106 The Immortal’s Blessing, Part 4

At the very moment when Unit-01 was pierced through by Gilgamesh’s primordial and cataclysmic Star of Creation, Li Lin seemed to catch sight of a towering figure, one whose mere existence could obliterate worlds with a single word and whose presence alone could shake the entire cosmos.

“President, you’re taking leave?” Akugane asked in disbelief as she looked at Elrico reclining in his chair.

From the moment he leapt down, Gilrovsky forced himself to shut his eyes, block his ears, and suppress his thoughts, unwilling to witness the tragic sight of his silent “comrade” lying barely alive in a trench filled with sharp wooden stakes.

Dao Wushuang frowned, somewhat puzzled by Cold Star Soul’s uncharacteristic hesitation—something she had never seen before.

In response, Desai resolved to strike before Prussia could regain its strength. Leveraging the influence of the French Empire and Emperor Napoleon, along with assistance from Austria and Saxony, he aimed to further suppress a secretly nursing Prussia, reducing its chances of collaborating with Russia in 1813 to annex Poland.

If Desai recalled correctly, in the imminent Third Austro-French War, General Oudinot would step over Marshal Lannes’ blood to claim the imperial marshal’s honor and scepter.

Upon hearing Li Lin’s words, Zhi’s expression suddenly turned strange and serious, which made Li Lin feel somewhat embarrassed.

Unable to control his posture in midair, Chen Yin could only tumble along with Icaran’s massive frame, both falling toward the earth.

Out of respect for his elder, I agreed to stay in Belgado for several days to assist Mr. Faria with the on-site planning and data verification of the river engineering project, and I entrusted a messenger to explain the situation here to Colonel Rusty.

The barrage of bullets and missiles need no elaboration; countless Hurricanes launched guided weapons whose fiery exhaust streams nearly obscured the sky.

Later, he succumbed alone to a terminal illness in a hospital, with no family or friends by his side. Strangely, he was reborn into his youth, only to suffer a car accident on his way home, where he encountered Zhou Bai, who unexpectedly inherited part of his memories.

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Jasmine and Sophina had been rivals for years, but in recent times, Sophina had dominated. This time, Jasmine finally had a chance to turn the tables.

“Reporting, Second Young Master, Mo San and Mo Si have been found, but they’re already dead!” A middle-aged man dressed as a servant of the Mo family knelt in panic.

With that, Thor quickly suppressed his aura and then, together with the God of Sewing, went to the palace. Using a crystal ball, the God of Sewing observed Lulu’s room. As this city was hers, she could watch any part of it at will.

A gust of cold wind swept through the thin clothing, causing Huijue to shiver involuntarily.

Undeniably, luck played a part: when Xiye approached Luo Yi, he was in bat form, rendering all gear ineffective—essentially naked—since only in human form did his equipment function.

Seeing Huoyue’s determined resolve, Young Master Bai’s heart ached, but he remained silent, merely exhaling a soul onto Huijue’s lifeless body on the ground.

With a flap of wings, a wave of black flame feathers shot toward the approaching Federation soldiers. Some, caught off guard by their overzealous charge, were instantly destroyed, unable to evade.

Faced with two options, Li Qiang did not hesitate to choose the more challenging path: joining the university’s varsity team. Joining the high school team was a joke—the competition wasn’t nearly as fierce as the CBA! It was only slightly harder than the Youth League, far from challenging enough.

I desperately tried to stop myself from crying, but tears flowed uncontrollably. Su Yue’e could do nothing but hold me as I wept in her arms.

“Star Yuan” was a superior flying sword crafted by Yuchagang’s secret war, one of seven elite blades. Given time, with further refinement by Tai Shu Yue Shan, this sword would become an ancient divine weapon—an inevitability.

A sense of relief washed over me: it was shattered, so it wasn’t just my imagination. I closed my eyes weakly, though consciousness lingered unwilling to depart.

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“Come on, boss, show me your miracle,” Qin Dong said with a smile, reaching out to lift Long Sheng’s shirt.

“Ha ha, you caught me!” Duncan replied with a somewhat dazed expression. Unlike half a century ago, the years had bestowed him with the aura of a wise fool.

Leaning back proudly, Carnegie lifted off the ground into the air. The basket before him seemed crystal clear, like an ocean of certainty—just one shot and the ball would surely go in.

Sawin knew this was a thorny matter, but having already spoken his mind, it would be embarrassing to back down now. “Where there’s a will, there’s a way,” he thought, planning to play it by ear.

Lin Xi was frustrated. Afterward, he took a long leave, and during his absence, a terrifying legend emerged within the prison.

The power within the bloody waves, though worn by the hands of the strange monk, remained a force capable of shaking heaven and earth. Shaoyan, protected by the Greedy Wolf Technique, showed no outward injury, but after leaving the monk’s presence, a trace of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

The lake pavilion was chilly, especially when the wind blew through. Lin Chuxia couldn’t help but sneeze.

At dawn, she left the Di Mansion with Zhang Ren and Black Hawk, while Li Yuanhao returned to the palace to bid farewell to Emperor Song Renzong. The emperor arranged for Li Yuanhao’s escort out of the city, where she had already been waiting beyond the walls.