Invitation

Devils were ill-suited for battle. They preferred hiding in the shadows, relying on schemes and trajectories to achieve their desires. That was how the Angel Alliance had defined its greatest enemy—but that definition was from a hundred years ago.

Elorie had made it clear that the newly emerged devils were no longer frail. Not only had they concealed that distinctive stench, but their strength was absurd as well. She had indeed been seriously injured at the time, but not so badly that she should have lost to a devil from a century ago in a physical confrontation. That meant devils, too, had benefited from the progress of the times. Whether that benefit came from technological development or the use of Artifacts, devils had undeniably become stronger than before.

So Chen Xuan needed to gather his strongest fighting force as well.

Lin Qing and Liu Shuyue certainly counted, and Mala Village's hunting party could also be useful. Beyond that, there was one more person he could recruit.

Through Room 204, Chen Xuan arrived at Elorie's true home.

The first thing he saw upon pushing open the door was Liu Li leaning against the windowsill, staring blankly at the street outside. Her large conical hat was still on her head, and the white veil concealed her entire face.

Only after hearing the door open did she slowly turn her head. "Oh? What are you doing here?"

Chen Xuan glanced around the room. Everything was neatly arranged, but it felt cold and lifeless, as though it had remained exactly as it was when she left. Even the trash can was spotless, as if she had produced no garbage at all during the past half month.

"You haven't ordered takeout?"

When she left, Elorie had clearly given her a credit card with more than