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Chapter 1777 'Seed' Talent Sequence (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)
On the wide road, He Ao raised his head and frowned slightly as he looked at the roads ahead that had been filled in but were being further destroyed.

Those who attacked the Church of Death's caravan had traded with more than one wilderness wanderer, but these wilderness wanderers either never returned or mysteriously disappeared shortly after returning, never to be seen again.

The attacking force seemed exceptionally ruthless and decisive, eliminating everyone who saw them, to the point that He Ao couldn't find a single survivor to tell him what the attacking force was like or what it looked like.

However, He Ao did learn a little something. From the relatives of these murdered wilderness wanderer merchants, he pieced together the fact that the group came from the southwest and was very cautious, unwilling to directly enter the wilderness wanderer camp to buy supplies.

To the southwest lies the direction of Konovi, and it was from there that the Death Church's caravans came.

In other words, this attacking force was likely following the Church of Death's caravan all the way here, and launched the attack in this vicinity.

But why this area?

He Ao raised his head and looked behind him.

Because the headquarters of the Church of Death is located nearby?

However, when He Ao came out, he also explored all the routes leading out of the Church of Death headquarters.

The caravan of the Church of Death had already passed the crossroads leading to the Church of Death.

In other words, the caravan's destination was most likely not the headquarters of the Church of Death.

If the attackers knew the location of the Church of Death's headquarters and also knew the origin of the Church of Death's caravan, they would most likely launch an attack before the caravan arrived at the Church of Death's headquarters.

But judging from the situation, they did not take any action.

Either they knew the caravan wasn't heading to the Church of Death's headquarters, or they didn't know the Church of Death's headquarters was nearby.

Of course, it's also possible that it's both.

Sometimes fate is like a math problem; even without knowing some important prerequisites, you can still get the right answer by chance.

If that's the case, He Ao turned his gaze back, looking ahead along the road.

If you continue down this road, there's only one city left: Irons.

If the Death Church caravan had to have a destination along this route, it would most likely be Aines.

Even if their final destination may not be Irons, taking this route will inevitably lead them to Irons.

Irons, on the other hand, is filled with angels and powerful superhumans, and is also the place most strictly monitored by the FBI.

Especially after the assassination of Keminda, Skevis raised the alert level even higher. According to Wilder's memory, the wilderness near Irons is now under the surveillance of the intelligence agency and the investigation agency.

Skevis also specially deployed an elite unit of the Federal Central Army to guard the vicinity of Irons and provide mobile support.

Calculating the distance, this place is just outside the edge of the surveillance range. If we cross this area and continue forward, we will enter the view of the federal intelligence agencies.

The attackers who were following the Church of Death's caravan likely knew this, which is why they launched their attack just as the caravan was about to enter the vicinity of Ains.

If that's the case, then why didn't they attack before?

Was it simply a matter of missing the caravan, or was there some hesitation or concern? Was it fear that the Church of Death's caravan was too powerful and the attack would fail?

Judging from this, the commander seems to be an indecisive person, or perhaps a novice with little command experience.

But they were quite professional in silencing witnesses, and they were ruthless.

Shaking his head to dispel the fog in his mind, He Ao reached out and touched the ruby ​​ring on his hand.

A faint life force flowed into his body, repairing the tears caused by his forced use of angelic power.

Although he healed his old injuries thanks to the system's recovery capabilities, he was well aware that as the missions became increasingly involved with higher-level powers, he would inevitably have to use a lot of angel-level power, which would cause irreversible damage to his body.

So, besides luring Wilder to show himself, he also genuinely needed this healing supernatural item when he went to get the Bloodflow Ring.

He lowered his head and looked at the wilderness nomad camp behind him.

However, by tracing this far, we did indeed roughly figure out another matter.

That high-ranking figure who guided Morolin back then was very likely a member of the Church of Death, and was staying in the now-collapsed headquarters of the Church of Death.

After all, the only place where high-ranking beings could be summoned without being discovered by Ains is the headquarters of the Church of Death, hidden between reality and the underworld.

This is further combined with the background of the disappearance of the 'Hell Manager' talent sequence materials from the Church of Death.

He raised his hand, and a flame ignited on his palm.

In other words, Hawke's 'Hell Manager' was very likely given to him by a high-ranking member of the Church of Death.

So, why?
He Ao looked at the flame in his hand; the edges of the purple flame were shimmering with a faint, eerie light.

There was indeed something wrong with this talent sequence. As his control over it deepened, he began to gain some power that could influence people's souls.

For example, forcibly driving the spirits of the dead, or even their corpses.

For example, presenting images that people fear can create an illusion between reality and illusion.

This ability seems to have somewhat transcended the realm of 'Hell Manager'.

Moreover, He Ao could clearly sense that his own angelic status amplified this ability.

With the blessing of his angelic status, these 'new abilities' can be significantly enhanced, and even show signs of surpassing ordinary B-level abilities.

For example, regarding the ability to 'create fear illusions,' He Ao has a feeling that as long as he is willing to invest his status and power, regardless of the cost, he can even use the fear illusions of these targets themselves to interfere with reality and create some scenes in reality that are the same as those in the illusions.

This level is beyond what a B-grade level could achieve.

However, these abilities were not displayed when 'Hawk' mastered this talent sequence.

He Ao wasn't sure whether it was because he had discovered a new method of mastering fear, or because his own angelic status had stimulated this talent sequence.

Of course, it's also possible that both factors are working together. After all, when the dungeon first opened, He Ao also had the angelic rank, but he didn't yet possess these abilities.

From this perspective, Hawke's talent sequence is indeed special. The main material he obtained from Morolin was likely supplemented with something else.

Therefore, the Church of Death's targeting of Hawke may not only be due to Hawke's son, but also because of Hawke himself.

He Ao didn't believe that the Church of Death would be so kind as to give away a powerful B-grade talent sequence for free.

Of course, Hawke didn't believe it either, otherwise the Church of Death wouldn't have gone through such a long and complicated process to give Hawke the main material for this talent sequence through Morolin.

Heo prefers to believe another explanation: that the Church of Death is essentially using Hawke to cultivate their own talent sequence.

They implanted this special talent sequence into Hawk's body, and will harvest it once Hawk completes a certain transformation.

It's like planting crops in the soil; once the crops mature, you can harvest the fruit.

Therefore, the Church of Death is so eager to kill Hawke, and is even willing to offer some 'benefits' that can entice the Gates Group.

For them, Hawke was not just a potential threat, but a ripe, fleshy 'fruit'.

However, Hawke found the recipe for the secret medicine at the witch cult's stronghold.

What role did the Witch Church play in all of this?

He blew away the flame in his hand, raised his head, and continued forward, following the broken road and the sun setting behind the mountains, as if he could see the magnificent federal capital at the end of the road.

He has already solved part of the mystery surrounding Hawke. Next, it seems that he should continue to investigate by following the trail of the Church of Death's caravan.

Judging from the attack, the attackers were probably unable to defeat the Death Church caravan.

Following the original route of the Church of Death's caravan, they should have already traveled this road and arrived in Ains.

And those who disappeared from the headquarters of the Church of Death might also be plotting something in Irons.

Judging from the current situation, it seems he should head to Irons immediately.

Considering the timing of the attack, it seems that he doesn't have much time left.

but···
A gentle breeze rustled the grass by the roadside and brushed against He Ao's cheek.

He vaguely felt that something was wrong.

-

Dawn City

The once bustling streets were dimly lit, and the crowds that used to throng seemed much quieter now.

Christos sat on a long iron bench by the street, looked up at the sky.

The lights of this magnificent city have been lit, casting a hazy white glow on the sky. A light mist shrouds the sky, obscuring the dim sunset and leaving only a round, bright outline, appearing and disappearing indistinctly.

“People are still a bit panicked,” the young man in overalls said as he walked out from the edge of the street, sat down next to Christos, and looked up at the setting sun. “The news can’t be completely controlled, and besides, most of the media are not actually under our control.”

He turned to look at Christos and whispered, "So, Mr. Mayor, what are you really thinking?"

"What do you mean, what are you thinking?" Christos asked slowly.

"Regarding this 'encirclement,' or rather, 'war,'" the young man's gaze suddenly sharpened, and he quickly said, "The conglomerate's mercenary group has completed its encampment. We have lost the best opportunity to break the deadlock. Now, we are surrounded by the combined forces of the Central Army and the conglomerate, like a fish caught in a fishing net, about to lose all our chances."

He stared at Christos. "What are you waiting for, Mr. Mayor?"

“Look, this city, it’s one of the oldest cities in the Federation,” Christos didn’t answer him, but turned his gaze to the towering buildings around him. “It has always stood here, since before the Federation even existed, and even the darkness of the Great Cataclysm era could not destroy it.”

"What do you mean?" the young man asked, looking at Christos. "Do you still want to keep waiting?"

He paused, then continued, "They said you don't want to resist anymore, that you don't want to be the one who started a 'civil war'."

He looked up, staring intently at Christos. "Is it true?"

Christos looked at him quietly, neither confirming nor refuting.

Seeing Christos's reaction, the young man's face flushed slightly. "I ran for the city council and entered the cabinet after listening to your speech and your call to action. Now that you've come this far, what are you waiting for?"

"Will you only be satisfied when the conglomerate's army breaches the city gates, when they surround the Palace of Glory, and drag you and all of us together to the square in front of the Ellenska statue to be shot one by one?"

He rose slightly, looking at Christos. "Christos, do you know what we're facing right now? Our policies, our healthcare law, our labor protection law, our antitrust law—all of it, everything we've worked so hard to build over the years, could be destroyed at any moment."
"The conglomerate's army is right outside. Once they storm in, it will all be over."

His eyes widened, his face flushed. "Are you willing to accept this? Are you willing to do this? Even if you're not afraid of death, even if you want to die, think about us. Are we just going to watch them overturn all our efforts over the years?"

He raised his finger and pointed north, his voice low, like an angry young lion.

"Those old fogies who retired from the Radiant Palace are watching you from there, watching the tricks you pull, watching your end."

“Once you die, those old fogies will come out again and turn this city back to what it used to be, full of dead people, homeless people, and impoverished patients.”

He raised his eyes and glanced at the crowd, where he spotted a darker-skinned figure. "And those wanderers in the wilderness, they will all be driven out, driven out of the city, back to the wilderness, back to a life of uncertainty."

He gazed at Christos, whose expression remained calm. "Even if you yourself don't want to continue, what about those who built all of this with you? Those who died to change this city, those who died to protect you, those who died to change the world? Ronald, Soter—think about them."

He stood up fully, staring at the still calm Christos, and growled angrily, "What are you waiting for?!"

The surrounding crowd was drawn to his voice and instinctively turned their heads.

At this moment, he seemed to realize that he had lost his composure. He rubbed his face, lowered his head, and said, "I'm sorry, I lost my composure."

I'd like to recommend a friend's book, "Good Brother, Don't Use Me to Torture Your Soul!"

1 day

Transmigrated into a martial arts and cultivation world, possessing top-tier soul cultivation talent, the old alchemist who took in the original owner seems to be planning to possess her body?
No rush, I'll play along and see how I turn around and take him down.

2 day

What do you mean by "you need to refine a human pill for me to eat"?
When I arrived at the alchemy room, I found that the ingredients for the human pill were my two buddies from before I transmigrated.