The Times Have Changed!

The exaggerated pillar of fire reaching into the sky shocked the crowd lurking in the darkness.

In the first instant of the explosion, the large transport carriage at the epicenter was completely wiped from the surface. The scorching light, equal to all living things, pulverized and burned away the Death Servants who hadn't yet awakened inside the entire carriage, and the Chen Family armed personnel nearby who hadn't yet understood what was happening.

In the second instant, the shockwave from the ground swept away everything, like an invisible heavy hammer delivering a fatal blow, rolling in with scorching metal fragments, rubble, and flying dust, instantly collapsing a large section of the massive warehouse building.

And so, the sound of concrete chunks being thrown up and falling, the pained cries of the survivors, and the frantic roars of the Death Servants awakened in the warehouse, rose and fell, a chaotic mix. The world was in utter disarray.

Ling stood fearlessly at the front of the group. An invisible shield emanated from around her, protecting all her teammates.

This was Dustless Land, or more precisely, a Dustless Land obtained by replicating a Zhou Family member's Word of Power through "Mirror Eye."

Mirror Eye is a rare, top-tier talent in the world, designated as a "Bloodline Imprint." It can rapidly analyze specific things or replicate Words of Power that only last for a limited time.

When a Mirror Eye user replicates the Word of Power of someone with a lower bloodline than themselves, they can even unleash the power of the Word of Power beyond the original.

Ling issued a command to the domain of "Dustless Land," blocking the encroaching impact, the scorching gale, and the countless fragments and debris.

The fire and smoke erupting in front of the warehouse shot up into the sky, illuminating the ground and also illuminating Ling's seemingly calm face and her golden pupils, which were clearly changing intensely.

Such incredible power...

For a long time, Ling had been the most obedient Three-No Girl following her boss, Lu Mingze. She always prioritized perfectly executing her boss's tasks rather than first thinking about why her boss asked her to do them.

But now she suddenly understood why her boss had asked the three of them to come here without reservation to help Emiya and the others.

Because this was a grand fireworks show.

At this moment, a large number of Shenzhou Noble Family disciples were gathered around the Chen Family compound. While they were sealing off the area, they were also personally watching this fireworks show.

The flashing light and the rising wind of the fireworks show would dispel the stubborn prejudices of the old era, forcing ignorant people to face the birth of something new and making them understand that "times have changed."

The warehouse was still in turmoil. Since a significant portion of the warehouse's overall architectural structure remained, there were still a large number of frozen Death Servants alive. Some of them began to revive amidst the noise, while a small number had already been blown away by the explosion at close to medium range, their limb fat ignited by the high temperature, causing them to scream wildly and enter death.

Still others, however, set their sights on the Chen Family's Hybrid armed personnel. The starving Death Servants instantly lost their minds, opened their bloody mouths, and pounced on the moving blood meals in front of them.

Through the air distorted by the high temperature and fierce flames, Ling glimpsed a scene like a hellish scroll painting, with severed limbs and flesh being roasted and blood flowing like mist.

Just like what she had experienced long ago... in her childhood, at the bombed-out Black Swan Harbor.

A few scattered Death Servants or Hybrids, with their body fat layers on fire at this moment, were frantically writhing, trying to escape hell, as if they were the struggling souls of Black Swan Harbor trying to crawl out.

"Clang."

In Ling's ears, she heard Emiya once again drawing a Projected weapon and the sound of him drawing his bow and nocking a sword.

The weapons of the new era once again pierced the sky, and the price... was the fall of a Chen Family.

Chen Family Manor.

"Another toast to you, sir! In the future, now that the Chen Family's path is open, we will need to rely heavily on your support."

At this moment, at the banquet table, amidst the clinking of glasses and the singing and dancing, Father Chen, the head of the family, was beaming. His usually stern middle-aged face had skillfully put on a worldly mask, uttering enthusiastic words as he clinked glasses with the representative sent by the Gattuso Family and drank heartily.

Drinking culture is a tradition that must be experienced on this continent, and even the Gattuso family members far away in Italy had heard of it.

It is said that no matter how big or small the matter, there is nothing that cannot be discussed at the dinner table, and every action of raising a glass and toasting contains human relationships and social dynamics to be explored.

The Gattuso Family, who had long shed their gangster origins and prided themselves as a noble family among Hybrids, naturally dared not be careless in this regard.

Facing Father Chen's repeated toasts, he accepted them one after another to avoid being negligent or impolite, drinking heartily each time. He had almost become a large wine barrel, full of alcohol fumes and with a round belly.

Besides the two of them, Nono, who was exquisitely made up and dressed like a princess, also sat at the table. Not long ago, she had passed some kind of Gattuso elder interview—

In fact, she was just looked at through a screen by a few old men in retro-style white robes, and the interview was completed. This was actually considered passing...

Nono's role here at this moment was not to accompany them in drinking—even if she were to drink, she would absolutely not drink with these two—but to serve as an interesting topic to liven up the banquet atmosphere for Father Chen and the Gattuso representative.

Father Chen raised his glass and pointed at Nono, saying that their Motong had performed very well in this interview and would definitely become the most noble and virtuous mistress of Gattuso after she married.

The Gattuso representative, speaking with a not-so-standard Mandarin accent, slowly replied that it was inevitable, that their Gattuso Family placed the utmost importance on the inheritance of future generations, and that Miss Motong, who was valued by the elders, would surely receive the highest level of training and education to become a distinguished and highly praised bride of the young master.

Nono watched the two men exchange polite flattery with cold eyes. The feeling of being traded like a commodity, with words like marriage alliance and bride being used, filled her heart with waves of annoyance and disgust.

However, she had completely recovered from the truth about clones like Frigga. Being traded as a bride commodity would not cause her to lose her composure directly.

Now Nono had the Ancient Dragon Serum given by the Ninja Master hidden on her, as well as the short knife and a Beretta Tomcat Pistol that came with it...

Although it was inconvenient for her to wear the long formal dress for the banquet, she could tie them to her leg. At the Chen Family Manor, no one would search her, a young lady of the house.

Nono now planned to secretly keep an eye on Father Chen. As long as she found the right opportunity... she would stage a scene of "filial daughter and loving father"!

The banquet was in full swing. The Gattuso representative's face was flushed and he was heavily intoxicated. Father Chen was about to continue serving wine when he suddenly touched his pocket, his expression changed, and he said sorry to Gattuso, saying he needed to take a call, and then hurried away from the table.

Nono's eyes lit up, so she also quickly excused herself, claiming to go to the restroom, then left the table alone in a different direction, and then followed slowly in the direction Father Chen had gone.

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