After leaving the world of all NPCs

All living beings, all creation, including the lake that once existed... were reduced to nothingness in that divine thunder that purified the world.

105 Cain's Personal Opinion

The heaven and earth are purified.

The lightning that purified everything disappeared in the sky, as if a god had closed his eyes.

The open space in the center of the shrine was filled with absolute silence and emptiness.

The remaining building frame outlined a distorted silhouette in the faint red light of the embers, and the cracks on the ground were like scars on the earth.

Ye Zuochen stood alone amidst the dreadful wreckage, gazing at the empty space where Qi Yi had vanished. He sighed softly, his emotion unrecognizable: "To think he managed to escape... he's quite capable."

Bismarck's blond hair flowed freely, his blue eyes as cold as ice. He analyzed sharply, "He instantly transformed himself into mist. At the same time, ripples of absolute darkness appeared where he disappeared, unable to reflect any light. It seemed to be a sign of spatial displacement."

"Alien erosion."

Ye Zuochen uttered four words.

"A foreign land?" Bismarck asked. Her instinct as a commander of the iron bloodline made her highly alert to any unknown threats.

"The corridor leading to the exoplanet is the eternal exile of Cain, the God of Sin," Ye Zuochen explained. "A vacuum world drained of magical energy, it is also the original bridge for life to make interstellar leaps. The Forgotten War King was originally a member of the 'Heavenly Tribe'. Now with Cain's assistance, returning to this alien world is not difficult."

"Wait!" Kirasaka Sayaka couldn't help but interrupt, "Is Amebu a person from the future or an alien? You said he was from the future, and then you said aliens."

"The Tian tribe are aliens, and so are the dragons of this world. As for her..." Ye Zuochen glanced at Xiao Lingcai, who had a sullen look on her face, "She's a genuine person from the future."

"A... future person?!" Himeragi Setsuna covered her still red and swollen cheeks, her brown eyes widened in shock as she looked at Akatsuki Reina carefully.

The almost identical facial features made her feel dizzy and absurd, and her eyes involuntarily moved back and forth between the other person and herself.

In addition to the different eye color, her breasts are indeed more prominent than mine.

"Wow! Really?!" Kirasaka Sayaka's reaction was completely different. Her green eyes lit up instantly, and she completely forgot the solemnity of the occasion. She took a few steps to Xiao Lingcai's side, opened her arms and gave her a warm hug. She even rubbed her head against her cheek affectionately, and her voice was filled with undisguised excitement: "Little Lingcai from the future? So cool! Let me get close to you!"

Xiao Lingcai froze at her sudden enthusiasm.

"Commander," Frederick the Great interrupted this brief interlude, "the most urgent task is to control the situation over there."

Ye Zuochen nodded slightly.

In the sky, the thick thunderclouds that covered the entire Kanagawa and emitted the power of destruction quickly dissipated like the receding tide, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, revealing a clear but pale sky.

At the same time, a white cloud emitting a warm glow silently condensed under Ye Zuochen's feet and then extended out.

The clouds were like a living carpet, gently holding up Ye Zuochen himself, and also carrying Xiao Lingna, Kirasaka Sayaka, Frederick the Great, Bismarck, and the surrounding sword wizard girls who had been knocked to the ground by Ye Zuochen's slap.

These sword witch girls still had clear red and swollen palm prints on their faces, and their eyes were filled with confusion, fear and a trance of surviving a disaster.

They supported each other to stand up, looking numbly around at the ruined shrine and the huge crater in the distance that looked like the scar of a god. Their minds were blank and they had no idea where to go.

The First True Ancestor, Future Man, Tianbu, Prime Minister Tunshi...

The sword wizards felt as if they knew something extraordinary.

Because of the education they received from the Lion King Agency, these sword wizards generally had no opinions of their own. Now that they knew a secret that seemed so important that it could determine the fate of the world, they all felt their heads buzzing.

Da da!

The distinct sound of footsteps came from deep within the ruined corridors of the shrine.

Yuantangyuan led Xianguyong out slowly.

Yuan Tang Yuan stopped, glanced at the sword wizards on the platform who were all confused, took a deep breath, and displayed the absolute majesty of an instructor of the Lion King Agency.

"Silence! The situation is complex and beyond our expectations. However, the Lion King Agency's fundamental purpose in responding to magical disasters remains unchanged! Now, everyone, immediately form your formation and follow the command of this Excellency!"

Xian Guyong also took a step forward. His voice was not as harsh as Yuan Tangyuan's, but it was clearly heard by every sword wizard.

"I give this order in the name of the Three Saints of the Lion King Agency. From now on, all personnel will obey the orders of His Excellency Ye Zuochen."

Ye Zuochen stood on the clouds, looking down. "Xiao Lingcai has a deep connection with the Lion King Organization. With that in mind, I am willing to grant you temporary shelter."

"Of course, if you think it's more appropriate to continue to be loyal to that piece of trash..."

Ye Zuochen tilted his head slightly and glanced casually at Ge Zongci, whose legs were broken and no longer in human form.

"I have no objection either."

A brief moment of dead silence.

All the sword wizards involuntarily followed Ye Zuochen's gaze and looked at Ge Zongci lying in a pool of blood.

The once arrogant and ferocious face now only showed twisted pain and dying dejection.

The hideous wound and glaring bloodstains on the broken leg were like the cruelest warning.

Fear, awe of power, and the only hope for the future...all these emotions intertwined fiercely in the eyes of the sword wizards.

The sword wizards looked at Ye Zuochen and all felt that he was right.

On one side are those who treat them as tools, and on the other side are those who want to give them freedom.

On one side is a fool who is stupid and ignorant, not even understanding the situation, but acts as if everything is under control; on the other side is a king who is powerful and confident, and can compete with the first true ancestor, the god of sin, Cain, in a battle of wits and courage.

and……

The sword wizards felt that Ye Zuochen was more trustworthy, at least more trustworthy than the Lion King Agency that raised them.

Moreover.

Now the instructor of the Lion King Agency and one of the Three Saints have expressed their submission and willingness to follow Ye Zuochen.

The next moment, the sword wizards turned around one after another, dragging their still staggering steps towards the cloud that was emitting warm light.

Carefully climb onto the clouds, standing or sitting, close together.

The white clouds carried everyone and rose steadily into the air, like the ark in the myth, silently passing over the dilapidated shrine and drifting towards the devastated land in the distance that had swallowed up the Shinrope Lake and left only a huge deep pit.

call out!

The clouds slowly descended.

The land, which had just experienced the purification of divine thunder and the ravages of bees and snakes, was still covered with debris and the smoke of gunpowder had not yet dissipated.

The surviving Self-Defense Force soldiers and the wounded sword wizards watched as the god-like figure above the clouds slowly descended, and the invisible pressure came crashing down like a real mountain!

Pfft!Pfft!

As if being pinned down by an invisible giant hand, most people are simply unable to resist the trembling from the depths of their souls. Their knees go weak and they kneel down involuntarily, their foreheads pressed tightly against the cold or hot ground, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

That is the instinctive submission of a tiny life in the face of the ultimate existence.

However, there were still a few figures standing stubbornly, standing out among the kneeling crowd.

Yuri Hanami pursed her lips tightly, her neatly combed bob-style medium-length hair was slightly disheveled in the wind, and her innocent face was filled with shock and confusion.

Hikawa Shio stood beside her, tightly gripping his silver Western bow. His eyes, which gave the impression of strength, beneath his black hair stared intently at Ye Zuochen falling from the clouds. His knuckles turned white from the exertion, and his body was as tense as a fully drawn bowstring.

They were among the few who were not completely overwhelmed by fear, but they could only stand there, their bodies as stiff as if they were petrified.

White clouds gently touch the ground.

Ye Zuochen's figure appeared clearly in front of everyone.

Xiao Feisana, the elderly chief priest, had a complex expression on his wrinkled face. He felt relieved to have survived the ordeal, yet also felt a deep sense of awe. He took a step forward and bowed deeply to Ye Zuochen, his gesture extremely respectful. "Thank you, sir, for saving the lives of so many people in Kanagawa Prefecture..."

Ye Zuochen didn't even look at him, and interrupted the old man's thanks with a cold voice.

"Kneel down."

Two words, like a command carved into ice.

Akatsuki Hisano's body suddenly stiffened!

A trace of unconcealable surprise and humiliation flashed across his wrinkled face.

As the chief priest of Kamiota Shrine, he holds a high position. How could he have been treated like this?

What's more, she was also an elder, and this young man actually asked her to kneel...

But... thinking of the divine thunder that just destroyed the lake, thinking of Qi Yi's defeat and escape, thinking of Ge Zongci's miserable situation.

All pride is crushed to dust in the face of absolute power.

Akatsuki Hisano's lips trembled slightly, but she bent her knees with great difficulty, and knelt heavily on the cold ground as if she was carrying a huge burden.

The gray head drooped deeply.

Pfft!Pfft!

Yuri Hanami and Shio Hikawa could no longer hold on. Their legs went limp and they fell to the ground as if their bones had been pulled out, their foreheads hitting the ground heavily.

An Bainai also knelt down, but was thinking in his heart... This Tun Shizai seemed to be a lustful man, and he might have taken a fancy to their sword wizard.

This is also normal.

The Sword Wizard is also a spy.

One of the tasks of a female spy is to use the beauty trap, but the top beauty trap is "love", so these sword wizards give people a simple feeling.

With a little work, maybe...

This thought suddenly came to an abrupt end.

Ye Zuochen suddenly raised his hand and grabbed An Bainai's slender neck like an iron clamp.

"Uh!"

An Bainai's voice was strangled in his throat, and his exquisite face turned red in an instant due to suffocation and horror.

Ye Zuochen didn't hesitate at all. He ignored the humiliation and anger in her eyes, her holy and mysterious temperament, and the pretentious title she spoke.

The other hand roughly grabbed the back of her head, forcibly holding her head in place, then lowered his head and kissed her fiercely.

That was not the intimacy of lovers, but the plunder and judgment of conquerors.

The cold lips covered An Bainai's soft cherry lips.

"Well--!"

An Bainai's pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip in an instant due to extreme fear and humiliation, and his body began to tremble violently.

When their lips touched, a heart-pounding blue-black light, like the flames of hell, instantly lit up deep in Ye Zuochen's throat.

The light poison flowed along his lips and tongue, like the water of the Styx, and violently entered An Bainai's body.

Om-! ! !

All the priestesses who were kneeling on the ground, even with their heads down, felt as if their souls were fiercely stabbed at this moment. They raised their heads suddenly and "saw" with incredible clarity that on An Bainai's holy and spotless body, a phantom blue-black flame suddenly flashed.

All the witches seemed to hear a sharp scream filled with endless resentment from the depths of their souls.

An Bainai's dark consciousness was burned into the embers of time.

In the blink of an eye, the blue-black flames were completely extinguished, as if they had never appeared.

Ye Zuochen suddenly let go of his hand, as if throwing away a doll that had lost its value.

"Ugh..."

An Bainai let out a faint groan, and his body, having lost all support, collapsed limply to the ground.

The consciousness that has been passed down for thousands of years was burned to death by a little spark.

……

The main hall of Shinota Shrine.

The carvings on the dome cast distorted shadows in the dim light.

Ye Zuochen brought a heavy Western-style high-backed chair from somewhere and placed it steadily in the center of the hall, like a throne.

Frederick the Great stands behind him on the right like a dark Madonna.

Bismarck stands at the left rear, his red and black cloak fluttering in the wind.

Below, more than forty beautiful sword witch girls with different figures knelt neatly on the cold stone floor like the most docile lambs. They were silent, with their eyes lowered or looking up at the throne in awe.

Ye Zuochen's voice broke the silence: "Akatsuki Feishano."

The old chief priest immediately bowed deeply: "Yes."

"Lead the remaining forces of the Self-Defense Forces to search for a dragon. She can transform into a humanoid girl and knows the spatial coordinates of the Ark of the God of Blame, which is sealed in a foreign land."

"I will obey your command."