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The recent volume of updates has made me speechless to everyone, so I won’t explain much, I can only say sorry.
Also, because of the need to consider the development of characters and plot trends, the pace of the recent chapters may have been a bit slow.
But fortunately, starting from this chapter, the plot of the empire will be on the right track.
I hope that readers will not be disappointed, okay?
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Five days later, a simple bar in a border town in the empire.
"Hey, have you heard that over there in the wilderness, three more forward outposts have been massacred by insects recently?"
Someone sighed and said.
"This news has almost spread throughout the border areas.
Who else doesn't know about it?"
"Zhang San, you are a person who escaped from the insect wave.
Can you tell me the specific situation?"
someone asked curiously.
The man named Zhang San immediately shrank and said, "Tell me, tell me whatever you want, there's nothing to say."
This three is the slave buyer who survived the insect wave that day.
"Tch, I look like you were scared.
Why did I hear that you were rescued?"
"This kid is lucky.
I heard from those who escaped that the reason they were able to escape was because there was a powerful Imperial warrior hidden in that outpost."
"He's not an imperial soldier, he's a monster."
Zhang San shouted with lingering fear, and then took a swig of wine to suppress the fear rising in his heart.
From the day he escaped, whenever he thought of everything that happened that day, he couldn't help but tremble. trembling.
That hideous face full of scars has truly become his lingering nightmare.
"Monster, are you in the mood to save people?
I think you are scared, haha."
Someone laughed.
Zhang San rubbed his ears vigorously, "I didn't lie to you, that monster is a cannibal."
"What's the point of cannibalism?
There are so many cannibals these days."
Some people didn't take it seriously.
"You, you don't understand people who haven't seen them with your own eyes.
You won't understand."
Zhang San hurriedly defended.
At this time, a ruffian with a sinister face walked out of the inner door of the bar.
He lifted up his baggy trousers, swayed and picked up a glass of ale and drank it in a gulp, "Tell me if there's anything else I don't understand."
The imperial citizen who had been robbed of more than half a glass of ale did not dare to say a word.
He cautiously glanced at the scene at the inner door.
The young bartender had long been knocked unconscious.
There was a maid lying beside him, but the bar owner was huddled in the corner.
The ruffian glanced sideways at him, and the man immediately lowered his head and pretended not to see anything.
Zhang San hesitated a little, not daring to continue.
The ruffian spat lightly and ignored Zhang San.
Instead, he stretched his newly "loose" muscles and leaned lazily on the side of the bar.
"Be smart for a moment, Lady Dilier will be here today.
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It is said that the other big shot she brought likes to be lively, and will show me what to do when the time comes.
If anyone makes a mistake, I want you to know the result."
At this moment, a person walked in from outside the door.
This person was wearing a dusty and wide cloak, and his whole body was shrouded in it.
He was carrying a huge package behind him, and he didn't know what was inside.
Just as he stood there, one could feel a bone-chilling chill.
This feeling came for no reason, like an instinctive warning.
Some people even developed fine chicken skin without any warning.
The hall that had no music suddenly became silent, and everyone stopped what they were doing for a moment.
The cloaked man paused for a moment, looked around and then walked into the bar.
The chill that everyone felt at this moment suddenly relaxed, and they looked at each other in surprise.
However, when they saw clearly where the cloaked man was sitting, their expressions immediately changed.
Most of them chose to lower their heads and remain silent.
A few people kept winking at him, but the cloaked man seemed completely oblivious.
Seeing the same thing, he walked straight to the only empty seat in the bar with almost exactly the same steps.
"This new kid is going to be in bad luck" everyone thought at the same time.
The ruffian narrowed his triangular eyes and drank the last drop of ale in the glass.
Shaking his body, he walked to the cloaked man in three steps, and he was about to speak.
A shining coin with the image of a shield-bearing warrior on it. was handed to him.
This is the Imperial Shield, the currency in circulation in the Empire.
Its value is approximately equivalent to a standard unit of Yama's second-level insect crystal.
It also has Imperial swords, Imperial guns, and the top Imperial double-headed eagle on it.
"A glass of tequila with ice."
A calm tone came from under the cloak without any fluctuations.
The man in the cloak obviously thought that the ruffian was a bartender.
The ruffian was ready to curse, but when his eyes came into contact with the brand-new Imperial Shield, he immediately stopped his voice, and a trace of greed flashed in the corner of his eyes.
An Imperial Shield might not be much, but he clearly saw the bulging luggage on the cloaked man's waist.
He first looked at the cloaked man up and down, but he did not see any sign of his identity, such as the badge on his chest representing the status of a third-class warrior of the empire.
Then he rolled his eyes and said, "Show me your ID."
The cloaked man did not speak, but withdrew his hand, leaving the Imperial Shield casually on the table.
Seeing that he was being ignored, the ruffian's eyelids twitched a few times.
Wearing emblems is a habit that people in the empire have developed since childhood.
If you go out without wearing emblems, you will not only lose the respect and fear of the lower classes, but you will also encounter to being interrogated by the Imperial Military Police and other unnecessary troubles.
Therefore, the identity of the cloaked man was either a defected slave or a wandering warrior from another organization.
However, because of the faint sense of danger that the cloaked man always gave him, he decided to endure it for now, "Boy, you know Does the seat you are sitting on belong to someone?"
The cloaked man still didn't answer him, but simply asked, "Where is the waiter?
I want a glass of tequila with ice."
The ruffian's face trembled a few times, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore, "How dare you ignore me, do you know who I am?"
"I'm not interested in knowing."
His voice remained calm under the cloak, "I just want a glass of wine and I'll leave after finishing it.
Please don't bother me."
"I'm bothering you, I think you don't want to live anymore."
The ruffian's face flashed with a fierce expression.
"Listen to me now, leave your things, then stand up and get out of here or else.
Don't blame me for being unkind."
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"Does this bar belong to you?"
the cloaked man asked softly.
"It's not mine, but I want to say yes.
Who dares to say no?"
the ruffian said ferociously, and there was no sound in the bar except for him.
The cloaked man paused for a moment and sighed, "Isn't the boss here too?"
"Boy, listen to me, I am the boss here now," the ruffian threatened.
He had already grasped a gleaming military thorn at some point, and the veins on the handle were clearly visible.
The cloaked man glanced at the murderous weapon.
There was finally some change in his calm tone, but it was not nervous, but a hint of ridicule, "Then give me a glass of tequila with ice, and remember to be quick."
"You are looking for death."
The ruffian was furious.
He roared, and the sharp iron thorns instantly protruded and pierced the cloaked man's body hidden under the cloak.
His movements were not unpleasant, like a charging beast, and the placement of his spear was quite cunning.
If this stab was hit, the blood groove on the iron stab would be enough to cause the victim to bleed profusely and cause deep injuries.
But he's fast.
Someone is faster.
A somewhat shriveled hand came first, through the wide and worn cloak, and easily grasped his wrist.
This somewhat shriveled hand was extremely strong, like an iron pincer, and the spur was less than an inch away from the cloak. , but no matter how hard the ruffian tries his best, it will be difficult to make any progress.
The ruffian's attack was blocked, but he didn't panic at all.
Instead, it became even more fierce, and his somewhat thin body suddenly swelled.
Huge power flowed between his bodies instantly, "Do you think this is my power?
Go to hell, boy, I want you to taste the empire's power to transform people."
When huge power flows between the body.
The ruffian suddenly had a confident demeanor.
He was confident that his strength was enough to penetrate the cloaked man's body with a military thorn.
Even if it was just an inch, it would be enough to draw blood.
The people around him all lowered their heads and remained silent, with unbearable flashes in the corners of their eyes.
They seemed to have seen the cloaked man's flesh and blood flying everywhere.
The ruffian's true identity was a third-level Imperial cyborg warrior.
This was known to all the residents of the town.
In fact, he once killed a third-level elite reaper with his bare hands.
Since then, no one has dared to offend his majesty.
For the residents of this small town, the power of the Level 3 Cyborg is enough to frighten them.
It is also the powerful force they rely on to resist the Zerg.
Therefore, no matter how unscrupulous he is, as long as it is not too excessive, everyone will remain silent. tolerate him.
So when the ruffian, who had not been angry for a long time, became so angry that he activated his abilities, these ordinary residents could only lament the cloaked man's recklessness.
But sometimes, the development of a drama always likes to be unexpected.
The veins on the wrist held by the withered hand have turned red and ferocious.
This force is really not small, and the withered palm finally trembles a little. , but it's just a tremor.
The withered fingers suddenly moved, and everyone's eyes were blurred.
The ruffian's military spur had already reached the cloaked man's hand.
Then, without thinking, the cloaked man kicked the ruffian's leg, wrist, and right foot with his left foot.
In an instant, he raised a knee and hit the ruffian's jaw.
The dull crashing sound was so touching that everyone couldn't help but tighten their bodies.
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As if the ruffian had been hit by a truck, his body lifted off the ground and crashed directly into the bar, landing right in front of the bar owner who started to move.
"You, you" the ruffian's mouth was full of blood, and several of his teeth were chipped.
The intense pain and humiliation made him unable to breathe smoothly, and he lost his breath and fell unconscious on the spot.
The cloaked man sat down calmly, but his wrist suddenly twisted in a strange arc like a coiled snake, like a winding clockwork, and then suddenly shot out The military thorn flashed through a cold light as cold as lightning, and accurately inserted into the dilapidated door of the bar.
It penetrated half a foot into the wood, and it was already without a handle.
"I hate trouble, so I advise you to be more honest."
Next to the military spur was a guy who wanted to leave secretly to report.
At this time, he felt the military spur less than half an inch away from his throat.
Some of the huge Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the strong swallowing sound was clearly audible.
He carefully took half a step back, and immediately collapsed to the ground.
In just a moment, his back was wet with sweat.
He was breathing heavily, and the shock in his expression made him dare not move any more.
The cloaked man finally sat down safely, but his breathing was a little heavy, and there was a strange sound, as if his lungs had been severely traumatized.
It seemed that after this fight, it was also a problem for him.
Not a small burden.
Perhaps because he was a little hot, the cloaked man took off his thick hood on his own, and hidden under the hood was a ferocious face covered with scars.
“Now, can anyone get me a glass of tequila on the rocks?”
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