Chapter 49: Amnesia?

"Fang Yuanyuan, you need to remember you’re speaking to someone. I think you’ve spent too much time outside and have forgotten the Fang family’s rules," Fang Wuqi immediately reprimanded.

"Don’t lecture me about the Fang family’s rules. If it weren’t for Eldest Sister, I’d never have admitted to being part of this family. I’ve never used any of the Fang family’s resources since I was a child..."

The peony mercenaries’ cavalry began to accelerate, while the infantry charged through the arrow rain from the Rhodok crossbowmen, advancing toward that turtle-shell phalanx.

To gain a transcendent status, must one flaunt it openly? Don’t they know—even Hecate, for all her power, must represent the Divine Court when required, and bow before the God-King when necessary. Does the God of Death think himself greater than Hecate, able to ignore the unspoken rules of the divine realm?

Nordic warriors and Swadian soldiers wielding greatswords clashed with these sergeants, while hired halberdiers and crossbowmen supported from the rear ranks. Both sides once again fell into deadlock, shifting the focus of their assault to the flanks.

There was no helping it. The opponent couldn’t possibly fight with mucus hanging from their nose in front of thousands of spectators and millions of television viewers. Even if the broadcast censored it with a mosaic, reality could not. So, they surrendered decisively.

When the main army arrived at Guandu, Yuan Shao had already led over a hundred thousand troops to set up camp on the other side, stretching for miles, facing off from a distance and blocking Cao Cao’s advance—seemingly poised for a decisive battle.

Hera bit her lip. She knew that Hypnos spoke out of concern for her and her son, wanting to protect them. The God of Sleep, forced to coerce them in order to save his brother, had already received their help. Yet, his kind heart still couldn’t rest easy.

Since he was away from home, Zhang Yang had two thousand yuan in his pocket, which the other man saw when he pulled it out earlier.

That was, after all, his own Sharingan. Awakening the Mangekyō and using its ocular powers had also drawn his attention.

Although they’d exchanged numbers after visiting Mr. Fu’s underworld shop, this was their first actual contact.

Yuzang’s reaction surprised Sasuke. He’d only asked casually, never expecting Yuzang would actually provide an explanation.

The proprietress kept her playfulness well in check. Since Yun Mu wore only a tank top and beach shorts, getting too close would have been overwhelming. She merely rested her head on Yun Mu’s chest, kept her lower body about a centimeter away, and shifted into a comfortable sleeping position.

Like a kite with its string cut, the robber plummeted from the air. Yet, clearly accustomed to such incidents from playing street basketball, he braced his hands against the pavement as he landed, absorbing much of the impact.

Silently communicating with the gourd, Mo Feng felt it seemed alive. He could always sense a vibrant energy emanating from the gourd at his chest. Yet, no matter how he tried, this seemingly living gourd never responded.

"So you mean, as long as we pass through that invisible teleportation array in the air, like a magic core, we can return to the Infernal World?" The commander took a long moment to process this, then grabbed Chen Ji’s arm in excitement, bouncing and jumping with joy.

What had he just done? Took off from just inside the free-throw line, crashed into the towering red killing machine mid-air for a posterizing slam dunk, and brought the basketball hoop down with him.

Starlight continued to swirl in the sky, yet this time the roulette set with the complete Tarot deck did something incredible—absorbing all the starlight, as if it had transported everything to another world, never to return.