Who gave you permission to travel through time with Earth?

It must be said... he did a very successful job. The timing was perfect. Everyone, including Fang Jin, had already exhausted their physical strength, mental strength, and even the blood bullets.

Lu Chen, one of the most threatening fighters, was eliminated first, greatly reducing the chances of the others escaping from the room.

"And the parade that I, the great one, manipulated..."

The senior colleague chuckled to himself, this turn of events was truly beyond his expectations. In reality, being separated by a single floor in the company, his influence on Jin Fugui was already very limited.

Moreover, he also had to suppress Jin Fugui's will and influence the lanterns and the parade. Almost all of Jin Fugui's actions stemmed from his own ruthlessness and cruelty.

It even wondered if it had been meddling too much. What if it had never intervened in the Kim brothers' exploration from the beginning, allowing them to navigate the toy box under suspicion, doubt, and the pressure of life and death...

Will it still evolve into the current situation?

"Please... all of you, die!"

At this point, Jin Fugui could no longer suppress his murderous intent. He raised the blood-stained black hat with one hand and quickly smashed the window next to the corridor, letting all the bloody and filthy things in!

Amidst whispers filled with hidden ecstasy, a swarm of scarlet tentacles burst in like raindrops, as the swarming dog-headed birds rushed in like madmen!

The metal they came into contact with along the way was crushed and torn apart, and the blood spurting from the gaps was highly corrosive. The dozen or so locomotive-like monster heads were gnawing at each other and fusing together as they approached. The scene was like hell!

Jin Fugui was the first to be overwhelmed by this filthy flesh and blood, but the march did not directly attack him. The turbid currents left in his body by his predecessors created the illusion for the main body of the march that they were half of the same kind.

This makes the latter more inclined to kill other toys first... and only then might they remember to visit him. This is Jin Fugui's biggest advantage in daring to set up such a situation.

"No……"

Xu Rou exclaimed and retreated into the depths of the room with the other two, trying to delay the time it would take for them to be touched by the crowded flesh and blood. Her hands trembled but firmly gripped the gun handles.

Zhou Tongtong's expression gradually darkened, and her body, wrapped in a pink velvet coat, silently adjusted, emitting a metallic clanging sound that made one's teeth ache... This scene made her feel pressured.

"..."

Fang Jin couldn't help but grin, unable to suppress the smile playing on his lips. He knew he shouldn't be acting this way... but the unprecedented sense of fulfillment made him feel excited even though he was imprisoned.

His feelings at this moment were somewhat similar to those of his predecessor: he felt relaxed from the excitement and ecstatic from the chaos. It was through these emotions that he gradually regained his sense of being a human being.

Fang Jin even considered going up to Jin Fugui, patting him on the shoulder, and praising him lavishly... Of course, that was on the condition that the former wouldn't actually take their lives.

Regardless of the method—death imprisonment or failure in the dungeon—he would never want to return to that ignorant and boring darkness. So even though Fang Jin was happy… those who deserved to die still had to be killed.

"After all, no one has ever said... that you can't hate while having fun."

Fang Jin said with a smile, a statement that almost no one present could understand... but that didn't matter, because his familiar gesture afterward completely diverted everyone's attention from his words.

He slowly unbuttoned the right side of his shirt, folded the cuffs upwards layer by layer... and finally revealed a stone watch engraved with silver runes to everyone.

"Mithril... how did it end up on you?!"

Jin Fugui shouted instinctively, but then his expression changed, and his body quickly disappeared into layers of flesh and tentacles, completely covering his tracks.

"This is the insurance I bought for you!"

Fang Jin sneered. Before chasing the Blood and Flesh Parade, he had taken the equipment off Lu Chen and used two reasons to leave the latter speechless.

Firstly, there was naturally suspicion about Jin Fugui. Although they hadn't mentioned the bullet incident, it had left a warning in almost everyone's minds, so it was never wrong to pay close attention to this guy.

Secondly, there was the threat they faced: the carnage. However, Lu Chen's third-tier spiritual equipment, combined with Fang Jin's own Furnace Mode, was already sufficient to create their greatest firepower.

Even in extremely special circumstances where they are surrounded by protesters, they can rely on maximum firepower to burn their way out and temporarily create a way to survive... If necessary, they can also directly vaporize Jin Fugui's head.

Even they never imagined that these two potential threats could ultimately be attributed to one thing: Jin Fugui himself was the culprit who attracted the blood tide.

Fang Jin is not a god. Whether a genius or a mortal, one can only make judgments and deductions based on existing information. He naturally cannot imagine the special circumstances encountered by the Jin brothers out of thin air.

Fortunately, Fang Jin's original plan remained unchanged.

"...Please offer your blood."

Almost instantly, Fang Jin activated the [Holy Son's Commandments] to its maximum power. Twelve stone spikes emerged menacingly from within the dial, piercing Fang Jin's wrists! He drank deeply of the sweet liquid!

They were like mutated spiders, with countless stone spikes piercing through them from front to back, forming a pom-pom flower on their hands, the petals and leaves gradually turning scarlet with blood.

Once the blood-infused casting was complete, deep silver divine runes danced wildly across the stone surface, and a dark, murky white sphere appeared on the dial, its appearance even causing the surrounding air to tremble slightly.

The Holy Son's Discipline is not a growth-type equipment; rather, precisely because it is incomplete, its capacity is fixed, and its output capability has long since reached its limit.

In other words, no matter how much prayer (suffering) the user contributes, the total mass of the force field will not change; only the shape and density of the force field can be changed.

Fang Jin doesn't need any of these things, and he doesn't have time to familiarize himself with how to use them right now. It would take a long time of hard work to mold and shape the discipline field like clay.

All he had to do was compress all the mass as much as possible, discard all other properties that affected density, and the pure, natural white light was suppressed into a gray-iron color close to that of metal.

"...Cannonballs?"

Xu Rou couldn't help but whisper that what she saw flying out of the mithril stone was just a grayish-white substance shaped like a cannonball, which was completely different from the scene when Lu Chen used it.

Fang Jin silently raised his arm, facing the clustered fleshy beast heads and countless flying tentacles, his entire arm was gradually filled with scorching molten fluid!

"Sizzle..."