The Black Book: Seven Deadly Sins-Chapter 161: Our Comrades Are Everywhere Across the Five Lakes and Four Seas

This seemingly unremarkable glance unexpectedly stirred a sense of threat in Zhu Haomiao's heart, like a thorn pressing against his back.

"Who is this young man?"

"A friend, who has arranged to meet Lord Nalan."

Seeing that Wang Hua was unwilling to elaborate, the personal guard commander with a fierce aura frowned in discomfort, his gaze falling on the black sword at the youth's waist.

"Then may I trouble the gentleman to leave his weapon outside the tent."

"No need, let them come in."

At that moment, a rich, magnetic male voice came from inside the tent, and the personal guard commander quickly cupped his fists in acceptance.

"As you command."

Having said that, he lifted the heavy curtain of the central army tent and respectfully gestured.

"Please."

"Thank you for your trouble."

Wang Hua casually cupped his fists, leading the silent youth into the spacious central army tent.

Facing them, a sturdy man with a broad back and a national character face, topped with a rat-tail hairstyle, sat in the tent, watching them with interest.

"Greetings to Lord Nalan."

"Sit."

Wang Hua led Zhu Haomiao to sit down below, quietly not speaking, waiting until the thick curtain was fully closed, a mysterious force sealing the tent, and the noise outside suddenly fell silent, he finally let out a long breath, his whole body completely relaxed.

"Junior Brother Zhu, let me introduce you, this is Nalan Shu."

"Old Shu, this is our number one seed, Zhu Haomiao."

Upon hearing this, Nalan Shu looked meaningfully at the youth, nodding slightly in acknowledgment.

"Hello, Feng Zhaobai often mentions you to me."

Hearing this, Zhu Haomiao glanced curiously at the rat-tail on his head and tentatively asked.

"Could it be...you are?"

Nalan Shu smiled without speaking, lifting his vestment to reveal a mysterious and elegant purple-golden hue.

Seeing the familiar [Dragon Emblem], even though he was mentally prepared, Zhu Haomiao couldn't help but catch his breath, a phrase flashing through his mind.

Our comrades are scattered across the world, even infiltrating the enemy's ranks!

Immediately, looking at Nalan Shu's mature, dignified, and even slightly aged face, Zhu Haomiao couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Senior Nalan, when did you enter here?"

Upon hearing this, Nalan Shu gazed distantly into the void, murmuring.

"I was among the first pioneers to enter, and it's been almost 40 virtual years now..."

Listening to his dreamlike whispers, Zhu Haomiao was shocked to the core.

40 years!

This is almost equivalent to experiencing more than half a lifetime!

On the other side, Nalan Shu shook his head, the trace of confusion in his heart instantly extinguished, his pupils regaining clarity.

He looked up to see the youth's astonished expression, chuckling and shaking his head.

"Don't look at me like this right now, in reality, I'm the same age as Feng Zhaobai and only a few years older than you, so you can just call me Senior Brother."

"Ah?"

Looking at his mature appearance of over fifty, Zhu Haomiao hesitated for a moment, suppressing his strange emotions to speak.

"Senior Brother Nalan."

"Hmm, originally, I could have ascended to the Upper Realm long ago, but the task assigned by the nation hasn't been completed. Now, with the help of talents like you, I finally see the dawn of ascension."

Glancing at the golden [Dragon Emblem] on the youth's chest, Nalan Shu's eyes were filled with expectation.

Feeling an inexplicable sense of heavy responsibility, Zhu Haomiao earnestly nodded.

"I will do everything in my power to ensure a bloody defeat for the enemy."

As soon as these words were spoken, the smiles on the faces of the two people beside him momentarily froze, exchanging a glance seamlessly.

Feng Zhaobai was right, his inclination for violence is truly strong!

Receiving a signal from Nalan Shu, Wang Hua smiled wryly and shrugged.

Otherwise, why would he repeatedly emphasize that you must keep an eye on him and avoid any accidents...

Subsequently, the two sighed in unison, but Wang Hua quickly gathered himself, shifting the topic.

"Junior Brother Zhu, the reason I brought you here is to let you know that Old Shu can be trusted."

"The upcoming war and the Jiawu War are two sides of the same coin. We must cooperate and assist each other to achieve the final victory."

"Oh."

Zhu Haomiao nodded, but under the influence of double [Pupation], his slow and dazed mind couldn't process too much complex information.

After careful thought and analysis, he concluded: as long as I kill all my enemies, victory will certainly be mine!

After reviewing this, he felt there was no problem, and Zhu Haomiao nodded firmly with determination in his eyes.

"I understand. I will definitely help Senior Brother Nalan kill all the enemies!"

"..."

Nalan Shu painfully pinched his eyebrow, faintly understanding the feeling Feng Zhaobai had when venting his frustrations to him.

This "comprehension king" has completely misunderstood...

However, upon careful thought, he seemed to have a point.

The essence of war is indeed slaughter; as long as all the enemies are killed, victory will naturally be achieved!

But...isn't this a bit too extreme?

Smacking his lips, emotions churned within Nalan Shu, ultimately transforming countless words into a weary sigh.

"Junior Brother Zhu, at least...you mustn't kill captives!"

"Killing captives brings misfortune!"

.........

As days passed swiftly like a shuttle, more than ten days went by in the blink of an eye.

In the command hall outside the suburbs of Pyongyang, Li Zhenxi stared at the 3D holographic map, anxiously and expectantly biting her lip.

"It's been over ten days; has he still not acted?"

Beside her, Cui Zhenyu shook his head calmly.

"He is very patient, likely still perceiving the battlefield's dynamics."

Upon hearing this, several other on-duty dominants gathered around, their faces filled with gossip.

"Cui Zhenyu, aren't you in a blood alliance? Do you know anything about that...um...that [Dragon's Son]?"

Surrounded by the curious 'gossipy' comrades, Cui Zhenyu couldn't help but laugh wryly, grinning.

"As for information about Him, I know just as much as you all do—rumors gathered from hearsay."

"Could He just be a facade? It's been over ten days on the frontlines without any significant achievements..."

Hearing Li Zhenxi's quiet mumble, Cui Zhenyu shook his head without hesitation.

"Impossible, it's validated by the Security Council as an [Abyss]."

"Moreover, the [Evil Dragon of the Empire] wasn't just bragged about, but fought out from the Japanese..."

"I assume you've all seen the footage of that match; can you honestly say that you exhibited such might at the Silver Level?"

Seeing the crowd's faces turn serious, their eyebrows furrowed in contemplation, Cui Zhenyu continued to smile.

"Not to mention Silver Level, many hegemony-level transcenders can't achieve the [Mythical State], and that opponent trampled by Him, I'm sure you have some understanding of their identity..."

"That was a genuine god reincarnated, one of Japan's strongest Three Noble Sons!"

"And the result? Killed with a single stomp by the [Dragon's Son]!"

"That's why the Japanese wail the [Evil Dragon of the Empire], and the enemy's pain and despair are the best evidence..."