I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch-Chapter 420 - 395. If one day, I must be against the world

It could only be said that this military area was worthy of its name, with Spiritual Artifacts of much higher quality than those in the residential zone.

Xia Feng quickly reviewed all the effects of the Spiritual Artifacts. Several of them were purely for enhancing the strength attribute directly, like the B-grade Spiritual Artifact—Boxing King Gloves, which gave a direct 10% increase to strength upon wearing.

Not bizarre in effect but practical.

In addition, there was an N-grade Spiritual Artifact that immediately caught Xia Feng's attention, making his eyes as wide as copper bells.

[N· Hedong Proclamation: "Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi"—when you are defeated, shout this proclamation, and your enlightenment will receive a random enhancement, your luck will increase randomly.]

Xia Feng: "?"

It could only be said that N-grade Spiritual Artifacts indeed had all kinds of strange and unusual effects.

Used properly, it could perhaps really change one's fate against the odds.

Unfortunately, he was not surnamed Xiao; he believed in Mu!

Getting out of the off-road vehicle, following Freya and accompanied by a soldier, Xia Feng felt the Evil Spirit Pearl getting closer and closer.

The Evil Demon Heart throbbed wildly, with excitement, his nerves trembling along with it—that was the thrill that only Evil Dragon Miss could provide him.

This signified that there really was an abundance of Evil Spirit Pearls up ahead!

He was already unbearably thirsty for them.

As they went deeper, it became apparent that many Half-Dragons were in hibernation in this underground base.

In the glass hibernation chambers, the unclothed Half-Dragons floated in the rosy green nutrient solution, their eyes closed in deep slumber.

Such hibernation chambers were spread throughout the dark vast square, arrayed in rows and columns, totaling more than two thousand—a magnificent sight.

Xia Feng sensed that among them, five hundred Half-Dragons were previously subjugated under his contract.

Walking along the lengthy hallway, Freya continued to follow the soldier further inside, stopping involuntarily as they passed by a glass curtain wall.

Written on the sign above the door at the top of the glass curtain wall was [Desire for Life Hall]

Inside, the scene was somewhat eerie: around a dozen experimenters dressed in white lab coats and wearing masks stood on a raised platform, looking down at the scene below.

Below, there was just a man in a white lab coat and a weak soul in gray, dim armor sitting opposite each other under the dim light.

Through the armor, Xia Feng immediately recognized the identity of the weak soul.

It was an old soldier from White Emperor City!

But he was already dead, leaving only a Residual Spirit, which seemed to survive to this day by some means.

Blankly staring at the cellphone on the table, the old soldier's Spiritual Body watched the screen's reflection pass through his soul and cast on the wall behind his head.

Xia Feng could see clearly, the cellphone displayed the history of these thirty years, the online criticism and curses towards the rebels of White Emperor City.

"Do you see," they said, "this is the result of your thirty years of bloody battle in White Emperor City."

The man in the white coat took back the cellphone, speaking gently and softly, "You are traitors to the nation."

"Roar!!" The old soldier's Spiritual Body suddenly looked up, and the chain fixed to the back of his neck violently pulled back his rampaging Spiritual Body, his Residual Eyes blazing red with meaningless howls, "We—are not!"

His anger and resentment growled out in a low, hoarse sound, teeth clenched, "It's you!!"

"That's right, it is indeed us." The man's demeanor remained gentle and indifferent, "The order was given by Mr. Dongjun, and Lord Helian personally carried it out. So, what of it?"

The man gestured towards the screen's video footage, a sinister smile voiced, "But you, personally killed your own mother."

The footage showed the old soldier bravely fighting enemies outside White Emperor City, finally chopping off the head of a female Half-Dragon.

The female Half-Dragon was fully armed and wearing a mask. The chaotic battlefield gave no moment for second thoughts, and the old soldier had no idea that underneath the mask of the beast he had killed with all his might was in fact someone of a particular identity.

But now, with the man's reminder, the old soldier's Spiritual Body suddenly became unstable. Looking up, his eyes turned completely blood red, his expression gruesome, "Roar!!"

Snap—the chain at the back of his neck broke!

The man across who wore the white coat remained unfazed and smiled lightly as his coat danced in the sudden gust.

"Lord Yeli Dong!" The old soldier howled, his eyes filled with resentment and murderous intent. But after the chain broke, his soul could no longer hold together and began to disperse rapidly, the hatred in his eyes turning into endless unwillingness, scattering in despair.

Snap—his residual spirit suddenly condensed, formed into an oval stone flashing with eerie red light, and fell onto the table.

Seeing this, the man in the white coat leaned back in his chair, sighed with relief, and swore, "Damn, after over a decade of work, finally managed to successfully convert this last Desire for Life Stone person!"

Freya watched silently for a moment, then moved forward at the urging of the soldier.

Xia Feng also fell into silence, as per the rules, by sacrificing 99,000 Desire for Life Stones, you could gain 1,000 Life Points.

And the creation of a Desire for Life Stone required the deceased to have a strong will to live, and the nature of their emotions had to be nearly unanimous.

Xia Feng had been wondering how Lord Yeli Dong managed to uniify the emotional nature of the old soldiers of White Emperor City, and now it seemed the method was not so difficult.

Let the old soldiers of White Emperor City know the truth, and then there would be a unanimously hated target—the urge to carve Lord Yeli Dong into a thousand pieces.

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This was the uniform emotion of the old soldiers of White Emperor City before death, wanting to carve Lord Yeli Dong into a thousand pieces, but already on the verge of death and unable to do anything, it was frustration... and despair!

The thought alone made Xia Feng feel as if his heart was being wrenched, an unnamed rage spreading wildly, rising, and eventually engulfing his mind.

"Mr. Xia, I've been pondering a question."

"What?"

A cold female voice rang in Xia Feng's mind, as if coming from the endless Netherworld, "Why is this world always so dull?"

"Dull... but that may just be reality."

Xia Feng whispered, and on this journey, for some reason, he suddenly understood Mu Qingtong's way of thinking.

Just as Miss Mu said, the Empire was indeed rotten.

"Miss Mu, if one day, I were to become an enemy of the world, would you help me?" Xia Feng suddenly asked softly.

"Clearly."

"Hmm?"

"I'll help you."