I'm here to save the world, what are you doing?

In order to ensure the authenticity of the disguise, some soldiers with acting talent even learned various dialects and professional habits.

A few hours later, these "citizens" began to enter Splenda in batches.

They entered the city through different entrances and at different times without arousing anyone's suspicion.

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At noon the next day, the streets of Splenda looked no different than usual.

Pedestrians are still bustling about, vendors are still hawking their goods, everything is so peaceful and harmonious.

Along the Luminara River, the leaves of the sycamore trees rustled in the breeze, and mottled light and shadows swayed gently on the stone road.

The river water sparkled in the sun, and occasionally a few water birds flew by, leaving beautiful reflections on the water.

A citizen who looks to be around forty years old is leisurely sitting on a bench by the river, taking a nap with his eyes slightly closed, enjoying this rare afternoon time.

He was wearing a plain cotton shirt and had some graying hair, looking like a retired peddler.

Suddenly, someone sat down next to him and patted his shoulder gently with a cold hand.

The citizen slowly opened his eyes and turned to look at the newcomer.

The man was wrapped in a black cloak that was shiny dirty, covering his entire body even under the scorching sun.

The hem of the cloak was stained with suspicious dark red stains and emitted a faint smell of rust.

"My friend, what's the matter?"

the citizen asked politely, his voice calm and friendly.

The man didn't answer immediately, but just squeezed out a creepy chuckle from the back of his throat, and then slowly took off his hood.

Suddenly, a hideous face was exposed in the sunlight.

It was a face that did not resemble a human at all. The skin was an unnatural purple-black color, covered with twisted scars and strange lines.

The most terrifying thing was those eyes, which flashed with crazy and evil light, as if they came from the demons in the depths of hell.

Normally, the Fallen look no different from ordinary people.

But there are always some people who, under the temptation of power, choose to fully embrace the power of chaos, thus presenting an corroded and distorted appearance.

"Domo, Citizen-san, Chaos Cult desu~"

The man put his hands together and gave the citizens an extremely terrifying smile, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth.

Then, he pulled out a gleaming scimitar from his bosom, with dried blood still on the blade.

This is standard procedure for Chaos Cults when performing Dread Sacrifice.

They would reveal their identities first, causing the victims to feel desperate and fearful, and then kill.

Doing so can make the "sacrifice"'s fear reach its peak at the time of death, providing the Supreme Heaven with more "delicious" energy.

The Fallen One looks forward to seeing an expression of fear, despair, and pleading on the face of this ordinary citizen before slowly torturing him to death amidst his cries.

However, the development of things was completely beyond his expectations.

The citizens who should have been terrified not only did not show any fear, but suddenly revealed an extremely happy smile.

That expression was as excited as someone who had been hungry for several days suddenly seeing a table full of delicious food.

"Yo huh? The corrupted people from other places actually came to Splenda to do evil things?"

The citizen's voice suddenly became threatening, and his originally gentle expression suddenly became dangerous.

Fallen:? ? ?

Before the Chaos Cult members could react to what was happening, they felt dizzy and the next second, they were thrown to the ground by a beautiful over-the-shoulder throw from the citizens.

"what!"

The Fallen let out a scream, feeling as if his bones were about to break.

"Let me introduce myself."

The citizen used his knees to firmly control the fallen, grinning grimly:

"My name is John Smith, a soldier of the 1st Company, 3rd Battalion, 1st Guards Infantry Division, with the rank of Corporal."

"The Chaos Cult is looking for us, and aren't we also looking for the Chaos Cult?"

"I've been sitting here for three hours, just catching you stinky fish and shrimp!"

John flexed his fist, making a crackling sound:

"Justice executed!"

In order to punish this lawless villain, he did not hesitate to give him an imperialist iron fist.

"Aieeeeee!"

With one punch, the Chaos Cult member was killed.

"Fuck!"

Soldier John was startled and immediately scratched his head helplessly:

"I haven't even used my strength yet, why did you send it?"

"Really? I wanted to teach you a lesson, but you turned out to be so weak."

He sighed, then muttered to himself happily:

"Forget it, we are all living our best!"

"Go talk to my third-class merit!"

Similar scenes are happening simultaneously in every corner of Splenda.

In Glory Square, a Chaos Cult member tried to attack a housewife who was buying groceries, but was hit in the head by a beautiful roundhouse kick.

Then the big, stocky housewife took off her wig.

In a coffee shop in the commercial district, a group of degenerates tried to create a mass panic, but they found that all the customers in the coffee shop were disguised soldiers and were surrounded in an instant.

Some members of the Chaos Cult tried to shout "Long Live the Supreme Heaven" in crowded places and then explode, but as soon as they shouted the first word, they were knocked to the ground by soldiers who had been lurking in the crowd.

"Stop shouting!"

A soldier disguised as a passerby knocked out a cult member who was about to self-destruct with one punch:

"Your performance was wonderful, but the farce is over!"

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PS: This could have been posted earlier, but the quality has been slightly polished.

Before I knew it, it was already half past four.

The Ministry of Defense in the novel is composed of the Army Headquarters and the Navy Headquarters, so Lucius is looking for the Secretary of State for War.

Chapter 118: 113-The worst that can happen is sinking the main material plane! (8K)

In a private room of a luxurious club somewhere in Splenda City.

As glasses clinked and cups were passed around, the aroma of fine wine and the intoxication of power filled the air.

The crystal chandelier casts a warm glow, illuminating everyone in the room.

Tiberius was sitting upright in the main seat, his usual gloomy and cold expression gone, replaced by a smug smile.

Around him sat a dozen supporters. Although these people were not the core officials of the empire, they at least held real power and had a certain influence in the political arena.

At this moment, these people were vying to flatter Tiberius, with a flattering smile on everyone's face, as if they had seen a bright future beckoning to them.

"Your Highness is truly wise and powerful!"

A middle-aged nobleman with a portly figure raised his glass and praised loudly:

"This plan is a stroke of genius. It takes them by surprise and strikes them when they are unprepared!"

"If you ask me, the most admirable thing about Your Highness is his courage."

"Such decisiveness, perhaps only Your Highness in the entire empire can possess it!"

Another noble stroked his beard and echoed:

"Who else would dare to do this under the Emperor's nose..."

He suddenly fell silent and made a beheading gesture, which caused everyone in the room to laugh.

"Hahaha, I think it's only a matter of time before His Highness ascends the throne!"

Someone else clapped his hands and cheered, his face flushed with joy as he spoke:

"When it comes to foresight and foresight, who in the entire empire can compare to Your Highness?"

"Those hesitant old foxes simply couldn't see that His Highness was playing a big game!"

These people spoke one after another, and every word was a flattery and praise for Tiberius.

They seemed to have already seen the day when Tiberius would ascend the throne before they succeeded in their plan, and these "loyal ministers" would occupy an important position in the new empire.

Oh, I'm fantasizing again.

The emperor is in his prime. If those old foxes who truly hold power rashly take sides at this critical juncture, it would be a real disaster.

Only people like them, who are in an awkward position and cannot reach the core of power but are unwilling to give up, would be so impatient to make the risky move of investing in advance.

Listening to the flattery that came one after another, Tiberius' vanity was greatly satisfied.

"Thank you all for your kindness!"

Tiberius suddenly laughed, raised his glass, and said heroically:

"If you become rich and powerful, don't forget me! When I ascend the throne, everyone here will be a hero of the empire!"

"When the time comes, those who deserve to be made marquises will be made marquises, and those who deserve to be made prime ministers will be made prime ministers. I will never forget your support today!"

These words were spoken passionately, and the atmosphere in the box became even more heated.

Everyone raised their glasses to celebrate, as if Tiberius had already ascended the throne and they had become important officials of the new dynasty.

Domitian sat at Tiberius's right hand, a proper smile on his face.

At an angle invisible to everyone, a subtle hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes.

Do these idiots really think things will be so simple?

However, he did not pour cold water on it.

Now Tiberius needs the help of these people, even if they are just a mob.

After all, in their view, this was just a big chess game played by Tiberius.

He arranged for people to pretend to be "fallen people" and caused panic among the people, and then he took action to resolve the situation himself, demonstrating his ability as a prince.

Yes, in their view, there is no such thing as a Chaos Cult; it is all just an act.

Just as everyone was immersed in the illusory joy of victory, the door of the box was suddenly pushed open.

Everyone's eyes turned to the door, the laughter and conversation stopped abruptly, and the entire box fell silent in an instant.

A man in businessman's clothes walked in. His face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it, and there was an unresolvable worry between his brows.

This is a Chaos Cult member disguised as a businessman.

When he saw the person coming, Tiberius' face immediately showed a happy expression.

He thought this person was here to report good news, perhaps that the Chaos Cult had made significant progress in its operations, or had successfully created large-scale chaos.

"How's it going? How's it going?"

Tiberius asked impatiently, his voice rising slightly with excitement:

"Have the people of Splenda already fallen into panic? Has that kid Lucius been exhausted?"

However, the fallen man's answer was like a bucket of cold water, pouring chills down Tiberius from head to toe.

"Your Excellency Tiberius..."

The Fallen shook his head, his voice trembling slightly:

"Something went wrong with the plan."