Enforcer Manual
Chapter 1006 - 903: The God of Dominate and Creation_2

Chapter 1006: Chapter 903: The God of Dominate and Creation_2

"Old Void, it’s all up to you now."

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At that moment, a sense of ominous premonition surged through "Nothingness," and the extremely complex blueprint dazzled him. "Wait, you’re not thinking of..."

"I remember you taught me that Dominate’s limit isn’t just about ruling everything, it can become a means to reshape this world."

While speaking, Song Lan was reminded of the former dean of the Purple Wisteria Academy.

At the time, the dean firmly believed that his abilities existed to create a better world. Moved by his determination, Song Lan followed the dean’s wishes and sent him to an unknown timeline to embark on his longed-for adventure.

He had to admit, if developed properly, the dean’s abilities could indeed make him an outstanding architect.

If the dean were still here, he might have had many common topics with Old Void.

"Now the time has come; it’s time to let the Death God Crabs marvel at the miracle you create."

Upon hearing this, The Sage immediately gave "Nothingness" the most respectful look.

Eyes of the Death God Crabs, though molded uniformly, conveyed emotions eerily similar to human feelings.

"I’ve said many things; why did you only remember this line?"

If he remembered correctly, this line was from when he boastfully blurted out during his victory at the first Crickets Battle Championship, a position that far surpassed others in the study of the power of Dominate from subsequent championships.

"Nothingness" wanted to say more, but Song Lan placed a hand on his shoulder, continuing to address The Sage, "Remember him, this gentleman was once my mentor, the most mysterious god of Dominate and Creation."

"Since you put it that way, there’s nothing I can do."

"Nothingness" was initially startled, then struggled to suppress the corners of his mouth from turning up; even The Sage could see the pride overflowing from his expression. "Alright then, it’s been a long time since I’ve seriously gotten to work. Today, I’ll make an exception and show you a trick or two."

"That’s great, Old Void!"

Song Lan gave him a thumbs up, "I knew you could do anything."

"Of course."

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Under the scorching sun, the Elite Forces of the Brotherhood finally stepped onto the vast desert.

However, the morale for this mission was not high.

They had thought that the expensive war machines would be used in a more inspiring battlefield, their opponents supposed to be the departments dispatched by the United Government, or even the legendary Six Stars rescuers, not a bunch of mutant crabs!

They couldn’t help but wonder if their leader’s head had been kicked by a Death God Crab, making him harbor such animosity against creatures that had nothing to do with the Brotherhood, prompting him to come here and engage in a life-or-death battle with the Death God Crabs.

To ensure victory in this war, they even carefully investigated the habits of the Death God Crabs.

Noon was their time of rest, so the Brotherhood decided to launch a surprise attack at this time.

The most outrageous part was, the leader told them their real goal was to find a Divine Artifact that existed amongst the Death God Crab clan, named "Frost Mourning +15."

Firstly, the name Frost Mourning had nothing to do with the desert, and the +15 following it was simply glaring.

Telecommunications fraud was one of the Brotherhood’s most important industries each year, and their leader was the ruler who personally built this empire of scams.

Now, this order made all the high-ranking members of the Brotherhood suspect that their leader had recently fallen victim to a telecommunications scam.

Nobody really thought about retrieving this clearly fabricated Divine Artifact. Their mission was simple—use their firepower advantage to pour artillery into the desert, leave a few craters, and then head back.

Lira still had a more important war awaiting them.

The Rebel Army leaders Hades and Kunka took their chance during their weakest defenses to provoke them.

This was Oasis; nobody could oppose the Brotherhood here, not even the United Government.

They were already eager to make this ragtag enemy realize that they were different from the dispatched departments of the United Government and were certainly not just a bunch of spineless cowards.

However, as all members of the Brotherhood were immersed in the idea of full-scale war with the Rebel Army, the ground reconnaissance team brought back a message.

They had found some broken bodies in the desert.

As the photos of the bodies were transmitted back to their vehicles, everyone held their breath in unison.

The mangled bodies were pitch black, nearly three meters in length, and vaguely humanoid in shape, only with extra "parts."

The cracked chest cavity was filled with barbs, enlarged sharp teeth tore through the lips and face, and their limbs had transformed into sharp weapons; now, these Abnormal Creatures had lost their vitality.

The Brotherhood members, of course, recognized them.

Among them were performance-failing fraudsters, civilians who had angered the gang, and United Government citizens who had first been sent to the "Garbage Disposal Plant" and then to the "Pig Pen" after a physical test.

Their commonality was that they had become test subjects for pharmaceutical development.