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Chapter 1765 Memories (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

The hazy night enveloped the world, and in the distance, a tall building stood, emitting a faint glow. Figures dressed in white robes were moving quickly through the night.

He Ao's gaze swept across the scene in the night. He couldn't control the changes in the scene, because at this moment, he was witnessing all of this from another person's 'perspective'.

From 'Wild's' perspective.

Wilder appears to be in a wide square, looking down and scanning the entire area.

At this moment, a strong stench of blood filled the square, and the source of this stench was the object 'placed' in the square.

Those were the corpses of young people, clumps of indistinct flesh and blood. The people transporting the bodies carefully separated the remains and packed them into individual metal boxes.

These boxes were then separated, stacked together, and loaded into a waiting truck.

"Chief, bad news," a middle-aged man approached, whispered in Wilder's ear, and handed him something—a simple badge.

Wilder lowered his gaze, staring at the badge. "The badge of the Gatespin Group mercenary group? Are there Gatespin Group mercenaries here?"

"According to the gang members who carried out the operation, they encountered fierce resistance when they were eliminating a few members," the middle-aged man said quickly.

"So what does this mean?" Wilder looked down at the badge, his brows furrowing slightly. "The Gatesus Group has been involved in these 'parades'? Or have these cultists hired Gatesus Group bodyguards to protect them?"

“The situation is probably a bit worse,” the middle-aged man looked up at Wilder, carefully took out a rolled-up tablet, unfolded it, and showed several photos. “These are the information we found about these mercenaries based on their appearance.”

Wilder raised his gaze slightly to the photos on the tablet. "Interesting. These are all officers from the Gatespin Group mercenary group? What are they doing here? Does the Gatespin Group want to pledge allegiance to Christos?"

“It shouldn’t have anything to do with the Menshu Group,” the middle-aged man shook his head, displaying rows of dense text on his tablet. “These people are all confidants of Hawke, the current leader of the Menshu Group’s First Mercenary Group. According to our investigation, Hawke has a son.”

He raised his hand and showed a young, innocent graduation photo. The young man in the photo was facing the camera, showing a somewhat naive yet cheerful expression. "This is a photo of Hawke's son when he received his bachelor's degree."

"So, what exactly are you trying to say?" Wilder raised his eyes and glanced at the densely packed white-robed figures moving around the square, his voice already carrying a hint of impatience.

“Chief, it’s like this,” the middle-aged man seemed to realize he had gone through a lot of trouble. He looked up at Wilder and said cautiously, “These officers are likely here to protect Hawke’s son.”

"What about Hawke's son?" Wilder looked away, glancing at the corpse on the ground. "He can't be here, can he?"

The night fell silent for a moment, then the middle-aged man lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice, "Yes, it's right here, body number 32."

"Number 32?" Wilder looked up at the mangled corpse in the center of the square not far away.

At that very moment, the scene playing in my memory paused.

He glanced at the body marked 32. In Wilder's vision, he could only vaguely see the body's clothes and flesh mixed together.

After a brief silence, the images in my memory continued to unfold.

Wilder withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, and lowered his voice considerably, "Are you sure?"

"It should be him," the middle-aged man said softly.

“I don’t want ‘shoulds,’ give me a definite answer,” Wilder said directly.

“It’s him,” the middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, then said seriously, “We also asked those ‘K’ followers who were arrested, and number 32’s real name is Elian, and the name matches.”

Upon hearing this, Wilder remained silent for a moment, then pulled a metal cigarette case from his pocket. With a sharp, rattling sound as the metal flipped, he took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. "What's this 'Hawk' background? I remember he's a B-level, right?"

“Yes, he is the mercenary leader of the Menshu Group, a veteran B-rank, who almost single-handedly built the Menshu Group’s third mercenary group and holds a seat on the Menshu Group’s board of directors.” The middle-aged man said, then looked up at Wilder.

"Any other background information?" Wilder lit a cigarette, the rising smoke obscuring his vision and filling his lungs with a strong aroma. He continued, "Tell me now, hiding it will only make things worse."

“His father was once the vice president,” the middle-aged man paused, then continued, “His brother is Edric.”

At this point, Wilder paused, his hand reaching for the cigarette. Then, he casually removed the cigarette from his mouth and asked in a hoarse voice, "That recently retired interim president?"

"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded.

"He's just a transitional president who has already left office. Even if he's sensible and has acquired a lot of resources in Irons, he's still just a president who has left office. Presidents in office can die anytime, let alone presidents who have left office."

At this point, Wilder took a deep breath, brought the cigarette to his lips, and looked in the direction of number 32 again. "I remember Hawke is already in his seventies or eighties. This kid looks quite young. Is he Hawke's youngest son?"

“In a sense, that’s true,” the middle-aged man said slowly. “Hawk had a son late in life; he was Hawke’s only son.”

Wilder, who had already taken a puff of his cigarette after hearing what was said earlier, stopped abruptly. The cigarette choked him, and he almost coughed.

But he quickly suppressed his emotions, looked away, and said calmly, "Find an opportunity to wipe out all the gangs involved in this, a bunch of idiots."

The middle-aged man paused slightly, then nodded and said, "Yes."

He then looked up at Wilder, "And what about this Elian..."

"You don't need to worry about it. Just send me all the information later," Wilder said, raising his gaze to the white-robed figures passing by. He took a slight breath.

"He's just an ordinary B-rank mercenary leader, not difficult to deal with. What's more, his son has colluded with 'K' believers, so he himself has problems. In front of the giant wheel of the times moving forward, even the biggest worm is still just a worm, destined to be crushed."

His gaze fell on a sliver of darkness at the end of those white-robed figures. He slowly walked forward into that darkness. "Alright, I understand. This whole thing was started by our 'friends' anyway. Let's 'share' it with them and see what they think."

His gaze was fixed on the darkness behind those white-robed figures, as if someone were standing there in that darkness.

But in the 'scene' that He Ao saw, there was only a hazy darkness.

At that moment, in the darkness, an unseen eye seemed to open, looking at 'Wild' and at 'Heo' who was scanning Wild's memories.

He Ao also raised his head, meeting the gaze that was directed at him.

Then, in that instant, the fragments of memory shattered, leaving only a dim void.

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He Ao's vision returned to the raging flames, and he lowered his head, stroking his palm.

Wilder's soul had been completely burned away at this moment, leaving only the raging flames.

Immediately, the raging fire subsided, revealing the illusory badge held in He Ao's hand.

In that instant, the flames that had covered the entire warehouse vanished, and the remaining small skeletons that were still struggling in the flames were completely burned away, turning into scattered ashes.

White curly hair and golden pupils emerged from the receding flames. As the last wisp of flame dissipated into the darkness, He Ao fully regained his original form.

Ding--

The crisp sound echoed in the silent darkness of the warehouse.

He reached out and picked up the spikes that were now only one-tenth the size of their original size.

On the spiked base, there is a wide-open eye, which seems to be angry, or perhaps frustrated.

A sinister power clung to these eyes, and the area they gazed upon seemed to be undergoing some subtle change.

But when He Ao looked into those eyes, they naturally contracted, averting their gaze as if nothing had happened.

He raised his hand and put the spike back into his hand.

Then he walked to the other side, picked up a bone flute not far away, and put it in his pocket. It was left behind by the priest of death.

He looked up and glanced at the dark scene around him.

The shelves still stood in the darkness, some of them melted by the fire and turned into lumps of metal. The metal boxes on the shelves even showed varying degrees of melting.

But some items only partially melted, and some shelves very close to He'ao didn't melt at all, as if the fire had never happened.

The runes on the ceiling had shattered, and Heo looked down at the illusory badge in his hand.

The Death Priest mobilized the power of this illusory badge not through some kind of ritual of recognizing a master, but through some special method of energy flow.

In this way, just like entering a password, one can briefly activate and control the power of the badge.

He Ao had just been holding this badge and fighting with the Death Priest for it, actually trying to force the Death Priest to use the badge's power and learn how to use it.

And this badge doesn't seem to be used only by followers of Death.

He Ao could also borrow the power of this badge using the same method, but it was not as strong or as much as the power of the Death Priest.

With the blessing of this badge, Heo can completely etherealize and soul the power of the Hell Manager's flames.

The flames that just burned the warehouse, and the fire whip that struck Wilder, which only harmed his soul but not his body, were both products of this power.

Although the sea of ​​fire was enormous, it only burned the spirit and soul; it didn't even set Wilder's clothes ablaze.

At first, He Ao was a bit clumsy, and when he whipped Wilder, he would leave marks on Wilder's body. But as he used it more and more, he gradually became more skilled.

This badge must have other uses, but he doesn't know how to use them yet.

He put the badge in his pocket.

Including this badge, he now has two of these illusory badges.

It appears that this badge is not some kind of 'unique' extraordinary item.

Putting away the badge, He Ao raised his eyes and glanced around.

He could vaguely hear hurried footsteps coming from outside the door not far away.

He lowered his head, walked towards the wall that Wilder had reached earlier, and smashed it to pieces with a sudden burst of force.

What is revealed is just a closed space.

The 'escape route' that Stars Pharmaceuticals told Wilder was actually just a grave.

He Ao shook his head, and before the footsteps could become more frequent, he returned to the entrance, opened the iron gate again, and left.

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Dawn City · Radiant Palace
"Two divisions of the Federal Central Army have arrived near Dawn City and are stationed between Monite City and Keka City to the north. Three large mercenary groups have also completed their deployment in the wilderness to our west. According to the intelligence we have received, at least six more mercenary groups are on their way."

The man in military uniform sat on the sofa, looking at Christos behind the desk, and said slowly, "The three mercenary groups of the conglomerate have only recently arrived and are still in the process of setting up camp."

"If we were to launch an attack now, all we would need to do is send two mobile regiments out of the west gate and launch a night raid on them."

"The mercenaries from conglomerates are here to make money, and their quality is generally not high. They can do well in favorable situations, but when faced with surprise attacks or unfavorable circumstances, especially in situations like now where they haven't had a proper rest, they are prone to collapse. And the collapse of one point will inevitably lead to the collapse of the entire main force."

"We'll create the illusion of a large number of reinforcements leaving the city. The mercenaries won't be able to distinguish between reality and illusion in the darkness, and coupled with the shock of the surprise attack, they're very likely to be defeated by us in one fell swoop."

He raised his hand, picked up the coffee on the table, and took a sip. "At the same time, we can contact the Nolanca Group and have their mercenary groups stationed near Ilan City mobilize. The terrain from Dawn City to Ilan City is flat, and most of those defeated soldiers will retreat along this route."

"At this time, the Nolanca Group's mercenary group launched a surprise attack and harassment on the road, which will surely crush their last organization and destroy their last fighting force, preventing them from reacting and making a comeback."

He looked up at Christos behind the desk. "The conglomerate's mercenary groups are basically driven by profit. Seeing those three mercenary groups so easily defeated, the other mercenary groups will likely slow down and hesitate to observe."

He paused slightly, then slowly said, "If everything goes smoothly, two-thirds of the siege of Dawn City can be lifted, and we will only need to face the Federal Central Army to the north."

“General Veslow has a great plan, but let’s not even talk about whether it will go as smoothly as you wish,” another person on the sofa clapped at that moment, “If we start a war now, won’t we really become the instigator of a civil war?”

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