Spare Me, Great Lord!

The Tiger Back campsite was to the east of the Heavenly Lake. If Lu Shu did not take a look for himself, it would have been very difficult for him to imagine that it was a military base.

The Saint and the Bishop were still in the outskirts. They were still at Port Artyom. Although the Tiger Back was only second in importance, Lu Shu was shocked by the utter chaos here.

Some of the relaxed Metahumans were like mercenaries. They were scattered around the campsite. The floor was full of beer bottles. Even those from large organizations did not care about this.

Many females were gathered here. Even vendors selling cigarettes and alcohol had come here, as the Metahumans here spent money like water.

The large overseas organizations did not demand a high level of loyalty from the secret practitioners. After all, if they were treated like slaves, it would be difficult to handle the complaints of thousands of secret practitioners.

These were like miscellaneous troops. They just wanted to win with numbers.

Or, the large organizations did not care about their lives. When Lu Shu was walking around, he realized that some of these overseas secret practitioners had been brainwashed. They felt that as long as Nie Ting did not attack, victory would be theirs. All of them knew that the Heavenly Network only had 40 thousand Practitioners in the Changbai Mountains, while there were 300 thousand Practitioners here and at Port Artyom.

Lu Shu realized that since everyone knew these numbers, someone had been spreading information.

Later on, he found out that many of the teams from the large organizations had returned to the Tiger Back campsite without fighting. This was the result of his careful observation.

This meant that many secret practitioners went out to play and returned. After they returned, they would still exaggerate that there was no danger out there. Some went out to drink alcohol and boasted about how mighty they were when they encountered the Heavenly Network, who collapsed at the first blow.

It was as if the large organizations had given the secret practitioners the false impression that this was a leisurely affair. They would then trick some of the secret practitioners to their deaths and waste the Heavenly Network’s energy.

This was very effective. Lu Shu felt that if he were to tell them that Heavenly Network would wipe them out, many people would treat it as a joke.

The secret practitioners who had died could not tell the others the danger that they had encountered. It was as if no one had died.

Lu Shu was puzzled. Did the secret practitioners not have any friends in the campsite who would remember them?

Suddenly, he realized that the secret practitioners were not too familiar with one another. They did not particularly like to group together. They were only familiar with the people in the same group as them. If someone was killed, everyone from the group would be killed as well. No one else would remember them.

There were just too many people in the campsite. The wastewater was very foul-smelling, but everyone seemed to have gotten used to it…

Lu Shu only realized now how important the sewage system in the cities were. If not, how smelly would the waste water generated by millions of people everyday be…

Everyday, the first thing that these Metahumans did was to drink alcohol. Then, they would find female Metahumans who relied on others to survive.

The female Metahumans were not the only ones. There were others who came here to do business.

Alcohol was free as the large organizations had provided it for them.

The females who were seeking business here were probably recruited by the large organizations. There were even balls at night. It was like heaven on earth.

Lu Shu walked around in the Tiger Back campsite and furrowed his eyebrows. The people here were foolish. He tried to tell someone how frightening the Heavenly Network, but the person did not believe him. Even the massacre on the spies and overseas organizations by the Heavenly Network had seemed to be forgotten.

“The large organizations are just giving these idiots fake alcohol…” Lu Shu was speechless. He even suspected that the large organizations had put even worse things into the alcohol, for example addictive drugs. Of course, this was just Lu Shu’s suspicion. He did not have any proof.

Many of these secret practitioners seemed to be addicted to alcohol, but had not seemed to have gone mad. Was it because the dosage was very small?

What should he do? Lu Shu came here because he had wanted to find the controller who was behind the scenes, or lie in ambush here. He wanted to launch a deadly attack on the large overseas organizations at the most crucial moment.

He had found clues, but in front of him were messy secret practitioners.

But Lu Shu also encountered many people from the large organizations. They were different from the secret practitioners. They did not drink alcohol, but they liked to chat with groups of people. Once they started to talk, they would control the conversation and start to talk endlessly.

Lu Shu stared at them and decided to lie low, at ease for now. To catch brigands, first catch their kings. He felt that he would definitely be able to find an important opportunity.

Night had fallen. Lu Shu set up his own tent at the border of the campsite, near to the forest. This position would allow him to easily escape into the forest if he was discovered. This was also the closest place to the Heavenly Network campsite.

But the probability of him being recognized was not very high. He had put on his hood and walked around, but no one recognized him. It seemed like the large organizations were still not too familiar with the Ninth Heavenly King.

Lu Shu was upset. He was a Heavenly King! Why should he lie low and not advertise himself?

He had just set up his tent when he suddenly heard the thunderous sound of footsteps. Lu Shu was dumbfounded. What was this? Did a creature run away? No, all the creatures in the Changbai Mountains had escaped!

Furthermore… this thunderous sound was somewhat familiar. Lu Shu felt that he had heard this sound before.

The next moment, Lu Shu saw the bronze armored soldiers emerge from the forest, read to kill. Their faces were hidden by the armor. They were like the Grim Reaper, who had emerged from the depths of hell to kill.

The bronze armored soldiers got into formation. They were like a flood of attack. They were not afraid to die!

Lu Shu was all too familiar with this scene. He had trained the flood of bronze by himself. It was also because he had created the flood of bronze that Nie Ting and the rest knew how frightening the bronze armor was in group combat. 20 thousand sets of armor had been equipped. The thunderous sound of footsteps was like their shouts of madness.

Lu Shu was touched. The current Heavenly Network…

Before he could finish thinking, the bronze armored soldier in front suddenly pointed at Lu Shu. “All those who enter our borders will die!”

Lu Shu wanted to proclaim that he was the Ninth Heavenly King. The Chinese did not kill their own countrymen.

The flood of bronze shouted, “Beware of disguises! All those who are not in bronze armor will die!”

Lu Shu was dumbfounded.

“What!” Lu Shu was annoyed. He had been mistaken. Now, he did not know whether saying that he was the Ninth Heavenly King in this chaos would be of any use.

Lu Shu turned and ran. He did not even care about his tent. What an unexpected disaster! This time, his character had not been destroyed. Could you just let me lie low this time?!