Two and a half years later!
At the border between Moguo and the Beautiful Country, a cargo truck sped along a desolate road.
The driver was a black-haired young man in a hood, with the standard appearance of an Indigenous American. He was none other than the Beautiful Country's first transcendent, Lachica—and its most wanted fugitive.
"Warning, warning. S-rank wanted criminal Lachica, if you do not stop immediately and surrender, we will take all necessary measures."
As the cargo truck raced along the road, a helicopter overhead broadcast the warning through an external loudspeaker.
Farther away, an entire mechanized division of the Beautiful Country was rushing toward them, while fighter jets patrolled overhead, ready to act.
If they had not wanted to capture Lachica alive, they would have already bombarded him with overwhelming firepower.
"Damn it."
Lachica's expression was grim. Over the past two and a half years, he had never stopped stirring up trouble. Using fierce ghosts, he had targeted the Beautiful Country's police, officials, and capitalists one after another, causing massive casualties.
On top of that, his spread of the Netherworld Soul Summoning Technique had caused ghost-summoning rituals to flourish throughout the Beautiful Country, leaving the country in utter disarray.
These actions had made Lachica a thorn in the Beautiful Country's side, an object of intense pursuit and arrest. He was subjected to relentless hunts and crackdowns.
Because of this, Lachica had been forced to keep hiding and fleeing. A few days ago, however, he had finally exposed a weakness and been discovered by the Beautiful Country.
Left with no choice, Lachica could only head for the border, hoping to enter Moguo and temporarily escape the Beautiful Country to lie low.
Seeing the helicopter drawing closer, Lachica opened the window and extended his left hand. In his outstretched