Full-time Creation Master

Outside the ancient capital.

Sizzle—Sizzle—

A piercing static crackled from the communicator, shattering the silence of the patrol route.

A Soul Eater soldier in charge of communications rapidly tapped his fingers on the communication panel, his voice from beneath his helmet carrying a hint of vigilance: "Captain, there's something amiss ahead!"

Someone is illegally crossing the border!

He accurately reported the coordinates: "2 o'clock position, 2.2 kilometers away!"

"Target confirmed: three heavily armed Hummers, accompanied by 12 personnel."

"Twelve level-two martial artists, seven mid-level mages, and the detector also detected the magical energy fluctuations of three high-level mages!"

He paused, then added with certainty, "My nose can detect a strong scent of undead treasures on the car."

Looks like another group of tomb raiders taking the risk!

This scene is no longer uncommon on the outskirts of the ancient capital.

The root of everything lies in the sudden rise of Sha Yuan.

When the Abyss of Fiends rose to power before the New Year, it took away almost all the organized undead legions within the ancient capital.

Except for the guardian spirits deep within a few imperial tombs, most of the other spirits were either eliminated or brought under the control of Sha Yuan and left the area.

The remaining endless, scattered low-level undead were also firmly suppressed by the power of the human side.

For these low-level undead, attacking human territory was far more worthwhile than risking annihilation.

It would be better to stay safely in the remaining deathly aura area and absorb the pure deathly aura belonging to the deceased rulers and emperors, which was once only scraps to be divided up—this deal is obviously more worthwhile.

But after the main force of the undead left, their "old lair"—the ancient capital cemetery—became highly sought after.

Those undead leaders and monarchs could take away their armies, but they couldn't take away the treasures that had been stored in the tombs for thousands of years.

Spirit Seeds, Soul Seeds, Magical Tools, Ancient Scrolls, Secret Treasures, Ancient Forbidden Techniques...

Countless treasures are hidden in ancient tombs, exuding a deadly allure.

Even the most worthless gold and silver jewelry were piled up in mountains underground.

The imperial court had naturally noticed this long ago and issued strict orders repeatedly:

Do not provoke peaceful spirits;

Unauthorized trespassing and tomb raiding are prohibited.

All actions that disrupt the current peace order are prohibited...

To satisfy those who want to train, fight, and seize treasures, the authorities even negotiated with Sha Yuan to designate a no-man's-land (humans, Sha Yuan, and Qinling demons).

In that area, life and death are left to one's own devices.

Even if the killings left corpses strewn everywhere, no one cared.

But how can mere bans possibly stop the allure of a thousandfold profit and the promise of "relative absolute safety"?

Countless magicians, as well as martial artists who entered the extraordinary realm through the serum, began to try to find loopholes.

Disguised, they secretly infiltrated the ancient capital's cemetery and began working as tomb raiders.

As for the so-called overall situation?

The so-called peaceful structure?

In their eyes, it was all a joke.

"What business is it of a mere mid-level mage like me?"

"I'm just a second-tier martial artist. I've dug up two ancient tombs. Do you think the Abyss would launch another large-scale attack on humanity just because of that?"

"Ridiculous! If war breaks out just because I dug up a few graves, it only proves that Sha Yuan's desire to destroy our human race is still alive and well. What does that have to do with me?"

These thoughts became their most respectable excuse.

.......

Outside the ancient capital: A crazy choice in a desperate situation

"Stop!"

The commands of the Soul Eater are not transmitted through sound.

Instead, it bombarded the minds of everyone inside the three heavily armed Hummers with ultrasonic waves superimposed with mental fluctuations.

hum-

1000 meters away, everyone inside the car suddenly shuddered.

My head felt like it had been hit by a heavy hammer, buzzing and making it hard to breathe.

The driver of the middle vehicle gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white.

His voice trembled as he looked at the passenger seat: "Boss, should we stop?"

His gaze went past the windshield, fixed intently on the road ahead.

The Soul Eater Steel Giant had already set up its explosive gun, the dark muzzle pointed directly at them.

These guys were almost as tall as a Hummer when they stood up. Their heavy, gray-black armor gleamed coldly in the morning light, and the oppressive feeling was like a mountain collapsing.

The driver felt a chill run down his spine: Is this the Iron Warrior?

Who is the new emperor's trump card?

These monsters are really daring to fire their guns!

I had heard before that some smugglers were blown up on the spot, their vehicles and people blown into a pile of minced meat.

"Stop what?!"

The man in the passenger seat growled; he was the leader of the group.

He appeared fierce and menacing, but his palms were already sweating profusely.

A bad feeling lingered in my mind.

But he's the leader, he can't panic—if he panics, the group will completely fall apart.

Moreover, they had no way out.

The eldest brother quickly glanced inside the car: the third brother sat in the back seat, his expression calm.

Clearly, this isn't the first time they've taken such a risky gamble. Cola Novels, your portable library, contains more than ten thousand volumes. It's fairly reliable.

But the other two young men were as white as paper, and their hands were trembling.

You're obviously a newbie!

Looking at the other two cars, you can see through the rearview mirror that the novice drivers inside are also panicked.

The boss grabbed the car communicator, pressed the button, and a buzzing sound filled the air: "Buzz~ Listen up, everyone~~~"

"All personnel on high alert!"

"The mage holds his magic in his hand, ready to unleash it at any moment!"

"Everyone driving, floor the gas pedal! Don't fucking hesitate!"

His voice was urgent and harsh, carrying an undeniable air of authority: "Think it through, you bastards!"

"Are we just going to hand over the treasures we risked our lives to snatch from the ancient tomb like this?"

Are you willing to accept this?

"Don't forget, we're tomb raiders, not licensed, legal archaeologists!"

"Under the old laws, this crime would have been more serious than murder, at least punishable by life imprisonment!"

"Even in today's court of high priests, they wouldn't fare well—they'd all be banished to the Legion of the Redeemers!"

"Surrendering means certain death, being captured means certain death too!"

Either way, it's a dead end!

He then shifted his tone, offering a tempting suggestion: "Instead, let's take a gamble and charge in!"

"As long as we break through, all the money and resources in the car will be ours!"

And as long as we don't get caught, no one can convict us—you all know the unspoken rules of this business!

A brief silence fell over the communicator, broken only by the buzzing of electrical current.

But the leader's words had completely shattered the negative mentality of those "weaklings".

How many people in this line of work are not short of money?

Either mages lack resources for cultivation, martial artists lack resources for improvement, or their families are waiting for money to save their lives—they are all driven to desperation by life's circumstances, which is why they resort to this deadly business.

More importantly, nobody wanted to join the Redeemer Legion.

That place, though called "atonement," is indeed "atonement."

Just as the Iron Warriors Legion was divided into more than a dozen branches, the Redeemer Legion was divided into dozens of regiments.

Some are just using labor reform to 'atone for their sins' and will even have a prison sentence, so let it go, just endure it and it will pass.

What I fear most are those groups that risk their lives to "atone" for their sins.

Each group is associated with a different crime, specializing in the dirtiest and most dangerous work:

The Redeemer Legion's Poisonous Textbook Group, Poisonous Catering Group, Poisonous News and Rumor Group, Poisonous Renovation Group, Poisonous Clothing Group, Poisonous Makeup Group, Poisonous Beauty Group

Poisoning Drugs Group, Poisonous Herbs Group, Evil Judges Group, Malicious Provocation Group, Thug Group

Groups of elderly people abusing their children, human traffickers, groups reporting on sexual misconduct, drug dealers, organ trafficking groups, and loan sharking groups.

Sinful Good-Intentioned Wage Arrears Group, Sinful Wage Demand Group, Sinful Wage Increase Group, Sinful Compensation Group...

Embezzling corporations, criminal oil companies, criminal additive companies, wicked truck driver companies, vicious matchmaker companies...

Basically, any crime that crosses the legal red line and completely breaks through the bottom line of human morality will be thrown directly into the legion of redeemers without any leniency.

Regardless of whether you have connections or money to bribe officials.

The court of psychics rarely shows leniency on this point.

After all, this is the core method to deter all desperate criminals.

Those who commit heinous crimes, such as human traffickers, organ dealers, and drug lords, will suffer the worst fate.

They will be branded as "consumables" and sent to the most dangerous battlefields to be completely consumed!

And those crimes that are slightly less serious, but still intolerable to modern people, such as...

Although they didn't have to die directly, they had to endure endless labor reform.

They would be assigned to the harshest environments, digging defensive trenches and carrying giant city bricks. They had no rest time, and when they were hungry, they would eat dry, hard coarse grain cakes and when they were thirsty, they would drink raw water until they were completely exhausted.

Meanwhile, in the ancient capital, how could they blatantly violate the ban and become tomb raiders?

If caught, he will most likely be sentenced to civil engineering.

They worked day and night to build fortresses, strongholds, and fortresses.

When the magic power was exhausted, they used their own bodies to carry the load—moving stones, digging trenches, doing whatever was most tiring.

Even more "thoughtful" is that the Redeemer Legion will also inject everyone with Mighty Ant Serum.

This serum, produced in large quantities and with excellent cost-effectiveness, can significantly improve the strength and endurance of the recipient, allowing you to continue working even when you are extremely tired.

However, the side effects are alarmingly severe; minor skin and limb abnormalities (less than 3%) are considered minor issues.

The key issue is that the cheap version of serum will deplete the recipient's life force.

When they die, they don't even leave behind a complete corpse; they are taken away and reused.

Who wouldn't be afraid of such "treatment"?

.......

"Damn it! I'll risk it!"

Finally, a roar came from the communicator of a Hummer, breaking the silence.

Once there's a first one, there will be a second and a third.

The engines of the three heavily armed Hummers roared simultaneously.

The wheels rolled over the ground, kicking up clouds of dust, and charged headlong toward the Devourers' defensive line!