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Star City, Hu Po Headquarters.

late at night.

The Lord of Mist stood on the top of the headquarters building, overlooking the night view of the bustling Star City.

It has been five months since he infiltrated into the Yeying Clan.

During this period of time, he has been constantly trying to improve the relationship between the various factions of the Fire Night Shadow Clan, and the internal conflicts finally came to a complete outbreak.

Especially the faction to which his new body belongs can no longer tolerate the unbalanced development strategy of the current patriarchal faction.

Just tonight, they decided to unite with another faction to overthrow the dominance of the current patriarchal faction.

Thinking of how those guys were filled with indignation at the meeting just now, the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up.

Emotions can be a sharp sword.

Especially the younger generation of the Yeying Clan, their emotions are easily provoked.

They are also the main supporters of this operation to overthrow the patriarchal faction.

It was with their help that he could completely divide the internal power of the Night Shadow Clan so easily.

Now that the time is ripe, it depends on tonight whether the current patriarchal faction can be overthrown.

There is another important reason why we chose tonight.

Today is New Year's Eve, and all the researchers have gone home to reunite. This is a rare day off for the entire Hupo Research Institute.

If we don't take action today, it will definitely attract the attention of Hupo staff and researchers at other times.

Even stationed defense forces.

What he wants is to destroy the Yeying clan, not the entire Hupo Research Institute.

After thinking for a long time, he took out his mobile phone and dialed Feng Qi's number.

After waiting for a moment, the call was connected.

"Aqi, wait for my good news."

After saying that, he hung up the phone without waiting for Feng Qi to reply.

Glancing at the gorgeous fireworks blooming in the distance, he stuffed his phone back into his pocket, took a deep breath and turned towards the stairs.

At this time, in the base, the Yeying clan members, who were already preparing for the attack, had already started taking action.

They quietly approached the room where members of the patriarch's faction lived and launched an assassination operation.

Although it was an assassination, there was a lot of movement as a collective action.

The assassination operation quickly attracted the attention of members of the Patriarch's faction, who also launched a counterattack at this time.

While the residents of Star City were immersed in the joy of the New Year, there was a bloody storm inside the Hu Po Research Institute.

Figures kept falling in the battle.

During this period, many experimental instruments were damaged in the battle.

But no one will pay attention to this at this time.

The Mist Lord's brainwashing was undoubtedly successful.

He chose to instigate from the perspective of the weaker faction, which aroused the anger in the hearts of a large number of members who had the same idea but did not dare to take this step.

When anger is completely ignited, an outlet is needed.

The two angry and weak factions united together and swung a butcher knife at the current ruling faction of the Night Shadow Clan.

At this time, while all the members of the weak factions were massacring their own kind, they were fantasizing about the bright future after the Lord of the Mist successfully overthrew the current ruler.

The area with the most brutal fighting was in the core area of ​​the Hupo Research Institute base.

This is a small internal square and is also the location of the Hu Po Research Institute's database.

Members of the patriarchal faction of the Night Shadow Clan also live in the core area.

At this time, the figure of the Lord of Mist also appeared in the core area of ​​​​the tiger soul.

Seeing his arrival, the faces of the younger generations of the Night Shadow Clan showed a hint of fanaticism.

They have been resentful of the current situation for a long time.

But the older generation never dared to take steps to resist.

It was the appearance of the Lord of Mist that brought them together completely, choosing to fight and create the fair system they wanted with their own hands.

"Kill!" The Lord of the Mist shouted in a deep voice at this moment, leading the way and rushing forward.

Those followers gathered behind him and followed him to swing the butcher knife at the members of the patriarchal faction.

Green blood flows on the floor made of special black metal.

In the mist lord's perceptive sight.

Gorgeous fireworks bloomed one after another around him, which also heralded the withering of lives.

In his opinion, this was far more brilliant and vivid than the fireworks currently blooming in Star City.

The fragrance that filled the tip of his nose made him intoxicated.

The killing continued, and the fighting became increasingly fierce.

The members of Yeying Patriarch's faction were obviously at a numerical disadvantage. But with so many years of resource irrigation, the strength of this faction has surpassed the other two factions.

From being caught off guard at the beginning, we fell into a disadvantage.

They also gradually launched a counterattack.

The Lord of the Mist doesn't care at all about which faction can win the final victory.

What he wants most is for both factions to be defeated in this battle.

In this way, he can easily control the entire Hupo Research Institute without any effort, and his "Flesh and Blood Sacrifice" promotion plan will start from this point.

The killing continues, and life is withered only in an instant.

But in the eyes of the Mist Lord, the road to the top is inherently accompanied by death.

This difficult road ahead will surely be made of countless flesh, blood and corpses.

The dead Yeying clan members were just stepping stones on his way to the top.

…

the other side.

After a day of spell testing and experiments, Feng Qi walked towards the gate of the branch base with his backpack on his back.

Just now, he received a call from the Lord of Mist.

He understood clearly in his heart that the Lord of the Mist had already launched a plan to seize power.

But he had no intention of going to help.

He believed that with the ability of the Lord of the Mists, even if the final plan failed, he would be able to escape unscathed.

Now, instead of being able to help the Lord of the Mist, he would become a burden.

After all, the Lord of the Mist is acting as a member of the Yeying clan, and his appearance will only make the Lord of the Mist passive.

With his thoughts on his mind, he walked out of the base gate.

It's snowing heavily outside.

Looking back, the lights in the originally brightly lit base building were extinguished one by one.

This is a rare day off for all the staff and researchers of the Hupo Research Institute.

On this day they will all return to their families and reunite briefly.

Breathing out a cloud of white mist, he turned to look at Lin Ran who was following behind him:

"Is it too late to go home?"

"I can make it in time. There is a Tiger Soul plane waiting for me at the airport." Lin Ran nodded with a smile, and then continued:

"Brother Qi, do you want to come to my house to celebrate the New Year?"

"No, I haven't been home for a long time. I plan to go back and have a look."

Hearing Feng Qi's refusal, Lin Ran opened his mouth, but said nothing more.

At this time, a military vehicle drove out from the base and came to Lin Ran.

"Brother Qi, see you later in the year."

"Happy New Year." Feng Qi smiled and nodded.

"Happy New Year."

After Lin Ran got into the car, he watched the military vehicle carrying Lin Ran go away.

Compared with Lin Ran, who had a private car and plane to pick him up and drop off, he obviously did not have such treatment as a tester.

Rubbing his hands, he walked towards the east of the city in the heavy snow.

The branch base of the Hupo Research Institute was not established in a deserted suburb. After walking for an hour, a passerby appeared in his sight.

Looking at the passers-by with smiles on their faces and immersed in the New Year atmosphere, he felt a little lonely deep in his heart.

After waiting for a long time at the bus stop, the maglev driverless bus slowly stopped in front of me.

After getting in the car, the sensor door automatically closes.

He came to sit by the window and the vehicle started to drive forward.

Looking at the vast red festive decorations outside the window, I don’t know why, but I feel lonely.

But the inner firmness also becomes firmer with the surge of emotions.

The maglev car traveled very fast and stopped at the East District platform of Star City 2 hours later.

After getting off the bus, the platform was empty.

Following the route in his memory, he walked step by step towards his home, which he had not returned to for many years.

After walking along the street for a while, when he entered the community where his hometown is located, the scene in front of him felt very strange.

He remembered that there used to be an old locust tree planted in front of it, but now it has been turned into a green garden, and even the stairs in the community have been renovated.

As I walked up the stairs, I could hear the laughter and childish cheers of the neighbors.

Everything here felt strange yet familiar to him.

Finally, he stood in front of the door that had not been opened for a long time.

According to his memory, he reached for the gap next to the door and took out a key.

After opening the door, the smell of rotting wood hit my face.

After walking into the house, closing the door, he reached out and pressed the light switch on the wall beside him.

The lights flickered, illuminating the scene inside the house.

It had not been taken care of for many years, and now the house was covered with dust and cobwebs.

But the sight before him still reminded him of his childhood.

The scratches carved on the wall on the left record his growth. The doll placed in the right corner of the room is his favorite childhood toy. The cartoon drawings posted on the wall mark his pronunciation chart when he first learned to speak.

It’s just that the drawings are now yellowed and the writing is blurred.

Turning to look to the left, there was a pile of children's story books.

He still remembers many of the stories in it, and he was most excited when the monthly journal was delivered.

This meant that he had new stories to listen to.

At this time, his eyes glanced at the photo frame placed on the cabinet.

When he came to the cabinet, he reached out and picked up the photo frame and wiped off the dust on it.

The photo shows a family group photo.

This was left behind by his parents before they set foot on the front line, and he was only six years old at that time.

In the photo, he is holding the hands of his parents and looking at the camera with a smile. The faces of his parents standing on both sides are full of doting.

Looking at the photos, memories flooded my mind.

The blurry figures of the parents became clear at this time.

He once didn't understand why his parents had to abandon him and go to the front line.

But as he grew older, he gradually understood the deeper meaning.

His father once said, rubbing his head before leaving.

"If we don't work hard, a heavier burden will fall on your generation. Don't think your parents are cruel..."

Leaving the family behind to take care of everyone is not just for the sake of righteousness, but also for the future of the family.

There is no home without a country. This sentence can also be described in this era.

Without human civilization, there would be no individual future.

The sacrifice of the older generation is for the new generation to grow up better.

If it weren't for their hard work, perhaps humanity wouldn't be able to save even the five major cities, and everyone would be scavengers.

At this time, he deeply understood the mood of his parents at that time.

Not only for the sake of righteousness, but also for the sake of the family in my heart.

After wiping the photo frame clean, he placed it on the cabinet again.

Looking around, he decided to clean up the place.

An hour later, looking at the completely tidy room, a smile appeared on Feng Qi's face.

He has not returned to this home for many years.

Seeing things and thinking about emotions, everything here made him feel nostalgic and heartbroken.

But at this time he was completely relieved.

He understood his parents' choice, and he did not disappoint his parents or himself.

He moved a chair to the balcony and sat down. He looked up at the fireworks that were blooming outside.

Listening to the childish laughter of the children next door, a long-lost smile appeared on his face.

…

Hupo Research Institute.

The brutal fighting continues.

The members of the three factions of the Night Shadow Clan are already furious.

Such a tragic scene made the older members of the Yeying clan feel terrified.

They felt that if the fighting continued like this, the Yeying Clan would suffer a heavy setback, and the situation had completely exceeded expectations.

In the original plan, they just wanted to defeat the members of the patriarchal faction, overthrow the old system and create a new system of fair distribution.

They do not want to kill all the members of the current patriarchal faction.

In the end, it will give the members of the current clan leader's faction a chance to survive, and then they can manage the future of the Night Shadow clan together.

After all, they are all members of the Night Shadow Clan.

In a domain world filled with thousands of races, the Night Shadow Clan, like other racial forces, regards the race as a country.

And they are all part of the Night Shadow Kingdom.

Even if the current conflict must be resolved by force, there will eventually be a chance for maneuver.

They are different from members of the new generation.

Having experienced a period of resource scarcity, they know clearly that if they want to hold on to what they have, they must ensure that the overall strength of the entire group increases.

But members of the new generation obviously have different ideas.

Their radical behavior turned the planned struggle into a brutal fight.

The situation is now irreversible.

Members of the three factions all had relatives killed in this battle, and it was impossible to stop at this time.

Hatred aggravates conflicts.

The older generation of Yeying Clan was completely helpless at this time.

The only choice they can make at this time is to continue to make mistakes.

The situation has reached this point, and only by completely exterminating the clan leader's lineage will the future development of the Yeying Clan not be affected.

Looking at the falling figures around him, the Lord of Mist felt no fluctuation in his heart.

He transformed into the god of death and wandered around the battlefield.

There were more and more scars on his body, but he didn't care.

This new body was originally a tool he used to destroy the Night Shadow Clan, and its mission was almost over.

After this battle is over, it doesn't matter if it's destroyed.

In the future he will have a brand new body.

That body is the most important cornerstone on his way to the top.

Relying on the influence of that body, the plan that had been buried in his heart for a long time could be launched.

Finally, three hours later, looking at the messy core area of ​​​​the tiger soul, he couldn't help laughing.

Under the horrified gazes from all around, gray mist spewed out of his body, forming a sea of ​​gray mist in the blink of an eye.

The misty face appeared at this moment, looking at the exhausted Yeying tribe members like ants.

A new round of killing began.

…

11:55pm.

Dragging his broken and heavy body, the Lord of Mist walked step by step along the stairs leading to the top floor to the rooftop.

Arriving at the edge of the rooftop, he climbed up the edge wall.

Standing above and overlooking the night view of Star City, he felt happy.

On the way forward, he will start from the Tiger Soul Research Institute at his feet and climb to the top step by step.

At this time, the early morning bell rang in the sky over Star City.

Physically and mentally exhausted, he jumped off the wall, leaned on the edge of the wall to catch his breath for a moment, and then took out his cell phone.

Opening the contact list, he dialed a number on it.

After waiting for a while, the call came through.

A smile appeared on the blood-stained face of the Lord of Mist at this moment:

"Aqi, Happy New Year, I succeeded."