Duden Meyer, male, thirty-five years old, Ember Level 5, is a craftsman.

Born in Qiandao, a common mixed race, just like any ordinary ember, he has learned from many teachers and learned from each other - which means working odd jobs in various workshops. In order to become a craftsman, he pursued evil transformation, and after receiving the blessing of staying in the rot, he knelt on his head.

He became a disciple of Yusu Tutor Kanemoto and became a flute boy, but he still registered his name.

Read as a writing tool for students.

As a master who became famous a hundred years ago, and after betraying the association, he joined Jiu Ni's command, Jian Yuan can be said to be a model of teaching without distinction.

For students, teach them whatever is useful, and use them until they are useless.

After so many years, as the number of students under his sect increased, he actually became rich in talents and cultivated countless monsters and ghosts. He was known as the furnace of stagnant decay and evil. This means that countless monsters were created in the furnace.

And Duden is the most useless one in the worst class...not a metaphor, but the real thing.

The foundation is scattered, the theory is not refined, and none of the four aspects of ascension, transformation, purification, and integration are decent.

After learning a bunch of contradictory skills here and there, there is no way to integrate them, and it is impossible to separate the rough and extract the essence. I will eat hundreds of things until I get upset, and I will lose hundreds of people after learning hundreds of skills.

After making do and making do, I finally managed to become a craftsman with a decent level of craftsmanship. It can be said that this is how it will be for the rest of my life.

No more progress.

This is what Jian Yuan made clear to him. If it weren't for the real lack of manpower, the tool man might not even get his turn.

However, in Duden's view, it was clear that Lao Deng was exposing his own faults and unwilling to open up his inheritance, and was deliberately trying to attack him. Anyway, in his mouth, this old guy was as bad as he was, and as ruthless as he was.

How cruel, every cat passing by would have to be slapped before it could leave... It couldn't be compared to the senior in front of me who is so open-minded, calm and generous, and amiable!

So for the sake of my frankness and leniency, can you show mercy and spare my dog's life? I am willing to turn over the dark side and become a dog of the Security Bureau from now on. I will thank you for your kindness for the rest of my life...

There was no execution, no coercion, or even interrogation.

Ji Jue just started, but the process hasn't even been completed yet. Duden's little mouth was like a machine gun, and everything came out.

I'm afraid that if I don't tell you in detail, I won't be able to save my life.

Especially after Ji Jue used the dissociation technique to destroy a piece of alchemy equipment in front of him, and then smiled and put his palm on him...

Then, there was a long silence.

Everyone was silent.

Tongshan hesitated for a moment and opened his mouth to ask. Xu Guan, who was monitoring the whole process next to him, rubbed his face and sighed silently, "I'm not telling lies."

There is no trace of lies, and no important points are overlooked.

Either this guy is pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, his rank is high enough that he can easily kill everyone present, and he is just playing games with them out of spite.

Either... everything he said is true.

Then, there was a sound of gasping for air.

Ji Jue's face was expressionless, Tongshan lowered his eyes and said nothing, the cover of the building was ashen, and the other members also used hometown gossip or Yacheng swear words.

All I can say is, what a hell of a meeting of monsters and monsters...

Today's Quancheng City is a gathering of elites.

Under the initiative of the contemporary priest, priest, and holy envoy of the Huixie Cult, that is, the big boss Lu Changsheng, the Nine Evils suddenly became turbulent, and various shady villains appeared one after another. Through the secrets under the vortex, everyone

Paths are gathered in Quan City to plan a big event that the gangsters love most.

What the big deal is, anyway, little Karami like Duden, who can only act as a tool to help Kanyuan, is not clear at all.

But just look at the scale...

One is heavier than the other.

First, there is the Huaxie Cult, which worships evil objects and spreads evil; then there is the infamous Dragon Sacrifice Society; Wuluo Temple, which follows Jueyuan and advocates the annihilation of all living beings; Tianxin Society, chosen by Weiyang, the great evil corresponding to the Heart Shuttle; and

, the profound craftsmen of the Zunru series...

Look at these five waves of people, who is not a lawless maniac, who is not a veteran evil devil, and who is not the dear daughter of Nine Evils, oh, the Dragon Festival is just a sideshow, not to mention... But the Dragon Festival is

For me to transform into a dragon, chase natural disasters, and do more and more exaggerated things, okay?

These five waves of weird guys are gathering together to do big things...

Haizhou has never had such a gathering of talents!

Even if it is impossible to send out all the troops except for the evil cult group, at least they have sent their own strong men and backbone.

When an individualized cult group breaks up with the security bureau, it's a complete defeat. But when these demons and monsters unite, the result will be disastrous.

Even the other side is fighting fiercely internally, and the dog-eat-dog fight has never stopped, but everyone is not a fool. In Italy's current situation, even if there are differences, they are just minor disputes.

Definitely do the big things first!

Do big things! Do big things! Do big things!

Ji Jue never imagined how big a ghost this group of amazing treasures could pick up just by getting together!

I thought that after severely damaging a team that turned into a cult, these guys would suffer heavy losses, and even if nothing happened, they would be miserable for a long time. Now it seems that it is not painful at all.

How big of a deal is that?

The disease of mustard moss is nothing to worry about.

Now they can't even deal with their most serious problems...

I don’t know whether it’s a blessing among misfortunes—there’s news about Lou Feng’s aunt.

The good news is that he is still alive, the bad news is that he is still alive.

The survivors of the permanent investigation team were not killed indiscriminately, or even suffered humiliation or other torture. They were all frozen on the spot and taken away.

I don't know where exactly he was taken.

Lou Feng's expression was gloomy and he said no more.

He gritted his teeth and turned around to leave.

He devoted himself wholeheartedly to the dismantling of the workshop, forcing himself to divert his attention. But just by hearing the loud noises of destruction, he knew how bad his condition was.

Ji Jue sighed.

At this time, don't feel sorry for these three melons and two dates. I hope he can hold on.

"Found it!"

While rummaging, Ji Xue relied on her terrifying speed and efficiency to finally find the most important thing - a palm-sized plate with many characters engraved on it and the pointer constantly rotating.

It's like a compass.

The rest of the people were suddenly shocked and looked at Xu Guan. After Xu Guan completed the inspection, he nodded slowly and finally couldn't bear it anymore and breathed a sigh of relief!

That's Duden's geological chart.

It is impossible for the craftsmen of Yousu to sleep in the same bed as the Huaxie Cult. To say that they share the same bed with each other is considered a compliment.

During several trips in and out of Quancheng, Duden also secretly recorded several different routes on his geographical map. Otherwise, if the situation repeats and the evil cult packs up and leaves, what will happen to the friendly forces?

Stay in Quancheng and wait for death?

When doing things these days, the most important thing is not whether you can do it, but whether you can do it or not, but to ensure that you can continue to do it next time.

Now that they have Duden's map, as long as they disguise themselves well, they may not be able to seize the time and get out of here.

The opportunity is at hand.

Next, it’s time to deal with Duden...

When everyone looked over with cold eyes, Dudeng's expression suddenly changed, he begged and kowtowed frantically towards Ji Jue.

Ji Jue was about to speak when he heard Lou Feng calling his name.

He stood in Duden's workshop and opened the door, looking uglier than ever.

"come over."

He said, "Look at this."

Then, Ji Jue's face turned ugly.

In the production room, there is a huge machine that is mostly assembled. It is like some kind of complex column, with many spiritual circuits engraved from the inside out. The rules are rigorous and weird. The structure in some places completely violates modern alchemy.

But they are inexplicably compatible with each other, so they are established.

If it weren't for the thick design drawings next to it and the instructions that were so detailed that as long as you followed the drawings to operate and produce, there would be absolutely no problems, Ji Jue would have almost no idea what this thing was.

In fact, he doesn't understand it now.

The producer Duden didn't understand either, but he didn't understand and didn't dare to ask. He just did whatever the teacher told him to do. He asked so many questions. Do you want to take the postgraduate entrance examination? In Jian Yuan's place, further study was never a good word.

Ji Jue can only guess what this thing is used for by comparing the incomplete induction of the deus ex machina and his own theoretical level with the manual.

But just a few sporadic guesses already made his eyesight go dark.

"Are you sure?" Ji Jue held out hope for the eventuality.

Lou Feng was silent, and after a moment his voice was equally hoarse: "I just can't be sure, so I came to you. But the parameters are like this, the spiritual frequency and the verification sequence module, I... have indeed seen it."

Ji Jue has nothing to say.

"Is the problem very troublesome?" Tongshan asked.

"...I'll explain it to you from the beginning." Ji Jue took a deep breath and stabilized his mind. He turned to the back of the design with trembling fingers: "For example, this thing should be a piece of equipment similar to a substation.

.”

"What's the effect?"

"To put it simply, its function is to connect to an extremely large system to serve as a node and continuation, to avoid the impact caused by output peaks and troughs, and to buffer and divert traffic."

Tongshan became more and more confused: "Is there any problem?"

"That's the problem."

Ji Jue swallowed dryly, flipped the design drawing to the middle, and pointed to the parameters and requirements above, "Why does the instrument made by a deep craftsman in Quancheng City use the verification standards commonly used by the Security Bureau?

And, why are the internal ectoplasmic frequencies and sequence verification exactly the same as those of the outpost?"

"..."

Tongshan's face also looked ugly, as he had never seen before: "Are you really sure?"

"I don't know, I'm also an apprentice who plays the drum."

Ji Jue smiled bitterly. When he was fighting in the lounge, he didn't expect that there would be such a pit waiting for him behind. If he could participate in it... No, even if he participated, he might still be confused.

Professor Ye's style of doing things is not to say anything that shouldn't be said, and to teach himself everything he can.

For this kind of project that has nothing to do with Ji Jue and involves the overall situation, the most she can do is throw Ji Jue into it and do hard work. How much he can learn and how much he can see depends entirely on Ji Jue himself.

"To be honest, I don't know the association's intentions and plans, as well as the specific implementation status. I can't determine how bad the situation is."

Ji Jue pondered and organized the words: "If you are lucky, it will just be a simple leak of information, and someone will leak the specifications and verification to the hands of the evil cult.

Maybe someone has already prepared a countermeasure, and the association's hard work will be in vain, and it will be useless."

But if you have bad luck...

Ji Jue did not continue talking.

It is possible that many masters and craftsmen of the association worked hard to come up with a whole plan, and after completing 99% of the project, they suddenly found that all parts had lost their response.

The opponent, who had been waiting for a long time, took out the remote control that had been prepared for a long time from his trouser pocket...

Next, you can start praying that it's just an ordinary sex toy.

The best thing about people is that you can always have hope.

So, it could be, or it could be.

It better be!!!

But at that moment, as if he were hallucinating, a tired sigh sounded in Ji Jue's ears.

Then, what was heard was the terrifying roar of the sky collapsing and the earth collapsing. The shock swept through and enveloped Quan City. Even in this incomplete workshop, it was unavoidable.

As the lights flickered on and off, countless dust particles fell.

And in the production room, the unfinished equipment suddenly lit up with countless spiritual circuits, as if struggling to respond to something, but soon, it fell apart under the pressure and became completely silent.

Then, everyone saw it.

It's dawn.

In the sound of cracking, the black clouds that had shrouded Quancheng for decades silently dissipated, revealing the starry sky that had not been seen for a long time in this world.

It was as if there was an invisible force that dug up the rotten soil, reaching under the Nine Earths, and brought the buried graves back to the human world, but the human world was so ferocious.

There are cracks all over the sky, and the light of the stars is so swaying. Countless strange streams of light circulate from them, turning into heavy rain and falling.

Massive amounts of pollution rained down, fertilizing everything.

The billowing white mist spread in all directions, but it seemed to be restrained by some invisible force. The harsh sound resounded through the sky, making it difficult to expand.

Countless strange figures were roaring and running around in the spring city in excitement.

The darkness is like a tide, boiling endlessly.

Quancheng is rising, step by step, filled with decades of accumulated resentment and resentment... Slowly and unhurriedly, it breaks through the blockade and moves towards the present world.

And the big stone in Ji Jue's heart finally sank into the basement on the 18th floor.

When people are speechless, they will really smile inexplicably.

But he couldn't laugh out loud.

"...Looking at the bright side, at least we don't have to find a way out, right?"

No one responded.

In the dead silence, there was only silence, and even the trembling and frightened sounds in the pool of blood.

"No, not me,"

Duden squirmed, struggled, and shouted in horror: "Spare my life, spare my life, I don't know anything, I am innocent! I really...I, I..."

Tongshan didn't even want to speak, he just stretched out his hand, but his raised wrist was held by Ji Jue.

It was as if I believed what he said.

Curious question:

"Really?"

For a moment, Duden was ecstatic and wanted to nod, but found that there was no way to move at all. He wanted to explain or cover up, but he couldn't make a sound.

Before those pair of eyes were gradually ignited by some kind of flame, I could no longer speak.

"Are you innocent?"

Ji Jue asked softly, moving forward step by step.

Duden trembled and opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to betray him and he couldn't tell lies.

The Ember Road is inherently cruel, and craftsmen cannot be measured with such superficial terms as good and evil. What's more, people who devote themselves to evil things, let alone non-existent things like morals and bottom lines.

There are dozens of techniques he has mastered, but which one is not full of betrayal and death? There are hundreds of works he has created, but how many of them are full of expectations and do not contain evil intentions?

Smelting living bodies to enhance intelligence, sacrificing babies to extract physical properties, stripping souls to purify raw materials...Among the infinite evils in the world, is my share small enough to be forgiven and ignored?

Ji Jue stepped forward and asked again: "Do you practice the way of the best and uphold the principles of change?"

That almost abnormally calm voice rang out from the dilapidated workshop. It was as sonorous as iron stone and as sharp as a sharp blade, penetrating into the soul and echoing endlessly.

The color on his face faded little by little.

And within the matrix, the traces of evil pollution can no longer be concealed, they are all revealed, and the thick blackness rises like thick smoke.

Already... deep into the soul and bone marrow!

At that moment, Ji Jue was finally freed from his shackles. So, ever since he entered the workshop, the anger and murderous intent that arose in Fei Gong's spirituality could no longer be blocked and filled his consciousness.

What woke up along with it was a flame that was too small to be noticed deeper in Ji Jue's soul.

So familiar.

But it was completely different from the flames seen in nightmares.

It's like the marks and scars that can never be erased after being touched once, or the wishes and expectations that flow from a moment of communion in a distant place.

An insignificant mark.

But the moment it was awakened, it surged and spread like a flame, irresistibly covering the soul, consciousness, and everything else. In this way, it pushed him forward, urging him to ask questions.

to fulfill this mission and responsibility.

Then, from the bright flames in his soul, his pupils gradually appeared dazzling pure white.

Like burning mercury.

View from here.

"at last--"

Ji Jue lowered his eyes, "Do you have any other excuses to make?"

No one responded.

Only the sound of cracking came from Duden's body.

His expression was twitching and twitching, unable to avoid Ji Jue's gaze and unable to tell any lies.

From the cold gaze, countless traces of evil were violently disturbing, as if trying to escape from this unbearable body. But they were unable to break away from the shackles of the vague flame.

In the eyes of others, this seemed to be just an ordinary question, but to Duden, it was like being thrown into a furnace, being brutally smelted, and unable to resist.

Like hell.

"I...I..."

Duden's expression was distorted and twitching, his bloodshot pupils were widened, he opened his mouth with all his strength, and with all his strength that he didn't know where he came from, he yelled: "I'm not wrong! What do you know? People like you, and...

What do you know!! I’m just, I’m obviously just..."

I just want to stand higher!

I just want to...

Roaring and whining, silently cut off.

A palm covered with complicated silver emblems pressed on his face, cutting off all thoughts, words and resistance.

"Dedicate yourself to stagnating corruption, deviate from change, create misfortunes by acting strangely, and cause chaos by being promiscuous."

Ji Jue sighed with regret: "What you have accomplished is no longer renewed by fire. The road ahead for you is only the roots of cruelty and nothingness..."

Therefore——

——I condemn you as a sinner.

Light and erratic spiritual fluctuations spread from the five fingers, instantly covering the body and pervading everything.

Souls, blessings, matrix... wherever they passed, everything was destroyed by the terrifying shock that seemed to come from the same source as the dissociation technique!

Nothing remains anymore.

This is the only fate for you evil and ugly people!
Chapter completed!