Volume 4, Chapter 77 – Better to Be Safe…

“Wait!! Please wait!! Please take me with you! General!!”

The youth, wrapped in many bandages and extremely weak, leaned on a crutch as he weaved through the ruins, limping as he chased after the figure ahead.

“Please!! Wait for me!”

After calling out again and again, the figure ahead—who had long gray-black hair and wore a military cap—finally stopped. Then, the man slowly turned his head, revealing those deep dark golden pupils, and looked thoughtfully at the purple-haired youth chasing behind him.

The next moment, the man asked in confusion:

“I killed your father.”

“It doesn’t matter!”

“Oh?”

“That guy deserved to die long ago!”

The youth said excitedly, his eyes showing not the slightest trace of hatred, but instead filled with worship and awe.

After taking in this expression, the man narrowed his eyes slightly.

“Don’t forget, I’m a terrorist who wants to destroy your country. If you follow me, the Shenluo people won’t spare you.”

“It doesn’t matter! As long as I can follow you, anything is fine! Besides, this hellish place called Shenluo should be destroyed anyway!”

“Hoh? Even if following me means you might be used as emergency food at any time?”

“It doesn’t matter!”

The youth still gave his reply with firm determination.

“Hmm…”

Raising an eyebrow, a rare trace of amusement flashed through the man’s dark golden pupils.

“What’s your name, brat?”

“Duan!”

“Duan… I’ll take you along temporarily then. But remember this, brat. I don’t keep useless people. If you don’t want to become feed, then perform well.”

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“Yes! I won’t disappoint you!”

Lord Astral,

I am useful, and more useful than any of your servants!

I’ll prove this to you soon!

Only I am the most suitable person to follow by your side!

Recalling that day when Astral displayed his powerful and captivating demeanor as he cut down his father and brother with a single blade, Duan excitedly clenched his fists, a chilling smile emerging on his face.

Then,

Duan turned his gaze toward his subordinate nearby.

“Finally brought the Terran Malevolence back, heh, hehe, hehehe…”

After a series of sinister laughs, Duan sighed softly:

“It seems leaving that girl alive back then really was the right choice.”

Actually, regarding Bai Xingwu, Duan initially had no intention of using her to control an evil god.

The reason he kept this girl alive, even giving her a new body,

was purely to disgust Isabelle.

After all, Xingwu was that person’s daughter.

Bai Xingwu’s ability to control the Terran Malevolence was purely an unexpected pleasant surprise from years of research.

“Should we activate the device and teleport them directly back to the Nether Palace?”

A nearby Blood Guards member asked respectfully.

“Of course, I can hardly wait to meet this legendary evil god.”

Duan’s tone revealed unmistakable excitement.

However,

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just as his subordinate was about to leave to relay Duan’s instructions, this purple-haired man suddenly raised his hand to stop his subordinate, as if he had thought of something.

“Wait a moment.”

“Is something wrong, Lord Duan?”

“Don’t arrange entry into the Divine Kingdom yet.”

After pondering for several seconds, Duan replied cautiously.

To be honest, successfully controlling the Terran Malevolence had made Duan himself somewhat overly excited, causing his thinking and judgment abilities to decline somewhat.

But after calming down a bit and thinking things through carefully, a trace of doubt began to grow in Duan’s heart.

——”No matter how you look at it, it went too smoothly.”

Duan muttered to himself.

I

still need to confirm things clearly first.

After making his decision, Duan glanced indifferently at his subordinate and ordered sternly:

“First arrange for them to be stationed at the nearest Divine Kingdom border checkpoint. Do not bring the evil god directly into the Lord’s protected area.”

“Yes, Lord Duan.”

“Also, go prepare to activate the First Savior.”

“The Savior?”

The red-robed guard responded with some surprise.

“Are you trying to prevent the Terran Malevolence from losing control?”

“Something like that.”

“But Lord Duan, the energy required for Savior activation is currently insufficient…”

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The guard member voiced his concerns with some hesitation.

To this, Duan snorted dismissively.

“You don’t need to worry about that. I’ll handle the energy issue. You just need to go unlock the First Savior’s restraints.”

“Yes, Lord Duan.”

After respectfully bowing, this young Blood Guards member quickly departed.

On the other side, Duan also didn’t continue staying in his office, but got up and headed to the Nether Palace’s prison.

Before long, this Solrog Ancestor with his hands clasped behind his back arrived at the prison filled with resentment and wailing. The prisoners confined in the prison showed expressions of hatred the moment they saw Duan.

Countless sharp gazes like swords continuously focused on Duan.

If looks could kill, Duan estimated he would have already been cut into a thousand pieces by them.

However, Duan had long grown accustomed to these murderous gazes.

He simply ignored them with indifference and headed directly to the area where alien races were imprisoned. In front of the A6 prison gate.

“Open it.”

Duan commanded coldly.

As his words fell, the heavy metal prison door slowly opened.

What was revealed next was a nauseating space.

The space was cramped and oppressive, with mottled walls soaked with traces of time and despair. The smell of mold and blood mixed together, filling every inch of air and making it suffocating. In this chaotic darkness, hundreds of beastmen were trapped in iron cages.

Each of them had crimson hair like blood and tall wolf ears, their faces—a fusion of beast and human features—now completely lifeless, with only dejection and pain etched upon them. Their skeletal bodies were exposed between tattered clothing, some still bearing unhealed wounds on their skin. Their eyes were vacant, as if they had long lost the will to live, like a group of abandoned souls.

If Bai Lianyue were here, she would probably be shocked to discover that these beastmen were all Blood Wolf Clan members.

That is, the tribespeople that Moande had desperately tried to protect.

When Moande was still alive, Paradise Manor had temporarily given the Blood Wolf Clan a place to shelter.

But after Moande passed away, Paradise Manor no longer had reason to keep the Blood Wolf Clan. The Blood Guards, under Duan’s orders, captured all Blood Wolf Clan members and brought them to this prison that was essentially a concentration camp.

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However, these pitiful Blood Wolf Clan members didn’t seem to understand who had brought them to this place, so upon seeing Duan’s face, their haggard and despairing expressions rarely showed a trace of joy and hope.

“It’s, it’s Lord Duan!”

“Lord Duan? Duan! We, we’re saved!”

“Lord Duan! Save us! Someone kidnapped us here!”

The beastmen in the prison began crying out to Duan for help. Obviously, the Blood Wolf Clan members still had quite a good impression of this elegant man who had often communicated with their clan leader in the past.

Unfortunately,

Duan had no good feelings toward these Blood Wolf Clan members.

He despised Shenluo, but he equally despised alien races.

His previous peaceful coexistence with the Blood Wolf Clan was only because Moande still had value. But now?

He kept these beastmen for only one reason.

To use them… as fuel.

“Boring.”

Scanning the entire scene, Duan’s eyes showed no ripples, nor did he have any interest in responding to these beastmen’s pleas for help.

Duan simply raised his right hand on his own, his palm elegantly turning in the air, as if plucking some invisible strings with a flick of his fingers.

——”Mystic Art – Soul-Reaping Threads.”

The next instant, piercing wails suddenly erupted in the prison. Those Blood Wolf Clan members who had already lost their fighting spirit suddenly clutched their chests, their bodies trembling violently, as if some invisible force was tearing apart their inner being.

They all collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony, hoarse and sharp screams emerging from their throats.

Wisps of semi-transparent souls struggled as they were extracted from their bodies, rising like steam and swirling in the air. They were drawn by a terrible force, converging toward Duan’s palm. In that cold, slender hand, hundreds of Blood Wolf Clan souls gathered into a twisted soul sphere, emanating an eerie glow.

Duan looked at this mass of souls without a trace of pity.

“This way, the energy problem is temporarily solved.”