761: Soaring.16 [DareDevil Ghost]

Preface:

The true power of art lies in the ordinary, suffused with great emotion.

—Jean-François Millet

[Part ① · Instinct]

After taking the last pill from Fay, the Gunsmith went to sleep.

Switching to the Phoenix to interrogate Fay Florasalin made things much simpler—

—There were no hidden threats and no needless chatter. With the aid of a visualized spirit-body UI, Fay only had to fill out questionnaires with specific answers. In several different formats, she wrote down or drew the basic terrain and troop deployments at checkpoints throughout Danqiu Country's counties and districts.

It was a tedious process. She had to keep her mind active and highly focused. Judas had already trained that brain of hers—in Fay's mind, it seemed that as long as she did her best to cooperate with the Nameless One, everything would work out.

She had no idea what fate awaited her, nor did she know that this whole series of attacks against the alliance had been in the works for six years.

The simple punch looked fierce and swift, striking straight at the heart of the matter. In truth, it had been building power for a long time. From the moment Eureka was retaken, the grudge-holding little darling Ming De had been quietly preparing to find some way to chop off Judas's head.

Taking it slow would get them there faster. These two thousand days and nights were the final act of care the various departments of the Transportation Bureau, the administrative agencies, and the officers and soldiers of the Guangling Zhixi Warband had given the Immortals Alliance. Without the Nameless One, without this elite strike team capable of cutting down high-value targets at Zero Platform, without the power to kill in a single blow—the day of reckoning might have come later. But their