Before the return trip, Camille personally gave a gift that surprised everyone - Old Jack's manipulator.

The end of Jack's now severed arm has been secured with various bolts and hinges, and a lightweight power claw has been mounted and tested as a palm.

It was the result of a secret deal between the Brotherhood and the other kingdoms' reformed warrior troops, and it took several days for this crucial gift to be delivered under the escort of the airship, representing the sincerity of the Brotherhood of Bitter Springs and Camille's personal apology for not being able to protect Max's relatives in time.

Often used in some modified warrior warbands, the Power Claw is a miniature magic engine that runs through magic stones. Normally, this kind of thing is used to replace the normal arm of the human being itself, because of its terrifying power, and it will be widely accepted and used by the bloodthirsty and warlike reformed warriors.

This gift came from the hands of more than a dozen masters of magical mechanics, and the original intention was only to try to lighten this terrible melee combat weapon so that it could be widely equipped with some generals who were not as strong as the reformed warriors, and this time it was deliberately improved again for the representative of the Great Khan of the "customer" brotherhood, so that Jack's current [Iron Claw] was born.

In addition to its excellent dynamic performance, [Iron Claw] can ensure that the equipper's own muscles can directly tear the seventeen centimeters of dwarven iron when the player's own strength is close to zero, ensuring that the melee is strong at the same time; There are four shooting cavities behind the claw tip, which are fragmentation shotguns added by the designers based on Jack's shooting experience, a total of four muzzles, eight shots, and extremely effective in killing several hostile targets that are approaching quickly.

It can be said that since then, the glorious history of the right-hand man and commander of this Redemption City [Iron Claw] Jack is officially on the right track.

At the gates of Vulture City, Camille and the Demon King hugged each other goodbye, and stood at the gates of the city to watch the convoy of the City of Redemption disappear in the setting sun, wiping away tears from the corners of his eyes while Saruman was not looking—or rather when he thought Saruman was not looking.

Edward Camille, whose own legendary life was destroyed before it even began. A man who came down from the sky made him abandon those little tricks, and give up the decadence that bordered on self-solitude.

Max's bloody figure illuminates the heart of the new Great Khan, who has been gradually assimilated in the dark, makes him feel hope, and makes him begin to fight against fate and powerful enemies with his own hands.

His future does not stop at small ruins, and he is only where his first footprints are, Camille knows this better than anyone else - his greatest goal is to make this young savior survive this most difficult time, and succeed in reaching a higher level, a level that he cannot reach at all, and he must follow all the way.

"May you be glorious, my esteemed prince, as you have always been."

Yes, Camille knows, maybe more than the Demon King himself.

On the bus to the city of redemption, people are quiet, partying, hangovering, laughing, and all that's left is endless loneliness and worry about an unknowable future, and of course, there will be some hope.

Jack was trying to pinch a grape with his iron claws, the power of the thing was terrifying, and he was afraid that he would accidentally injure his companion.

The driver was surprisingly replaced by Anderson, and Camille replaced the broken RV with a powerful armored fighting vehicle, with the result that only the professionally trained Alexander Anderson could drive.

At this time, the paladin was engaged in a psychological game, he saw that Camille was now a proud revenge, and he was really seriously considering whether he could also use this power to completely overthrow the pure church that had gradually been occupied by some evil that he didn't know and didn't dare to imagine.

He believed in the power of the goddess of the lake, but he no longer believed in his former comrades. They seem to have become a different kind of being, and they are completely different from themselves, and from those who were once kind.

Celia was already asleep again, and for some reason, since the battle in front of the "Silver Meat Grinder" in Old Joe's Fortress, this child, who was already a little sleepy, became more and more sleepy, often in a state of half-asleep and half-awake for most of the day.

The Demon King has long been exhausted from the struggle in the past few days, and after fighting with Karn, he forcibly withdrew a large amount of soul power to achieve assimilation with his body, and even if he has rested for a while, there is still a deep exhaustion in his soul, which makes it difficult for him to restrain his sleepiness.

In the quiet driving vehicle, the little girl pillowed the man's deliberately leaning shoulder and made a small snoring sound happily, and the blonde young man also closed his eyes, his body stood still, only his head swayed slightly with the vehicle.

This is the rarest and quietest moment in this ruin.

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Nehekhara, top of the Black Pyramid, outside the door of the vault.

"Master, please cheer up, we still need you to complete our great business!"

Nagash stood in the closed stone door and shouted, hoping that the stone door would be opened, as he did every time, and that his powerful master would once again lead himself and the whole of Nehekhara to glory.

There was no response, and it was like no one inside.

It's the third day, and Kelly, or Archmage Verznan, hasn't reacted, she's locked herself in the house since she teleported back, and no one has answered any prayers.

The necromancers of Nagash could accept the fact that there was a life in the house, and the old mage did not try to break down the door. As for the matter of feelings, this 10,000-year-old bachelor really doesn't know very well, he only hopes that the painful master can get better soon, so that he can lead him to continue to climb the majestic mountain of magic.

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As the new leader of the [Children of a Thousand Wounds] Assassin Regiment of the Third War Regiment under Karn's throne, [Red Viper] Ahriman is now under a lot of pressure.

As an assistant to the previous Legion, he was appointed as the new Legion Commander after Sandra Blackblade escaped. Unfortunately, he was not happy, he gathered all the members, and there were only eight hundred and twenty-two people left, and nearly two hundred had followed Sandra and defected, and they were nowhere to be found.

"Brothers! Now everyone is watching our jokes!"

As a diminutive Assassin, Ahriman's voice was quite loud, but because of his thin voice, it sounded like a rat about to drown.

"There have been traitors among us, Lord Karn is furious, and now all the vagrants will pour into the ruins with the Brotherhood's proclamation, and we must be careful."

He deliberately suppressed the voice, which seemed to be a secret.

"Don't let anyone know about those traitors."