Kilsager and Chat Groups

Chapter 167 Lungmen Unrestricted Fighting Tournament

Renault: Just treat the chat group as a communication tool.

Renault: The reliable ones are the group members, not the chat group itself.

Tarachin: Anyone want this lion sword that I just picked up and is almost new?

Kilsager: 6, 90% new after 10,000 years, right?

Kilsager: Wait, how did you get that?

Tarachin: The seraph you forgot.

Tarachin: I've covered for you, you're welcome.

Kilsager: Tsk, you've taken a lot of benefits by using my name, haven't you?

Tina: That's a classic move by the old man with the skull.

El: I want to build a demon engine. @Kirsage

Kirsa: Come here, I'll pick out a few for you.

El: Here I come.

In a dark space, several demons, transformed by the Soul Forge, stood silently.

They emanated an eerie light, as if concealing endless evil power.

However, at that moment, a mysterious force suddenly descended and instantly dragged these demons away!

In the blink of an eye, these demons were stuffed into the demon reactor.

El stood to the side, his eyes fixed on the demonic reactor being loaded onto the truck, pondering to himself.

These once hideous demons are about to replace his original magic reactor and become the mech's new power core.

At the same time, El gained the power to control the life and death of these demons from Kirsaj.

With this ability, he not only no longer needs to replenish the mech's energy, but also has no need to worry about these demons betraying him.

Because with just a thought, he could easily decide the fate of these demons.

In this way, a near-perfect reactor was born! It continuously provides the mech with powerful and stable power, allowing the mech to unleash unimaginable strength in battle.

On the other side, Bismarck looked helplessly at Warspite, who was pretending to work. This was the fifth time Warspite had secretly "slacked off" while working.

Ever since this senior colleague joined that so-called chat group, she has become increasingly inattentive at work.

What displeased Bismarck even more was that the war-weary had significantly reduced the attention and care he received.

Thinking of this, Bismarck couldn't help but curse inwardly, "This wretched chat group is the root of all evil!"

Renault: How about we have a get-together in person?

Reno: Amon has suddenly stopped attacking the Empire.

Kilsager: I don't care.

Tarasin: I think it's a good idea.

Azure Star: To whom?

Tina: How about we go to Sister Chen's place?

Chen Huijie: Longmen is currently under riot control, and a bunch of spies have infiltrated. We're planning to wipe them all out today...

El: Hey! Can't I try out my new mech?!

Chen Huijie: Just don't hurt ordinary citizens.

Chen Huijie: Also, Tarachin turned off your auto-pickup feature.

Taracin: You are questioning the character of a collector!

Kirsa: I don't think you're human either.

Tarachin: So when will you be able to take care of the body of the Deathbringer? @Kirsage

Kirsar: Don't worry, it's being done, it's being done.

Tina: Do you mean create a new folder?

Kilsager: Absolutely not.

Tarachin: What does the newbie have to say? @WarWarSickness

War weariness: I don't think that's feasible here.

Kilsager: If you want to be monitored as soon as you go there.

Chen Huijie: Let's set a time. I need to deal with the guys who snuck in first.

Azure Star: OK.

"Lungmen should be open to all of Terra! This is a right and freedom that we all deserve!"

"Expel all the infected! They don't deserve to stay in Lungmen!"

"The technology of the ruins is unreliable! Lungmen cannot rely on the technology of the ruins!"

Shouts rose and fell, and the surging crowd surged forward, trying to break through the strong defenses formed by the Guard Bureau.

In this chaotic scene, the person who had instigated the emotions cunningly hid in the crowd early on, carefully avoiding the sharp eyes of the Royal Guard officers.

He knew full well that if the storm he had stirred up got out of control, the consequences would be unimaginable, but greed and desire drove him to continue taking the risk.

"Old... hasn't Governor Chen given any clear orders yet?" Hoshiguma frowned, looking at the crowd that kept charging towards the front line with a troubled expression.

She gripped her shield tightly, and despite her many battles, she couldn't help feeling anxious in the face of such a large and excited crowd.

"I don't know either! Officer Hoshiguma." When asked, Kira spread her hands helplessly, with an innocent expression on her face.

Indeed, while Rhodes Island has established a close cooperative relationship with Lungmen, it seems rather unreasonable to say that Governor Chen would first convey important instructions to them.

Just as the two were puzzled by this, Hoshiguma's communicator suddenly rang urgently.

Without the slightest hesitation, she quickly picked up the communicator and put it to her ear.

All that could be heard from the other end was Swire's urgent voice: "Changfenlong said that someone else will take over this matter. Our Guard Bureau just needs to follow behind them and clean up the mess!"

Upon hearing this news, Hoshiguma breathed a slight sigh of relief, but her doubts were not completely dispelled.

Who exactly are these people that Governor Chen would entrust with such a thorny issue? And can the arrival of these mysterious figures truly quell the escalating unrest?

As she began to have doubts, several Thunderhawks descended from the sky and hovered behind the Guard Bureau's defensive line.

Its hatch slowly opened, revealing the gray steel giant inside.

"Knock knock knock knock".

They leaped from the Thunderhawk, their heavy terracotta power armor shattering the ground, and five Death Guards stood on the land of Lungmen, wielding giant electric batons and tower shields.

When they move, they advance like a wall of steel.

"All members of the Guard Bureau, make way!" Hoshiguma ordered without hesitation, looking at the steel giants.

Some panicked Royal Guard officers quickly slipped through the gaps between the Death Guards, leaving only five people exuding an aura of death to face.

Many of them were citizens who joined the march on a whim, and many quietly retreated after seeing the Death Guard.

Unbeknownst to the spies who had infiltrated the crowd, their figures had already been marked by the Death Guard.

"This...isn't necessary?" Huang's fur was already standing on end. Wasn't it too extravagant to use these giants to quell the unrest?

At that moment, Chen's voice came through Hoshiguma's communicator: "All agitators and spies have been marked. All personnel, launch an assault!"

As soon as Chen Huijie gave the order, the Death Guards who were standing still moved almost simultaneously.

A moving wall of steel pressed down on the crowd. The first group of people to come into contact with it were knocked away by the Death Guard's tower shield, followed by the swing of the stun baton.

The Death Guards rolled over the crowd like bulldozers, and thanks to Astartes's neurotic reflexes, not a single incited citizen was killed.

Those tagged spies and agitators were not so lucky; they were met with precise interceptions from the Death Guard.

"That's too brutal." Huang swallowed hard as he looked at the "corpses" scattered on the ground.

“They’re not dead yet, they can still be saved.” Hoshiguma examined some of the “corpses” and found that they hadn’t suffered any serious injuries.

"Can that be saved too?" Huang pointed to a miserable Ursus man whose limbs had been torn off by the Death Guard.

“That’s an Ursus spy.” Hoshiguma checked her terminal; all the information about the mannequin was displayed on it.

At a fish ball stall in Longmen, the agitator who had already fled was leaning against a pillar, panting heavily.

"Hehe, I must survive." He'd completely gone mad after glancing back at one of his comrades being beheaded by the Death Guard. "I must survive, get that million LMD, and then..."

Before he could finish speaking, a shadow fell over him.

He looked up, and the familiar gray armor and blood-red goggles shattered his illusions.

Yellow liquid flowed from his crotch, his expression became frenzied, and he opened his mouth, wanting to spill all the information.

The Death Guard didn't give him a chance to speak, grabbing his head and pulling it out along with his spine.

A corpse lay in a pool of blood, the Death Guard pinned the head to his waist, and then continued along the predetermined path.

"It's matured." The ordinary citizen Wei watched the whole thing.

"Now you can rest assured." The ordinary rapper picked up a fish ball.

"It should be left to the younger generation," sighed the frail old man leaning on his cane.