My Apocalypse Territory-Chapter 587 - 518: Sorry to Disturb (Long - )_2

Until that transcendent aura descended.

Lorraine glanced up, her gaze seeming to penetrate the ceiling to see the person hovering in the air.

"You dare cause trouble on my turf?"

Her Space Ring flashed.

A completely silver firearm appeared in her grasp.

Streamers of light flowed like water across the gun, dense engravings flitting by momentarily.

Lorraine raised the Divine Weapon sniper rifle, angling the barrel at a seventy-five-degree angle upward.

"Ignore Space."

"Absolute Hit."

"Powerful Strike."

The transcendent high above was already locked in her sights.

As time passed, the power of this shot would only grow stronger, whether the target was a resilient transcendent or layered with multiple defenses...

Under the strike of this absolute hit, they would inevitably fall.

This was Lorraine’s inherited profession: once Voldemort took action, blood was sure to spatter.

In the end, she didn’t pull the trigger, allowing that transcendent to escape.

After all, killing a transcendent wouldn’t make her any money... If she had intended to shoot, she could have quietly built up the charge without revealing her killing intent, and only when the bullet fired would one possibly detect it.

...

Entertainment City, square.

Mozang and about a dozen others didn’t resist; they willingly let themselves be tied up like dumplings.

Surrounded, surrendering seemed the right choice.

Look,

Becky and the others not only got beaten blue and swollen, they even passed out, whereas in comparison, they still managed to retain a bit of their noble dignity...

It’s not the pain you fear, but lest others fare worse than you.

For a moment, Mozang almost felt relieved.

Mark divided a few dozen men to guard the prisoners, while the rest dispersed to maintain order.

Perhaps it was because the troublemakers hadn’t dared to lay hands on the nobles; apart from a few weaklings who had fainted from being overborne by transcendent presence, most remained unflustered, even actively cooperating with Mark and the others to maintain order.

This play was quite spectacular.

Leaving a group of nobles with a sense of schadenfreude exceptionally satisfied.

Other freedmen and mercenaries, in face of the obviously extraordinary background of Green Shadow Entertainment City, dared not provoke at this time.

Unless they fancied joining those lying on the ground.

The losses were quickly tallied.

The destruction was mostly near the entrance, and shop owners, seeing the trouble, often fled at the first sign, with few injuries.

Instead, it was the hired Mercenary Corps at the front line, where injured, dying, or even dead Awakeners were numerous.

Mark administered diluted Recovery Potions to the wounded, one by one.

—Neither too potent to attract attention nor too weak to cling to the mercenaries’ lives, and help them recover slowly.

Those mercenaries who were on the brink of death, with breaths as frail as a flickering candle flame, instantly stabilized and the torrents of their wounds began to ebb, swiftly bandaged with Green Shadow’s "Hemostatic bandages."

Even though diluted, the efficacy of the potions remained exceptional; some of the gravely injured mercenaries were now strong enough to stand.

Only those who had died, with no breath left, could not be brought back.

Mark, burdened with guilt, spoke to several Corps Commanders.

Their eyes held sorrow, yet not a hint of blame.

It was common practice for nobles to plot against each other, and they had long accepted this as the very purpose of their existence as free mercenaries.

From the moment they became mercenaries, they were prepared for death.

Mercenaries might seem glamorous, speaking with little respect for nobles, but their plight was also tragic. Once in the grip of a noble’s guard, even a peaceful death could prove elusive.

Being hired by Green Shadow to defend Entertainment City was their duty.

"...Blame only ourselves for not being skilled enough; you even provided so many precious potions, we don’t know how to thank you enough."

The speaking Commander was visibly moved.

Without the potions, many of the dying and severely injured brothers would’ve had a slim chance of survival.

For them, even a Basic Potion to treat external wounds was hard to come by—only nobles could afford to train Pharmacists, and knowledge of pharmacology was tightly held in noble hands, with potions mostly circulating amongst them.

Potions that could rescue those close to death were precious beyond measure, clearly understood by all.

They couldn’t afford even one-tenth of their value.

Yet now, they were being used liberally on them.

A severely injured mercenary spotted a noble eyeing the potion with envy nearby and quickly gulped down the medicinal water.

On the one hand, utterly grateful.

On the other, somewhat remorseful.

These few well-regarded Mercenary Corps, indeed unlike most free mercenaries, fought to the end against fierce enemies, with only a few escapees. free𝑤ebnovel.com

Their character was commendable.

Mark pondered for a moment, "Have any of you considered joining Green Shadow Entertainment City to become a part of its guard, rather than remaining separately employed mercenaries?"

...

Time ticked away by the second.

Grasping the time, a standard hourglass gradually ran its course in about half an hour.

The Patrol Army, the team on duty in this area, began moving toward Green Shadow Entertainment City.

"Now there’s no movement, it seems like Lord Mozang and his men have already taken care of things."

"Next, it’s our Patrol Army’s turn to enter the scene."

The commander was brimming with energy.

He could imagine, at this moment, Green Shadow Entertainment City likely had become a pile of ruins.

While maintaining order, his men could also take the chance to loot.

After all,

at this moment, the Entertainment City was without any guards, and the streams of customers had mostly fled, with a few still remaining. They could also be driven away under the pretext of maintaining order and investigating the scene.

In just the time it took an hourglass to run out, it was impossible for Lord Mozang and his men to pack up and take away everything from Entertainment City. There must be something left behind.

Such as Source Crystals, as well as some valuable items in the shops, all were their targets.

Several hundred-person teams from the nearby Patrol Armies converged.

A commander with the strength of Awakening Tier Perfection gestured grandly, "Surround the entire Entertainment City for me. Anyone who dares to resist, beat them to death..."

The commander took a few strides and arrived in front of the Entertainment City.

His gaze swept over,

and suddenly he was stunned.

On both sides, many shops were smashed, and even entire buildings had collapsed into ruins.

This was as he had expected.

But,

what was the situation in front of him?

The buildings of Entertainment City were still standing tall, with various Source Power Lights twinkling.

People were coming and going in a bustling manner.

There were nobles dressed in luxurious silk, mercenaries in leather armor, freedmen in coarse linen... and the Entertainment City’s guards in black combat uniforms with formidable auras.

Oh,

there were also some traces of blood and debris on the ground.

That guy who looked like a dead dog being dragged away, why did he seem somewhat familiar?

The commander’s brain struggled to make sense of it.

With the arrival of the Patrol Army and that loud shout,

on the square,

countless eyes simultaneously turned their gaze.

Landing on the face of this particular commander of the Patrol Army.

He instantly stiffened.

In the midst of an awkward atmosphere, the commander lowered his head:

"My apologies for the disturbance."

...

In the Royal Capital,

all was calm again.

The Duke Morton Mansion, having suffered a setback, made no further move.

Everyone was guessing who stood behind Green Shadow Entertainment City.

"Are you sure there is a Transcendent guarding the inside of the Entertainment City?"

"Yes, that person is extremely strong. I exchanged blows with him from a distance but was completely suppressed and had no choice but to retreat."

The Transcendent who appeared that day lowered his head, paused a moment, and then added, "I... I believe that person must be a Senior Transcendent."

Duke Morton’s gaze flickered.

In the Royal Capital, there weren’t many forces with a Senior Transcendent.

Which one of them had the ability to create illusion games like Kun-raising?

Or perhaps...

...

In the court.

The one seated upon the throne, after listening to the report, nodded slightly.

"Some illusion games are not to be concerned with."

"In fact... they might even be better."

"The sacrifice ceremony in half a month, is everything prepared?"

He toyed with a sprig of tender green in his hands.

Suddenly, he rose to his feet, his aura as profound as the abyss.

A gaze that seemed as substantial as matter itself, as if piercing through layers of space.

Falling upon a piece of ruin-filled wasteland.

In the center of the ruins, there stood a withered tree.

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