Rongying didn't know she was locked in.

He just wandered the streets seemingly aimlessly, looking for possible town hall officials.

Soon, he found it.

It was a young man who looked quite young, probably in his twenties, wearing the clothes of a city hall, and although he was not a big official, he should also be a civil servant.

With an information terminal in his hand, he was on the street asking people who had tried Coke what they thought.

"I feel that the stimulation is a little smaller, and the taste can be a little more intense." This is the answer of the Iron People. They are the same ethnic group that can drink seawater directly, chew chili spices and chew vegetables, and the excitement of coke is indeed a little less.

"I feel that the licorice flavor may be a little strong, and it is irritating to the brain." This is the answer of the white people. This ethnic group has a keen sense and a high spirit, so it is easy to detect details that are not easy for others to perceive.

"It has to be the best when it's chilled in the summer, and it doesn't feel good in the winter, so it's best to pair it with a barbecue patty, a bite of meatloaf and a sip of Coke." This is the one who will enjoy.

The number of people willing to give their opinions is not large, not that the rewards are not attractive, but that the majority ..... The vocabulary is not very sufficient, if you want to say that it is delicious, you really can't hold back a few words if you have to put forward opinions.

What's more, with a group of mountain refugees who used to be bitter, the mountain villagers asked if the sugar water was good - then there is little honey water in this place, can they still say that it is unpleasant?

Seeing this scene, Rongying knew how to attract this official over, and he deliberately stood in the perspective of this young civil servant, holding a can of Coke and frowning and thinking, as if he was thinking about something.

This did attract the young official, and his eyes lit up, and then he came to Rongying, and asked kindly, "Sir, you have already tasted this happiness card.

And at that moment, Rongying raised her head.

The two of them looked at each other, and there were faint shadows flickering in the depths of the Melting Shadow's eyes. The evil spirit turned into an invisible blade, which wanted to penetrate directly through the soul of the young man in front of him, and the dark resentment flowed, vaguely forming a demonic face that ordinary people could not see.

But.

At this moment, silver psionic light came out from the terminal, and the light was like a sharp sword, piercing the demon before the demon spirit pierced the young man.

And then....

"Ah, that's rude..... I was a little dizzy just now.....

At this moment, the official who was looking at the "Fusion Shadow" felt as if he had lost his thinking ability in an instant.

When he reacted, the outsider in front of him suddenly went limp and fell to the ground. He exclaimed, "Sir?!"

Meanwhile. Limbo.

The Demon Fusion Shadow was shocked, and his whole body was covered in a pitch-black blade-shaped mist, and he looked around, and he didn't understand what was going on for a while: "What's the matter, didn't I just want to possess that official?"

"How is this moment..... Am I in limbo?" "Something has I been pulled into limbo?!"

Back then, the fisherman in the predecessor of the Melting Shadow was fused with the demon in the Void..... The fusion experiment gave him extremely painful memories, so since then, he has never voluntarily returned to the virtual realm.

"Whoever did it, come out for me!"

At this moment, Rongying was full of vigilance, and even began to be a little nervous: "Come out, I know you're there!" Damn it, I'm going to kill you!"

Demons are inherently difficult to think rationally, because their essence is a fragment of countless resentful memories, and even more so the soul of a fisherman.

Before, in the city, there was a "body" that constrained his actions and thoughts, but now, in the world of pure souls, his heart is full of fear, anger and hatred.

And with his shout, a hazy cyan figure began to appear in the void, appearing in front of the melted shadow.

"Give me death!"

And the moment he saw this figure appear, Rongying let out a wild roar.

At this moment, the originally pitch-black demon shadow began to expand like a balloon

Blazing black flames ignited from the shadows, and then condensed into a black humanoid three or four people tall, covered in blades, with a huge hollow hole in the chest and abdomen.

It has a rugged shell like a mountain rock, the tip of the sharp blade flashes with a dark silver luster, the body of the Shadow Melting Demon has been abnormally strengthened in the virtual realm close to its homeland, and behind it, there are six different long knives forming wing-like blades, and the huge hollow in its chest and abdomen is actually a huge mouth, which is also densely covered with bladed teeth like lampreys.

This is the Demon—a monster unlike any real life, a monster that materializes like a nightmare, an almost unstoppable and indestructible ultimate demon.

The ultimate monster swooped down towards the cyan human heart, and the blade was pierced and torn apart in an instant, even in the form of a pure steel humanoid, and finally swallowed by the giant mouth.

Ian, who had just manifested in the Void, slammed the demon's face with a calm punch.

Click.

The heavy, yet simple, right hook punch was imprinted on the demon's face, and the tremendous force knocked the Melting's head down, as black as the skin of an insect's carapace dented and cracked, and the crisp sound of bones shattering came from it.

The huge demon rolled on the ground two thousand one thousand and sixty degrees like a knight on horseback, and even the original balloon-like inflated shape exploded into all directions, turning back into the original black figure.

Ian walked forward slowly, he was still wearing the lord's suit reflected in the virtual realm when he was in the meeting.

He came up to the demon, then crouched down and grabbed the demon's head.

The cyan eyes met the pitch-black sockets, and the silver-cyan light swept over the body..... Then he slammed the demon's head to the ground.

Bang - bang - bang - bang - bang -

After hitting it several times in a row, the skull was cracked, and a large amount of pitch-black smoke poured out of the crack in the demon's head.

Rongying's beaten soul was shaken and lost his mind. Buzzing.

A silver-white screen of light and shadow appeared in front of Ian, and in addition to protecting the soul of the young white civil servant, Terra's Heart also thoughtfully prepared a communication screen for Ian.

That's AI, and it knows you better than many people.

On the other side of the screen, Scott, Qingchao, Adbert, and Old Farr are all sitting in the conference room, and Ian can even be seen closing his eyes and contemplating his body.

"The demon that infiltrated our territory has been caught, this is the twenty-seventh espionage operation in three months, but it is the first time that such a high-tech invasion has been carried out."

Looking at the screen, Ian said lightly, "Flying Flame Land must have made a big move recently, otherwise, they wouldn't be idle and have nothing to do, and they will always come to investigate our situation."

"Why are they spying on us? And the boss, this is not called catching at all, he was discovered as soon as he entered the city... Look at the beaten ......"

Looking at the demon whose braincase was deflated, Qing Chao muttered, "Even if there is really a big move in the Flying Flame Land, it should be the Great Desert or the Southwest Theater, which is quite far away from us, what does it have to do with us."

"You can't say that."

Scott shook his head slightly, and he analyzed: "Now the main force of the Southwest Group Army is sticking to the periphery of the fortress group, including the Cangyun Knights and the Night Knights, the two major knights are also holding on there, counting the second prince, there are a total of four fourth-level people stationed, which is considered the main force of the Southwest Theater, and it is almost impossible for the Flying Flame Land to attack head-on."

"And in this place of Nanling, apart from the two demonic beasts of Steel Wing Dragon Group and the King of the Mountain, and the fourth energy level of Dragon Island, there are no guardians, and the Steel Wing Dragon Group is even more inclined to the Flying Flame Land. The Marquis of Batun will not participate in the war on the third level of the Archbishop of Tianyan, Viscount Grant ..... He broke through to the third level."

"Our place is a soft persimmon, but no one knows if there are thorns in the persimmon, they damaged three Constructed Knights last time, and they will definitely figure out the situation if they want to do it this time."

Scott was right, but not entirely. "The Southwest Legion may not be able to stop the Flamelands."

Ian turned his head sideways, looked at the demon beside him, and sighed, "The Imperial side is ready to show weakness, sell a flaw to the Flying Flame Land, and induce the other party to use the hole card to break through the Southwest Fortress Group - remember my prophecy half a year ago? That prophecy was used to pave the way for this "failure" and "flaw."

"While I don't know exactly what the cards are used to fight back on the Empire's side, it's likely that our South Ridge will face the attack of Flameland's elite troops breaking through the fortress group before the Flamelands are exposed—we'll have to hold out until reinforcements arrive, or push the Flamelands back."

"Otherwise, why do you think the Marquis of Batun would give up power to me? He knew he didn't have what it took to stop the all-out attack of the Flame Elites, and when I said I could do it, I'll take care of it, he handed me over the stall."

Everyone in the conference hall looked at each other, and they could probably guess this, but it was still a little hard to accept when they actually said, "What the hell is going on in the imperial capital? The Marquis of Batun can't do it, so why does he believe you can?"

"And isn't it exactly a mess?"

"Marquis of Batun, he is mainly old, and he can't go to the front anymore, he may not be able to finish a battle if he wants to go all out to burn his life, if he has another ten years of life, it will not be my turn to take advantage of this."

Ian shrugged his shoulders and kicked the demon's head at his side, "And in the eyes of the Empire, at least I can meet the battle, he can help me press the rear."

"As for the mess, it's more or less a stall, and how many people don't have a chance to take over the stall, and it's better to have than nothing."

"As long as we can figure out the specific plans for the Flying Flame Lands, and then make targeted measures, we may be able to fix this mess when the time comes."

"At that time, the Marquis of Batun will use a false name to retire, and I will be the rightful acting governor of Southridge."

"So, my lord, what are you going to do with this spy?"

Old Farr also has an artificial soul, and although he is already old, his demeanor is still wise: "Do you send him to the laboratory as an experiment, or try to brainwash him and make him useful to us?"

"Brainwashing?"

Hearing this word, Ian couldn't help but frown slightly, "What are you talking about?"

"It's the brainwashing, the brainwashing that makes people suddenly believe in you very much, and they know everything about you."

Adbert reminded Ian, "Wasn't that Doctor of the Clear Moon Tower brainwashed by you some time ago? You just said a few words to him, and he wept so the spot that he almost knelt down for you."

Speaking of this, Adbert shook his head with emotion: "Everyone was stunned at the time, and Scott had to pause the video and reschedule a handshake later..... I've never seen such a strong brainwashing psychic power."

The others nodded in unison, very convinced.

"Don't talk nonsense, that's not psionic power, I won't brainwash at all."

Ian rolled his eyes, "I just pointed out his research, and as you know, the system in the City of Knowledge is also knowledge-oriented, and for a genius like me, they would have wanted to lick my shoes."

"What?! Isn't that brainwashing!?"

Hearing this, Adalbert's eyes widened in shock, and even Qingchao and Roland on the side showed incredible eyes.

- So you really can't brainwash?!

"You people."

Noticing his partner's shocked expression, Ian could only shake his head helplessly: he emphasized, "Although I will not brainwash, I will still rewrite the soul, apply the steel seal, and cover the false memory."

"But it's not brainwashing, it's just ordinary soul surgery." --Isn't this brainwashing!

Although it is a little different from what everyone originally imagined, the result is indeed similar.

"It's hard to tell you the difference between brainwashing and soul transformation."

Ian sighed in the Void, turned off the communication screen, and said, "Terra's Heart, help me prepare the Soul Seal and the Memory Covered Material Library."

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I'm going to see what the hell is going to do over there." The next day.

When the fan woke up in the break room of the city hall office in a daze, he was already wearing the work clothes of the city hall under the guidance of Xia Hui, and he also had a complete set of relevant documents in his arms.

"I'm _.Succeeded?"

I woke up in a daze, melted into the shadows and pondered carefully, and suddenly, a large number of memories flowed out of the depths of my soul.

It turned out that yesterday he had successfully possessed an official of the Xia Hui Collar City Hall, just because the artificial soul on the Xia Hui Collar side had an offensive structure, which would cause a strong stimulus as soon as it was triggered, which was completely different from the soul of ordinary people, so he passed out.

This is presumably a structure made to avoid the appearance of the 'Dead King'. This is also a kind of intelligence.

In addition to this memory, his mind is also full of memories of a middle-aged brewer in the Ryan Collar who worked hard step by step, and finally became a small leader of the relevant industry under the appreciation of the new lord, it seems that this is the memory of the person he possessed. "Good!"

Thinking of this, Rongying's eyes lit up: "I've completed the mission, now it's time to report to the headquarters!"

"But I have to be careful, I have to wait until I get home after work today and then contact slowly, so that no one else can find out."

"A new weapon of war, a new drinking brewing industry, a highly qualified burgher..... Xia Hui led this place, there is really an abnormality, even if it is really guided by the prophet, it will never develop so fast!"

"Perhaps, this is because Ian Silverpeak used some kind of psionic energy to brainwash the local people!"

"I'll be lurking in the Xiahui Collar for a long time, and I'll continue to send back key information to the headquarters!"

Muttering to himself, Rongying didn't feel anything wrong with herself at all. Even if he occasionally had some abnormal thoughts, the Soul Seal forcibly restored his thinking to the perception that it was reasonable.

Thinking like this, Rongying, who was still the same body as before, but thought that he had fused with the official, got up calmly and went to the work station to start 'work'.

Ian and the others were in the conference room, watching the scene with a camera. "Boss, do you really want him to report our situation to Flameland?"

Qingchao asked, "Although many of them are false, in general, they can still summarize seventy or eighty percent of the true situation in the territory today."

"Isn't that revealing too much?"

"Is that too much revealed?"

In this regard, Roland, who had just returned from dusting in the canyon, laughed: "They don't even know that we have built an underground military factory inside the mountain range, as long as it is not a major earthquake, even if it is a natural disaster, it is extremely difficult to destroy!"

"Not much."

Ian also nodded slightly, and said calmly, "It's better to let the enemy know some of our information, and they will act in the direction I predicted."

"It's like my prophecy in Naumann City half a year ago, which is essentially to make the idea of Flying Flamelands take immediate action hesitant - they only have the information we have to defeat the Constructed Knights, and we have already predicted their original line of attack, so they have to think of new methods."

"Even if I were a prophet, I wouldn't be able to fully predict all enemy attack routes, or what if I would take a frontal assault from the Flying Flame Land and crush us with an army that I predicted would not be able to resist? It's a possibility, but it's a possibility."

"So, we have to get this spy to reveal some of our intellect and let them know that we're strong, but not that strong, and we don't need to be crushed by an army to get rid of us."

"But, sir."

Scott's brows furrowed at the moment, and the pen in his hand was subconsciously pinched and bent: "What if Flying Flame predicts your idea and must use a large army to crush it?"

"Our hard power is indeed insufficient, if there are really elite troops from the Flying Flame Land to attack Nanling.... We can't fight it head-on."

- You predicted my prediction, me

Predicted, you predicted mine, right? What eight wonder thinking field.

"Not necessarily."

Ian stared at the melt on the screen, then looked up at the sky with some intriguing taste, "At least, I'm prepared for all scenarios - if the Flare Lands are really that cautious, then I'll let them know what prophetic caution is."

"All in all, the most important thing is not to let the Flamelands underestimate us, but to let us know what a good hand the Flamelands are hiding."

That's Ian's biggest purpose.

On the way to extinguish the stars, since 775, Xia Hui Ling has been encountering high-intensity sabotage raids by the elite squads of the Flying Flame Land, although it can be predicted, but those teams are originally dispatched with a certain death mentality, even if they are destined to not be able to go back, they must also cause damage to Xia Hui Ling.

Along the way, Ian himself was assassinated no less than ten times, and this assassination lasted until Terra 779, four years later, when the Flying Flame Land launched a general attack, tearing through the western defense line and heading straight for the South Ridge.

This unit, although a completely new formation, was extremely experienced in combat and apparently had been trained for a long time.

Ian was very curious, on the way to extinguish the star, what was the thing about this magical elite army in the Flying Flame Land, which could actually almost defeat himself who had been planting fields for several years at that time and creating mechanical combat armor and elite troops.

If it weren't for the use of the Mechanical Dragon Method, Ian would have really retreated to the depths of the mountains to hold on - it's just outrageous.

That army is the real foundation of the major countries.

And it is now, though it may not be as powerful as it was four years later, but it is definitely there.

"If we can, we must address this crisis as soon as possible."

Ian thought so, and he whispered to himself, "That's why I'm going to expose some of myself

of threats."

"Let the Flamelands have to come and deal with me "early."