Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

Chapter 4974



Chapter 4974

Like a hunter sitting in the shadows watching a pack of wild beasts fight over territory, only to stand up at the last moment—not to join the fight, but to declare, "Whose hunting ground is this?"

On the human side, Morgan's expression changed, and he whispered a warning: "Be careful. Those two are not ordinary ancient races."

He recognized him.

Because Colombia's research department had maintained contact with the Dulce region and Deep 51.

The one in white robes is the representative of the Abyss Clan, named "Monchi".

The one in the black mist is an envoy of the Nightmare Clan, named "Yi Nian".

The names of these two races are marked as "high-risk contact targets" in many ancient archives.

The civilization they represent is not a purely physical predator like the Fang Wolf Clan, but rather a more advanced civilization.

Representatives from both clans looked at Zhang Yi and Ling, and then spoke one after the other.

The Nightmare Clan spoke first.

His voice seemed to appear simultaneously in everyone's minds, bypassing the eardrums and being directly etched into consciousness, making it impossible to distinguish whether it was him speaking or you thinking.

"There's something we'd like to clarify."

His tone was calm, even gentle, like a professor exchanging academic materials.

"This is the 'Chaos' of the sixth generation of humanity."

"The woman behind you—what is her origin?"

At the same time, all eyes turned to Ling, who was standing behind Zhang Yi.

The Nightmare Clan's "One Thought" immediately targeted Ling's existence.

The Ihen race, the remnants of the sword knights, were once able to chase after the Druk gods and cut them down like vegetables.

Even if it is just remains, it is enough to arouse the covetousness of many advanced civilizations.

Anyone who isn't an idiot would understand just how terrifyingly important she is!

When the Nightmare Clan spoke, it meant that they had set their sights on Ling's human form.

After hearing Yinian's words, Ling slowly raised her eyes.

There was no emotional fluctuation in her eyes; she was simply observing.

Her human form has perfectly standard facial features.

Symmetrical, without any unnecessary sharp edges, quiet, indifferent, yet without any bloody killing intent.

She is like a long sword that has been honed long enough, polished to a shine, waiting to be used.

Zhang Yi did not avoid the question.

He knew he would be asked about this sooner or later, and there was no way to avoid it.

However, since he dared to openly bring out Ling to help him fight, it means he had the confidence to deal with this situation.

So he stated the facts very directly.

"She was left to me by Tianyu Palace."

"A gift from the Ihen tribe."

Those two short sentences instantly changed the atmosphere in the room.

Those ancient race representatives who had previously maintained their arrogance and the idea that "we are the surviving overlords of the previous era" showed a noticeable increase in seriousness on their faces when they heard the words "Ihen Clan".

Some ethnic groups even unconsciously sat up straight, as if attending some kind of high-level meeting.

Even though they did not witness it firsthand, the Ehen race had once been high-ranking enforcers and adjudicators, and the names of those four knights had appeared in legends from many eras.

In fact, they have appeared in various civilizations and races, and they are all the highest-level gods who sealed demons into hell and were invincible beings.

Sword Knights represent the purest and most extreme form of combat power.

The black mist in the Nightmare Clan's Yi Nian's eyes rippled slightly, like a small wave of emotion.

He said softly, "It seems that she is indeed the remains of the Sword Knight!"

"No wonder."

"No wonder she has such a high level of control over her superpowers!"

“We are very interested in her.”

His tone was so calm, as if he were talking about borrowing a book, as he slowly looked at Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi couldn't see his face clearly because it was shrouded in a layer of black mist.

That was a spiritual mist; the Nightmare Clan were beings that existed between illusion and reality. As their name suggests, the Nightmare Clan possessed extremely powerful spiritual bodies, capable of invading the mental world of others and killing them silently!


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