Boom!

　　One explosion after another erupted all around, flames lighting up the night sky.

　　"With God!"

　　Countless figures rushed out from all corners of the port.

　　They were just ordinary people, only having received a bit of divine teaching in their daily lives.

　　In the blink of an eye, chaos broke out in the port district.

　　Rumble!

　　Amidst the chaos, Clark slammed the gas pedal of the truck, charging toward the freighter with its hatch open.

　　……

　　Rat-a-tat-tat~ Several streams of fire tore through the night.

　　But they sputtered out after just a few bursts.

　　Inside the sentry post, Samuel Thompson rushed up toward the watchtower and saw the scene outside.

　　No wonder the guns jammed.

　　At the top of the tower, a shiny bald head gleamed in the firelight.

　　After making eye contact, Samuel Thompson hesitated……

　　And said, "I don't think they're here for me. What do you think?"

Chapter 5: Big Brother, Don't Go

　　Assault on the port district.

　　Such a huge mess—Samuel Thompson felt he couldn't take the blame.

　　The reason the Blood God Cult survived was, first, because they hid well, and second, because they didn't push the Cabinet's bottom line too far.

　　There were those who dared to court death, but the end result was always the Cabinet's fury—even if it meant instability at the rear, they would still take out the troublemakers.

　　If you're going to court death, there has to be a limit, or the grass on your grave will just keep growing.

　　Looking at the current situation...

　　If this was all aimed at him, Samuel Thompson would just slit his own throat.

　　That would be giving himself too much credit.

　　Under the firelight, Baldy Wood's face looked a bit ferocious.

　　He'd only planned to give it a try, never expecting a big fish to bite.

　　Petty schemers always put profit first—if they're making such a big move, there must be a reason.

　　Staring at the soaring flames, a murderous aura rose from him. Baldy Wood leapt to the top of the tower, roaring at the top of his lungs, his voice shaking the surroundings.

　　"Eighth-generation veteran of the Wu'an Army, Jiangbei Wu'an Battalion, Baldy Wood is here!"

　　"Executing wartime regulations! Everyone in the port district, follow my orders!"

　　"Monsters are wreaking havoc! Ordinary people, shut your doors and windows! All losses will be compensated by the Administrative Office!"

　　"Reservists and academy students, form demon-slaying battle formations nearby!"

　　His voice echoed all around, overpowering the commotion. In the once-chaotic streets, those who heard the roar immediately found their backbone.

　　"Eighth-generation retired veteran of the Wu'an Army is here!"

　　"Ninth-generation retired veteran of the Zijing Army!"

　　The voices echoed all around, drowning out the noise.

　　"Eighth-generation retired veteran of the Wu'an Army is here!"

　　"Ninth-generation retired veteran of the Zijing Army!"

　　……

　　"Ninth-generation student of Longcheng Academy!"

　　……

　　"Seventh-generation veteran broadsword squad of Shanhaiguan, Brave Bear!"

　　In the port district, a door was kicked open and a skinny old man wielding a broadsword rushed out, cleaving a Blood God Cultist in two with a single blow.

　　"Bah, you bastard."

　　"Ah—kill—" The gleaming broadsword flashed at the street corner.

　　With Baldy Wood's roar, responses rang out in the chaotic port district.

　　With these responses, figures formed temporary battle formations, blocking the Blood God Cultists.

　　Kill!

　　In the 930 years of the Great Wall Era, humanity had already established a complete reservist system—everyone was a soldier.

　　At the docks, Clark walked out from deep within the freighter, a gleaming alloy blade in hand.

　　He raised it.

　　And brought it down.

　　Squelch~ The charging Blood God Cultist's head flew off, eyes still burning with fanaticism.

　　Kicking aside the headless corpse blocking his way, Clark charged at the remaining cultists.

　　……

　　In a chaotic street, inside a building, more than twenty figures huddled together, the leader facing away from the others.

　　A glow flickered in his hand, a shrunken light screen appeared, revealing a figure wearing a wide-brimmed hat.

　　"Do it. Help Clark the Divine rack up another debt."

　　After receiving the order, the leader turned to look at the others behind him.

　　A light screen appeared, showing Samuel Thompson's image.

　　"This is a blasphemer—an unforgivable crime."

　　"Unforgivable!"

　　More than twenty figures chanted in unison, eyes filled with fanaticism.

　　The leader nodded in satisfaction. He hadn't expected Clark the Divine Envoy to have such guts, daring to gather people for such a big job.

　　But it didn't matter—their target was this young man from the Jiangbei news, the new face promoted by the Wu'an Army.

　　If they took him out, the Wu'an Army's wrath would also fall on Clark.

　　Of course, if they failed, it didn't matter—they were just cannon fodder.

　　"Go, find him, kill him."

　　More than twenty figures, filled with fanaticism, charged into the streets.

　　The leader opened his phone again, and a message appeared.

　　"All the pawns planted in Jiangbei City over the years have been activated. If you can't uncover Clark's secret trade route, don't bother coming back alive."

　　……

　　Squelch~ Blood dripped from the long blade in Edward Carter's hand, his whole body radiating murderous intent. Wherever the crowd was thickest, that's where he charged.

　　His personal bodyguard was killing like mad—Samuel Thompson was helpless. No wonder people outside called the Wu'an Army a bunch of brutes.

　　Clang!

　　The standard long blade rang in his hand, and a charging Blood God Cultist was sent flying with a single slash.