Bang—

Duan Ling landed heavily.

The rooftop cracked under his feet.

Yet, he was unscathed, and his aura continued to intensify.

My god...

Mystic Martial Artist!?

Fang Qingyu was momentarily stunned.

Two Mystic Martial Artists in a single squad!?

This revelation shocked Fang Qingyu, who had read through the data...

He hadn't seen Duan Ling in action before, assuming he was in the Micro Realm.

In the team, only Lin Kang was known to be a Mystic.

He didn't expect Duan Ling to hide his true strength so well.

"Qingzi, are you okay? This time I'll help you regain your face!!!"

As Duan Ling landed, he immediately looked at Fang Qingyu.

"I'm fine."

Seeing Fang Qingyu shake his head.

Only then did Duan Ling turn his gaze.

He then noticed Li Hu under the feet of the two Gods.

"Let's go..."

The two Gods, seeing this, remained very calm, yet decisive.

As for the elder, the Pantheon...

They were merely methods to regain their power.

With the people here dead, they could simply move on to the next city; the pantheon would worship them once again, making no difference.

"Leave?"

"Ha, try leaving!"

But Duan Ling was in no rush, his lips curling into a cold smile.

Just as the words left his lips.

The piercing sound of rotors tearing through the air came from afar.

Hair falling beside Duan Ling's ears suddenly rose with the chaotic air, as the first dark green armed helicopter emerged from the southeast corner of the building...

The second and third helicopters emerged from the gaps between the buildings in different directions.

But it wasn't over yet.

When the last transport helicopter bearing the Black Hawk emblem rose from the north, the entire rooftop was encased in an iron cage, impermeable.

Duan Ling's voice pierced through the roaring metal swarm: "Now, can you leave?"

This grand scene...

Even Fang Qingyu couldn't help but feel his heart surge with excitement.

Then, numerous figures leaped from the helicopters... Among them were martial artists and believers.

All marked with red names!!

The crowd surrounded the two Gods, their expressions frosty...

The sense of oppression instantly overwhelmed the two Gods!

"How's that, Qingzi, satisfied with this scene?"

Duan Ling at this moment seemed like a gang leader... boasting of his methods to Fang Qingyu.

"Satisfied."

Fang Qingyu nodded earnestly.

You could say... he couldn't be more satisfied.

Then Duan Ling looked at the two Gods still standing in place.

His expression showed a hint of disdain.

"Two unknown minor Gods from a shabby place, I now declare your arrest, will you surrender obediently, or resist?"

As soon as the words fell, anger flashed across their faces...

One of them was about to step forward.

But was held back by the other, who shook his head at him.

Actually, Duan Ling wasn't wrong...

They indeed were minor Gods, confined to a small regional faith.

As time passed.

They were without believers, not for luck at being summoned through the pantheon's ritual.

They would still be in another world.

Serving as bullied entities.

Thus, they cherished their lives.

Since it was the only chance to regain power and strengthen in the human world.

"We..."

One of them was about to surrender.

But didn't expect Duan Ling to completely ignore conventional behavior.

Before he finished speaking, Duan Ling frowned and loudly rebuked.

"What!? You dared to resist!!"

"Damn it, attack!!!"

As the words fell.

The crowd, including Fang Qingyu, rushed forward.

The two Gods saw this, their expressions immediately terrified, hurriedly waving their hands.

"No, we choose to surrender!!!"

"We want to join the Federation and contribute to society!!!"

But these words...

Were directly ignored by the crowd.

The combat was exhilarating.

And very swift.

Two Divine Descent Bodies were thoroughly ravaged to death.

Fang Qingyu joined in the fray opportunistically.

And seized the final blow on the two Gods.

"Alright, we still have tasks over there."

"Hope our Dragon Spine Camp produces a Martial God talent."

"Remember to call us for such activities next time."

As things concluded.

The crowd came quickly and left quickly.

They came to bid farewell to Duan Ling, then patted Fang Qingyu's shoulder, and boarded the helicopters again.

Soon vanished into the sky.

"Who are these people...?"

Fang Qingyu curiously looked at Duan Ling.

Duan Ling smiled hearing this, "They're from our Dragon Spine Camp."

"I've noticed every time you go on a mission, issues arise, so this time I informed them in advance. When Li Hu called for help, they were already on their way."

"..."

Fang Qingyu's mouth twitched listening.

The words made him feel like he was Conan.

Yet the Pantheon people always pestered him, there wasn't much he could do.

But this time it was a one-time sweep.

This was the headquarters of the Qingjian City Pantheon, tonight easily eradicated by the crowd.

Not just the believers.

Even these Gods, were all captured.

But until Li Hu was stretchered away for treatment, Fang Qingyu and Duan Ling exchanged a glance, suddenly realizing.

Wait a minute...

Where's Lin Kang!?

Thus, the Divine Management Bureau personnel mobilized urgently again.

Eventually quickly found Lin Kang's body beside the isolated street.

Covered in blood, suffering multiple fractures.

Almost unrecognizable.

But his achievements... were outstanding!!

In the Profound Tier, to kill a Divine Descent Body of the same tier!!

The higher the realm.

The greater the gap in combat strength with a God of the same tier.

This is common knowledge.

Being able to kill a god at the Profound Tier means Lin Kang's combat strength is among the top in the same tier martial artists.

As for Fang Qingyu killing a Micro Realm god with Breaking Mortality.

That's even more terrifying.

But for some reason, it wasn't publicized.

Fang Qingyu doesn't care about these things.

As long as there are rewards given, that's enough.

The event reached its concluding stage.

During this time, two members of the third squad were sacrificed.

Fang Qingyu and the others silently watched as the broken bodies were carried out wrapped in body bags.

It was really too late.

Encountering the Alien God believers happened in an instant.

No one could react.

After all, the area had already been completely searched once.

No one knew where these people suddenly appeared from.

And it was thanks to Fang Qingyu...

That only two people were sacrificed in this battle.

At that time, Fang Qingyu almost single-handedly protected one set of stairs, allowing others to guard the other side, minimizing the casualties...

Otherwise, Duan Ling could hardly imagine the consequences.

Because of one den.

Most of the third squad was buried.

She would become the biggest sinner.

So upon learning the ins and outs, Duan Ling patted Fang Qingyu on the shoulder again.

"Thank you."

But Fang Qingyu didn't feel much.

In that kind of environment.

He believed, if someone else had the ability, they would have done the same.

He just did what should be done.

Even though he's constantly been attacked alone.

But the Divine Management Bureau is his biggest support.

This, Fang Qingyu truly felt.

"Let's go back and rest first, everyone is tired tonight, whatever needs to be discussed can wait until tomorrow."

Duan Ling clapped her hands, arranged for a car, and sent everyone who wasn't injured back to the bureau.

In the car.

The atmosphere was exactly the opposite of when they came.

The lighthearted atmosphere had turned somewhat heavy.

No one spoke along the way.

Fang Qingyu also returned to the dormitory in silence.

He let out a long breath.

Calmed his thoughts and looked at the chart.

Although tonight was tough.

The gains were quite remarkable.

Earlier in the stairwell, he had already maximized the Qi Blood Technique and the Observation Method.

But now there are still 6 skill points left.

And 3 strands of Divine Origin!!

This time, that Candle Dragon must have taken notice.

Three gods...

If it weren't for this attack on the headquarters, Fang Qingyu wouldn't know where to get these origins.

Trying each one strand by strand.

Let's see what comes next.

[Detected material for profession advancement, choose to advance profession?]

"Yes."

Fang Qingyu muttered in his heart.

The moment he confirmed.

His retina was sliced by black and white colors.

The surrounding environment had entered the eternal night.

As if thrown into the river of time, days and nights continually changing before his eyes.

Soon a stone table, a chair, and a woman appeared slowly with the passage of time.

When the woman fully appeared.

Time reverted to normal.

Fang Qingyu's vision also became clear again.

He still couldn't see the woman's face behind the crown of ribbons.

But this must be the Candle Dragon, without a doubt.

This time the woman was playing with a wisp of black energy in her hands, and Fang Qingyu cast an expectant glance.

The Five Gods...

He just took some time to look it up.

They are quite famous.

This time it should work, right?!

But in less than two seconds.

This time, not only her eyes were disdainful, but her entire being exuded a particularly disdainful aura, directly throwing the black stream at Fang Qingyu.

Striking him on the head...

A feeling of vertigo caused by the inversion of day and night hit him again.

Fang Qingyu woke up, back in the dorm room in reality...

A prompt jumped out on the chart.

[The Candle Dragon God refuses to fuse with inferior origins, profession advancement failed]

[Convert the Blood River Origin into 4 skill points?]

"...Even this won't do?"

Fang Qingyu frowned tightly, it seemed as if he could still feel the impact on his forehead.

But it doesn't matter.

He still has two strands, there's still a chance to try.

Treat the dead horse as if it were alive.

Even if the Candle Dragon is unwilling to fuse, he doesn't lose anything.

So Fang Qingyu pointed at the next strand of origin...

Day and night rotated.

The woman seemed surprised that Fang Qingyu reappeared.

Pausing slightly for a second.

Only then did another stream appear in her hand.

But this time, she didn't wait for the stream to congeal.

With a wide sleeve swing, she scattered the stream.

Fang Qingyu heard a thunderous dragon roar explode by his ear.

As the world spun around.

Rapidly returned to the dorm.

If previously was a slow return allowing time for reaction...

Just now was a quick return.

Like being slapped back by a hand.

Fang Qingyu sat up straight again, he didn't believe it.

Could it really be that nothing is worthy!?

He directly clicked on the last strand of origin.

Yet this time, before the night and day illusion unfolded.

A cold voice, like jade clashing, pierced through time and space.

In the illusion before his eyes.

The Candle Dragon God, her golden robes billowing like clouds, rose abruptly from the river of time.

"You..."

She pinched the wisp of twisted bloody origin between her fingers, the long river of night and day behind her roared and boiled.

"If you bring trash again..."

"I will stuff the trash in your mouth!!"

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