"Reporting, Lieutenant Zorin, the airship will soon arrive above the Hellsing Organization headquarters. Please give your orders!"
"Mm, good. The entire squad, take up combat positions. Prepare for a direct airborne landing!" Zorin Blitz said excitedly.
"B-but, Lieutenant Zorin, the Major ordered us to wait until he arrived before beginning the operation," another subordinate said hesitantly. "If we launch a forced assault on our own—"
Lin Peng was busy that day when his phone rang. He picked it up and saw that Yezi was calling.
But whether it was years later, decades later, centuries later, millennia later, or even tens of thousands, hundreds of millions of years later, there was still no result. Even Misu himself was unsure.
A scholar held an official degree and was protected by the dynasty's national fortune. Killing such a person could easily bring backlash from the imperial court.
Anyone capable of flying through the air was at least in the Void Realm, but Zhuge Yuanhong, as the head of a sect, had seen Void Realm experts before.
Lord Qianling's words had indeed reminded Mofan of something. He noticed that many cultivators wore fitted Daoist robes, while few wore armor. Most of those who did wore soft, close-fitting armor beneath their clothes.
Murakami Jiro was impatient by nature. After telling Guan Shijie to wait for news, he called for the driver and left at once.
Wu Chi and Wu You shouted in unison, their voices booming like thunder. An ordinary person's eardrums would ring from such a roar, causing them to faint outright.
Night enveloped everything. The stars and moon were dim and lightless, while the howling wind added another layer of eeriness to the scene.
Seeing the Annihilation Envoy, the Evil King sneered again. Then he pointed at the four angels, including the Throne