"Boss, let's retreat then! See you in the Polar Icefield!"
"I'll definitely bring you the finest penguin meat then!"
Mo Wan stood in front of the blue portal and waved to Jiangnan Nan.
Lin Zhu stood aside, saying, "Dragon God, I am deeply grateful."
We will remember your kindness. On the Polar Icefield, we are ready to serve you at any time.
Having said that, the two of them didn't linger any longer and turned to step into the blue portal side by side.
The wind continued to howl, whipping the tattered hems of clothes from Jiangnan.
He stood alone on the edge of the cliff, gazing in the direction of the teleportation portal.
"It's time to go."
Jiangnan withdrew her gaze and looked down at the baby she was holding.
Seemingly noticing Jiangnan's gaze, [The Fool] not only didn't show any shyness, but instead smiled.
He stretched out his two little hands and hugged Jiangnan's neck, affectionately rubbing his little face against Jiangnan's chin.
A sense of familiarity spread through the hearts of people from Jiangnan.
He watched the carefree little fellow laughing quietly, his eyebrows slightly raised.
He didn't know who the baby was, or why it gave him the illusion of being related by blood.
They weren't even sure if the little guy was some long-lost relative.
But none of that matters now.
The Fool forcibly assimilates mortals within a ten-meter radius.
The heaven-defying rule that erases all extraordinary powers is enough for Jiangnan to regard him as a top-level strategic asset.
We must protect him at all Wings and make him the core of our sanctuary.
"From now on, you'll be with me."
Jiangnan used his remaining left hand to support the baby in his arms, then turned and stepped into the blue portal.
Buzz...
A burst of white light erupted before my eyes, and space folded and shifted.
As the light faded, what came into view was the dilapidated streets of Soul Return Town.
The sky was already turning a pale white, and the first rays of dawn pierced the night, shining upon this land that had just experienced the ravages of war.
I'm back.
Just as Jiangnan was enjoying this long-lost tranquility.
"Beep beep beep!!!"
Suddenly, the sound of a car horn came from the far end of the street.
Jiangnan turned her head to look in the direction of the sound.
His RV was speeding towards them.
Amidst the swirling dust, a person leaned out of the car window and waved.
"Hey! Big Boss! We're here!"
Wang Meng's voice was so loud that it could be heard from a great distance.
"Squeak!!!"
The SUV braked and stopped about ten meters from Jiangnan.
The car door was kicked open.
Chen Tong, Yekaterina, and Piano jumped out of the car.
They ran wildly towards Jiangnan with faces full of joy.
"Jiangnan! We're here!"
"Me too!"
"Master! I miss you so much!"
Looking at the boisterous team members, and at the baby hugging his neck and grinning foolishly.
Jiangnan's face softened, and a smile appeared on her face.
As the sun rose, golden sunlight shone on his shoulders.
The trial is over.
But the final journey has only just begun...
Polar Icefield, ravaged by wind and snow
But deep within an abandoned mine in this snow-covered mountain where the temperature is absolute zero, a completely different scene unfolds.
This is the headquarters of the Desolate God Society.
"Ding-dong!"
The sound of glass colliding echoed in the empty mine shaft.
In the corner, the small mountain made of empty beer bottles had grown even taller.
A figure in a purple-yellow suit was slumped there.
His once flamboyant suit was now stained with oil and wine, and his hair was a complete mess.
The slovenly Clown let out a burp, flicked his fingers, and with a "pop," knocked away another beer bottle cap.
Then he tilted his head back and began to forcefully pour the liquid down his throat.
Just then, a cloud of Black Mist appeared out of thin air, and two beams of light pierced through the mist.
The second seat of the Desolate God Society, Nightmare.
"Clown! What the hell are you doing?!"
Nightmare looked at the mess on the ground and roared angrily in the mine, "So what if it's a failed mission?!"
"The Sage man said it's alright!"
"I told you to take a break, I had no intention of holding you accountable, so what are you doing here wallowing in despair?!"
The Clown stopped pouring the wine and casually wiped the foam from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.
"Hehehe... you don't understand."
"Nightmare, you are a wisp of mist, a monster without a heart."
How could you understand this feeling?
The Clown shook the half-empty bottle of beer in his hand, staring blankly at the rising bubbles inside.
"This feeling of... one second you're standing atop a mountain overlooking all living beings, and the next you're kicked into an Abyss..."
"This fleeting, ephemeral dream..."
"The feeling of losing the love of one's life..."
"A heartless monster like you would never understand."
"Cheers, to my dead love..."
As he spoke, he tilted his head back and began to drink again.
Nightmare was utterly dumbfounded by his hopeless state.
He felt his blood pressure rising sharply.
He couldn't understand why, in such a large Desolate God Society, his subordinates were all abstract practitioners!
Nightmare roared in my heart, and I even had an urge to cover my face and cry.
That No-Self idiot, giving up a perfectly good job as a terrorist!
He insisted on opening a school to teach and educate people, but a passing scoundrel Dragon God pinned him to the ground and beat him into a pulp!
That idiot codenamed "Dusk" likes to stick his neck out for others, that's one thing!
He was still reselling his own family's inferior teleportation talismans, and in the end, he not only got swindled out of everything, but was also beaten into a mentally disabled person who couldn't take care of himself!
Now they've even betrayed us and defected to the enemy!
That self-important Gambler, always talking about probability and calculations, thinks he can control everything!
Once at the gambling table, he discovered that he wasn't the dealer at all, but rather a victim who had been completely exploited!
And this [Clown] in front of us, always acting crazy and putting on airs like a Gotham City villain, and what's the result?!
Deep down, he's just a giant baby starved for love!
He fell in love with an old woman who was over a hundred years older than him!
He drowns his sorrows in alcohol after being slightly hurt by someone!
The worst one is their own boss!
It was clearly his idea!
As a result, they immediately sold out [the Madman], and his subordinates didn't dare to utter a single word!
"Why... why can't there be a few normal people in this organization?!"
Nightmare clutched her forehead in despair, feeling utterly exhausted. "Can't it be like me!"
"Should we just destroy the world methodically and thoroughly, step by step, without any strenuous effort?"
"Is that too much to ask?!"
Just as Nightmare was sinking into deep workplace depression, the temperature inside the mine suddenly dropped, and a powerful pressure descended.
A message talisman emanating from dark red flames drifted down from the void and stopped in front of Nightmare.
Nightmare's expression hardened, and he immediately put away his chaotic thoughts.
That was an instruction from the highest level, the Evil God Helge (the Sage)!
He reached out a hand formed from Black Mist and caught the communication talisman.
As the flames flickered, a voice echoed in the Nightmare's mind.
"Act immediately, the situation has changed."
"[Void] has successfully broken through to the Quasi-God realm."
"Currently, she is doing everything in her power to break the seal on the imperial tomb!"
"Once the seal is broken and the [Ancestor Dragon Emperor] is found, she can ascend to the heavens in one step and completely break through that divine barrier!"
"At that time, our endless army located in the Filth Starfield will be able to enter in single file via coordinates and completely flatten this Barbaric Realm!"
"Nightmare, I hereby order you to immediately summon the Clown and depart for [Deep Pool Fortress] to rendezvous with the twelfth [Merchant]!"
"Your mission is to unite with the fortress lord and intercept the Dragon God on his only route to [Dragon Xia Imperial City]!"
"Don't fight him to the death; use every means at your disposal to slow him down!"
"We absolutely cannot allow him to interfere with the Void Breaking Ritual!"
The message talisman turned to ashes in mid-air and dissipated into the air.
Nightmare's eyes lit up.
Breakthrough to godhood...
An army of Filth has descended...
Hold off the Dragon God!
The real showdown is finally about to begin.