Really? I'm fighting the Dark Emperor.

Chapter 404 The Only Way Out

The main city was placed under martial law day by day.

Patrols are rotated from one group to another, with people carrying instruments to sweep everywhere every day.

It took Mi Yaxing two days to figure out which old version of the vehicle detection device it was. Meanwhile, Rui Bu Si, who was by his side, stopped leaving early and returning late.

"You've looked much weaker these past few days." He lifted her wrist and then lowered it, the other woman letting him do as he pleased. "Won't this prevent the equipment from detecting it?"

"Pretty much. If the speed is lowered to a certain standard, the instrument will have difficulty detecting whether it is a Dark Clan or a Quark Clan." There was a breeze coming from the window, making her reluctant to move. "That instrument malfunctions every day, so this will make them think it's a faulty instrument."

For her, it meant reducing the pressure to the level of maintaining vital signs, but as mentioned before—most people are mediocre.

Even in the main city, there are plenty of vehicles that do not meet the minimum standards for instrument measurement.

"It sounds like this device isn't preventing the Dark Clan from infiltrating." The communicator was ringing again. Miya Xing glanced at it; it was sinister. Seeing that Rui Bu Si wasn't making any move, he knew it wasn't important. "It sounds like it's preventing you from getting in."

The Dark Clan has infiltrated the Quark Clan.

How could there not be Quark Clan spies within the Dark Clan?

However, with her acting as a walking undercover detector, and the fact that she can kill people without any reason or reporting, there are very few undercover agents who can remain hidden in the Dark Clan.

"Really? I'm honored."

Realizing that no one would answer, the communicator finally stopped ringing.

"You must have fought quite a few battles with the Quark race."

Taking advantage of her current lack of energy, he started asking questions that would likely get him grabbed by the neck and pinned to the ground.

"Hmm~"

"If the Quark race has no record of your battles, what could be the reason?"

“It’s not a hypothetical, the Quark race simply doesn’t exist.” She lifted her eyelids to glance at him, her smile innocent. “Because all the Quark race members who have seen me and know my identity are dead.”

How could a dead person spread the news?

"If a record were to be encrypted by the Elders and forbidden to anyone other than the Grand Elder, what would be the reason?"

"Hmm..." she responded, then fell silent, the silence stretching out as if she had fallen asleep.

"scandal."

"what?"

“It’s related to the scandal involving the Presbyterian Church.” She yawned deeply. “The public knows it’s all bad and no good, but it’s so important that it can’t be ignored.”

he mused.

"If one day you wanted to leave the Dark Emperor and keep your identity a secret from everyone, what would you do?"

"Me? I will never betray the Emperor."

Like a program that outputs a single result from inputting a command, she automatically ignores "if".

"I'm just curious what a body would do if it wanted to leave its owner."

He deliberately used the word "master".

She did not react in any particular way.

"It will dissipate, that's all."

"Isn't there any other way?"

She was already tired of answering such a pointless question: "If a clone can betray its master, then what's the difference between it and everyone else on the street?"

While the proportion of those with high magical abilities who also joined the Dark Lord was not high, the total number of magical races was still considerable.

"Putting aside other factors, what if the clone absorbs too much energy that doesn't belong to the 'master'?"

Just like that rabbit that successfully submitted to the Moe Academy.

She shifted her posture, leaning back in her chair and tilting her head to look at him: "It is composed directly of energy, without relying on spirit stones or other mediums, and is born from a medium..."

She yawned again: "Impossible. Well, but—"

“Perhaps the gloomy one will be an exception.” The crowd below became lively, and her attention began to wander. “Whenever any magical race mentions the group of spirit stone beings, they always single out the gloomy one for discussion.”

The Reincarnation Bloodstone is special.

"Is there anything else you want to ask?" She looked back at him, "before I have the thought of killing you."

“The Dark Night’s magical abilities are more powerful than yours,” said Haiti, the Dark Emperor’s Scroll Master. “Few of the Quark Clan have seen him either. It seems more appropriate to assign the task to him. Why doesn’t the Dark Emperor assign the task to him?”

It seems we won't be able to get any answers from the Dark Emperor about how to get her to leave.

"Because he has a more important mission." Her tone was a little unsteady, perhaps from sleepiness or impatience.

"The holy sword is raised high, its tip pointed at us. Someone has to die in place of the emperor under the lofty slogan."

Speaking in the most ordinary tone, a few strands of hair were pulled out, the ends entwining and separating between her fingertips:

"How could such an important character die so easily in a mission to sow discord?"

Miya Star remained silent.

He opened his mouth again, but before he could ask the question, her voice floated over first:

"Are you still going to keep asking? Are you so sure I'll die on this mission?"

"You won't die." He didn't like her mentioning that word.

It will bring back bad memories for him.

Unfortunately, she had no idea not to touch on the other person's sore spots: "Everyone dies."

"..."

Forget it.

Even if he takes her away from the Dark Emperor, there won't be much time left for them to spend together.

The system seemed to only allow him to take the one path that led her away: completing the task.

Would you make her love him so much that she'd be willing to die for him?

The person who set up this task either disliked her too much or was too playful and wanted to have fun.

"I have one more question."

With a dry throat, and the question both direct and embarrassing, Mi Yaxing didn't dare to look at her.

Would you ever be willing to disappear for someone?

Is it possible that the mission will be completed as long as she says she's willing?

"Pfft," she laughed unexpectedly, "Miya Star, why do you think I'm here?"

He froze.

Forget that the physical body is destined to be consumed as a tool from birth, until it dissipates.

By the river, she burned the magical contract they had signed, saying she was a blade in the hands of the Dark Emperor.

"Feel sorry."

It's unlikely to be malicious on the part of the system.

"Feel sorry?"

The cleared streets were now filled with people, and judging from their clothing alone, it was easy to identify which one was Elder Laikos.

The person standing beside him, chatting amiably with him, was clearly the elder of the Destian tribe.

She no longer focused her attention on Miya Star.

Suddenly, the communicator blared at an unprecedented volume, highlighting the urgency on the other end.

The eyes of people talking on the street were drawn to it.

When Miya Xing met those green eyes, her heart tightened, and she instinctively wanted to stand up and close the window.

He held back.

Nothing was done.

The alien elder casually looked away, even interrupting Elder Laikos's attempt to investigate.

The two young men following behind her looked up curiously and ultimately made the same choice.

"Most people with healing magic are kind." Huangwu calmly turned off the communicator, showing no sign of panic at almost being exposed.

Before the Dark Lord reappeared in the universe, the Quark Clan and the Dark Clan had a good relationship for hundreds of years.

The instrument measures the speed of the vehicle, not the formation.

Good or bad, friend or foe, in a place where everyone hates the Dark Clan, in an era where even the slightest hint of darkness will attract a lot of people, who cares how many innocent people are treated as undercover agents?

"It is said that Leonardo was originally in charge of Elder Destian's group."

Mya Star's gaze was drawn to the people following behind the Destian Clan's Grand Elder.

He turned around and met her empty gaze; she was smiling at him.

"you know?"

"I……"

He knows him.

They saved the Flame King's family and the Rain Wind's family.

“It’s not that they look alike,” as if she could hear his thoughts, “the elders of the Destian tribe never change their appearance from the day they become elders until they die.”

“Usually, when they become elders, look at the current Grand Elder, he’s about the same age, around one or two hundred.”

The one following behind the elder, looking left and right, was clearly not that old.

this means……

"Didn't you say before that the Grand Elder of Destian was not a simple person?"

"Yes, you've already met Destian's next council of elders. Doesn't that prove she's not simple?"

Yes.

In the targeted battles waged by the enemy, the Destians, who generally lack offensive magic, survived.

Of course, the Quark race, which would soon be preoccupied with its own problems, would not be able to offer any help.

"Then...why didn't Elder Leonardo appear?"

The conversation inevitably leads to the inevitable tragedy, and he returns to her original dialogue.

"It's said he was transferred to Meng Academy and didn't have time." Who the elder is isn't important; what matters is the Quark Clan's attitude. "I had never heard of this name before he killed Mingmo. Perhaps the Quark Clan also felt that sending an elder out casually showed a lack of respect."

Will not.

The Quark people at this time did not care about their relationship with other races.

She remembered an interesting piece of gossip:

"Some speculate that Elder Laikos will become the next Grand Elder, and the second Grand Elder in the history of the Quark race to possess healing magic."

"is it?"