he and Moyouna really became a couple, their current lives wouldn't change at all; they would still eat and drink as usual.

The two mothers laughed heartily, pulling Xie Zheng and Nanny Xu to their seats while handing them chopsticks.

The World Tree system explained it meticulously. After listening, Kesk XIII realized that these forum coins were of no real use. Being gifted one a day and having no exchange rate with outside currency, they were likely just for amusement. It seemed Ruby was not using his creations to profit.

About a quarter of an hour later, the tiger’s ears twitched back and forth. Its spine arched in vigilance as it let out a roar toward the shrubbery. In response, a chorus of wolf howls erupted from the bushes.

Yang Cuihua did not go along. She had recently taken on a new embroidery commission and was busy rushing to finish the work. Aunt Ashan took Guixiang by the arm and headed to town. Once they arrived, she began to speak.

Nanny Yu had served in the palace for many years and was somewhat familiar with the people around Princess Chang'an.

Before long, Ruby felt himself being tossed onto a soft bed. He bounced a few times upon landing, showing that the bed was of good quality. Ruby looked around the room, which was filled with pink tones, and calmly pondered why he had been kidnapped and brought here.

His mount was also a famous flying demonic beast from the Demon Realm. It looked just like a white tiger, only with a pair of large wings. Krent had named it "Namintu," meaning "Wind Tiger." They had known each other for decades and were a pair of highly compatible partners.

"Aunt, it is fine. You must trust Wawa's medical skills." To put it plainly, Brother Yan's condition was not some complicated illness; it was merely due to his naturally weak constitution that things had become so tense. If this had happened to someone else, it might not have been a serious issue at all.