Geng Jun's Fury

"Are you sure the fighting outside has stopped?" Geng Jun was pressed against the inside of the security door, listening intently.

"Yes, Lord Geng Jun, it has indeed ended."

Four gnolls stood behind Geng Jun, and the leading gnoll chief, who was missing a piece of his ear, answered.

His tone was very certain.

"It seems they went from upstairs to downstairs, and then from downstairs back upstairs, circling around."

Momit the gnoll twitched his ears.

His face also showed some solemnity.

"How many people are there?" Geng Jun frowned and asked.

"Listening to the footsteps, it seems there are quite a few people, at least around 50," Momit the gnoll replied.

"That many?!" Geng Jun's eyes widened slightly.

"Mm." But Momit the gnoll's voice was even more solemn: "I also heard the rattling of chainmail and the clanging of shields. They should be the level of regular human troops."

Human soldiers in the Spiritual Realm who could wear chainmail could no longer be classified as cannon fodder.

They were completely regular soldiers in the hands of various Lords!

Momit the gnoll reached out and touched the missing piece of his ear, and the bloodshot in his eyes became even more violent.

But he quickly suppressed it.

"Is it Shen Mu from the seventh floor?" Geng Jun asked at this time.

"Doesn't seem like it." Momit the gnoll hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "But listening to the sound, it seems it can only be that guy from the seventh floor. After all, only he has the loyalty of Human Militia."

Thinking about it now, Momit the gnoll was only wary of those Human Militia who seemed to be holding weapons and were arranged in a Spear Phalanx.

He wasn't actually afraid.

A group of farmers still holding Long-handled Sickles, without even armor, if it weren't for the secluded terrain of this apartment building.

In the wilderness.

He would have led his three gnoll companions, covering for each other, and directly charged through them, wantonly slaughtering and enjoying fresh flesh and blood!

It was only now that these gnolls were forced to take refuge under the protection of people from another world.

Otherwise, they would be repelled by the rules of this other world.

Returning to that dark and sunless Space-Time Seal where even their souls were locked, forever sinking!

"Who could it be then?" Geng Jun's face showed a hint of apprehension.

A group of unfamiliar guys dared to wander around in his apartment building in the dark night, during the most concentrated period of Gray Fog.

And he didn't know what their intentions were.

He also didn't know if they were friendly or hostile.

It indeed made him quite vigilant.

After the noisy footsteps outside the door completely disappeared, Geng Jun's expression became even more solemn.

Because he could hear it.

Those disappearing footsteps went directly upstairs in the end, not leaving the apartment downwards.

Moreover, at the very beginning, the footsteps first appeared from upstairs, slowly moving downwards.

Then they left the apartment.

"Is it really that guy who has the loyalty of humans?"

At this moment, Momit the gnoll, who was missing an ear, suddenly spoke, his pink tongue licking his row of sharp teeth.

As a gnoll, his ears were more sensitive.

Even though he was very reluctant to believe it.

But now, in his hesitation, he voiced his guess: "Could it be that he was lucky and obtained a Space-Time Mark, gaining the loyalty of an entire human army!?"

"...Perhaps." Geng Jun's eyes were slightly stunned at this time, and then he also showed envy.

Currently, many possibilities pointed to Shen Mu.

And this explanation, obtaining a Space-Time Mark and gaining the loyalty of an entire human army, was the only reasonable explanation.

Geng Jun and the forty-odd ordinary people on the third and fourth floors, about eleven or twelve families, had lived there for at least a few months.

Therefore, they were very clear about their usual lives; they were just ordinary people.

During the day, they went out to search for food, or worked as laborers for certain forces, doing various odd jobs.

At night, they came back and hid at home.

There was no future.

This was also the life of most ordinary people nowadays.

Perhaps, if it weren't for the fact that the more people gathered in a small area, the more it would trigger the reaction of the Necromantic Rules, bringing down more and more terrifying Undead Monsters.

These ordinary people now are very likely to be captured by those with ulterior motives and used as free labor.

After all, even the government has disintegrated, and the rulers have all been replaced by those strong individuals who possess the Spiritual Realm Mark.

The former laws and morals have all collapsed.

Without the threat of the Necromantic Rules, who would care about nonsense like fellow feeling?

"But don't worry, Lord Geng Jun, if you can collect some more Spiritual Realm Crystal Core Fragments, then our Wasteland Ribs Tribe will still have many strong Gnolls who will come to follow you."

At this moment, the Gnoll Momit also slowly spoke, his tone carrying his confidence: "In the Spiritual Realm, we who live in the wasteland have always been the number one enemy of those human kingdoms or duchies! To resist us, they have to set up many fortresses on the border! This also shows the strength of our Gnoll tribes!"

This is also why the Gnoll Momit looked down on those militia who were clearly armed farmers.

"Mm, I know." But Geng Jun just hummed in response and didn't say much more.

Instead, he was still quietly listening at the door.

Only after confirming that there was indeed no movement outside did he return to his seat by the fire.

As for Momit's words, he just listened.

He was a university graduate on Blue Star, had participated in the debate club at school, and even became a boss after graduation.

Of course, he would look at problems rationally.

If you Gnolls are so powerful, then why do you live in the barren, difficult, and extremely harsh environment of the wasteland?

Can't you live on the fertile plains occupied by the human race?

Are you unwilling?

Or don't you want to?

"Ridiculous." Geng Jun secretly snorted.

Of course, he didn't express this emotion.

These four Gnolls are, after all, Spiritual Realm creatures who follow him, and he still needs to rely on them when facing Undead Monsters.

"Based on the time calculation, how long until the Black Tide?" Geng Jun suddenly asked at this moment.

"About a month." A Gnoll replied.

"About a month..." Geng Jun's expression also became a little grim: "Then I really need more Gnolls to help."

"In the basement of the apartment, there should be Undead Monsters that have condensed Space-Time Crystal Core Fragments." The Gnoll Momit placed his claw on his Scimitar, his pair of green eyes looking at Geng Jun: "Lord, how about we, go in and try?"

"Just us?" Geng Jun scoffed at this suggestion: "The underground garage is so big, who knows how many Undead Monsters are inside."

Just relying on these four Gnolls and himself, an ordinary person who only gained some strength after receiving the Gnoll's blessing.

He was afraid that once they went in, they wouldn't be able to come out!

"Aren't there, those people from the Diesel Company?" Momit grinned sinisterly: "Anyway, you came from them, go back and admit your mistake, could your former colleagues ignore you? You know, before, you were one of their shareholders..."

"Bang!" But before the Gnoll Momit could finish speaking, Geng Jun slapped the nearby table.

He directly interrupted the Gnoll Momit's words.

"Okay, okay, Lord Geng Jun, I shouldn't have said that." Momit also helplessly began to apologize at this moment.

This was something that was impossible for him, who was usually brutal and cunning.

But there was no other way.

He knew very well.

The inside story of the Diesel Company was Geng Jun's reverse scale.

As expected, after slapping the table, Geng Jun also looked at him coldly and said: "I said, I just couldn't stand those guys from the Diesel Company, that's why I left."

"I understand, but my suggestion is indeed for your own good, Lord."

The Gnoll Momit tilted his head.

"My affairs don't need you to decide." Geng Jun raised his hand, indicating that he didn't need to say anything more: "Even without them, I will find an opportunity to collect more Space-Time Crystal Core Fragments."

"Of course, we believe in you, Lord Geng Jun." The Gnoll smiled, but his green eyes still flickered.