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Tania dared not look at Sirian, nor did she intend to answer anything. After regaining consciousness, she remained silent, as if resigned to her fate, offering no resistance. Facing the spread-out instrument roll Sirian presented, Tania clearly knew what those shocking knives were for. Associating them with what was about to happen to her, her body trembled intermittently. But Tania remained silent. Sirian paid no attention to her cold demeanor, instead…-
2.4 M • Ongoing
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Dekar, his face grim, walked through the damp, mold-covered corridor to the end of the platform, which offered a perfect view of the entire Vertical Farm. The originally suspended planting platforms had collapsed into ruins along with the dome modules, steel beams and broken metal sheets piled up in disarray, and a large amount of river water had poured in, soaking the scattered limbs. “We can preliminarily confirm that this is a safe house for the Evil Claws, where they cultivate Spawn…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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When Bruce and the others arrived at the Vertical Farm at the appointed time, the battle had already ended. Under Sirian's brutal offensive and meticulously designed chain explosions, the entire Vertical Farm had been reduced to ruins. Water trickled from the cracks in the dome, collecting at the base of the ruins to form a large lake. The wreckage of numerous buildings and countless corpses were submerged within, with a large amount of mycelium floating on the water's surface.…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Sirian aimed at the hard cocoon, pulled the trigger, and a soul marrow bullet struck it, igniting a massive conflagration. In the firelight, a blurry shadow emerged. Haven stomped, and the surging wind easily extinguished the flames. "Friend, you don't look to be in good shape." Haven remained silent in the face of Sirian's taunt. After this series of explosions and impacts, his armor was riddled with cracks and gaps, as if it would completely crumble at any…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Deep within the Beacon Lighthouse, in the complex network of pipes. Dailin wore a gas mask, his voice muffled through the thick filter. “Is this it?” Bruce, illuminated by the dim yellow light overhead, carefully deciphered the rust-covered sign. “Pretty much, this is the place.” As he spoke, he lightly tapped the pipe casing with his front paw, the dull thud echoing in the confined space. Bruce inspected the pipes up and down. “This connects to the rivers on the…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Gunshots echoed, and bullets disintegrated into fragments under the boiling sword. Sirian hung in mid-air, motionless after swinging his sword, his six Fierywhite eyes fixed on Tania, as if he had seen something captivating. "What's wrong?" Tania noticed Sirian's abnormality and, in response to his earlier trash talk, said, "Am I too beautiful, have I charmed you?" "Of course." Sirian's tone carried an irrepressible smile and delight. "As long as you're willing…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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The scorching soul marrow fire washed over the Knight's armor, burning away the mycelia on it, but in a flash, they grew back, sprouting mushrooms with splayed spore stalks, looking exactly like blooming flowers. The Knight advanced steadily, and the green mist spread with him. “Finally, a proper opponent has arrived.” Sirian still maintained his arrogant posture, but the expression beneath his mask had long since turned serious. Unlike the useless trash he had killed before, this…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Piercing alarms echoed through the Vertical Farm, and urged on by the shrieking, vast swathes of fungal colonies stirred restlessly, baring their fangs and claws. Sirian opened the backpack he carried and pulled out a heavy explosive. This was something Sirian had commissioned Bruce to make—a perfect creation mixed with high explosives, soul marrow, steel pellets, iron fragments, and other dangerous materials. Sirian affectionately called it a…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Compared to the fanaticism of other Chaos Followers, Te’en’s faith was not devout. Te’en rarely wasted time praying, feeling that even if he prostrated and murmured day and night, the supreme being would not cast any glance upon him. He also rarely participated in the gatherings of other Chaos Followers. This not only wasted time but also energy, and in a dangerous place like the dark alley, if the City Guard Bureau attacked, he might die there. And so it was. Almost all…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Tania lay naked on the bed, staring up at the dimness above. As a Chaos Follower, Tania had always detested sunlight; it suppressed the chaotic power within her, scorching her skin and roasting her flesh. But ultimately, Tania was a Star Gazer from the Path of Destiny, not a pure Spawn of Evil. No matter how much she loathed sunlight, the human part of her heart always held a longing for bright, clear days. Moreover, ever since Tania returned to Heer…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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