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”It’s that Divine Creature controlling the Undead Tide. It doesn’t seem to have any intention of attacking the settlement,” Yi Xiaodong reacted, the doubt in his heart growing heavier. ”But why would it do that?”

”...” Xu Jie remained silent, unsure of how to explain, unable to think of any reason that could justify it.

The Guard Captain, wearing a dark green helmet, looked at the two leaders and tentatively said, ”Could it be that the Divine Creature is showing goodwill to us... even though it killed the old leader?”

This was indeed an awkward topic.

Yi Xiaodong was silent for a moment before nodding and saying, ”It’s a possibility, or perhaps it doesn’t have much hostility towards humans in the first place. But that’s just one possibility.”

”Xu Jie, go check if anyone entered or exited the settlement today.”

Xu Jie was momentarily stunned, then said solemnly, ”You suspect it was done by one of our own.”

Yi Xiaodong, without expression, said, ”We can’t rule out such a possibility. How troublesome. I had told He Yu earlier, no matter the cost, we should first root out those tumors inside the settlement.”

”I heard there’s a surge of the Doomsday Cult underground. What do you know about this?”

Xu Jie shook her head and said, ”I’ve heard about it too, but I don’t know much. However, those incidents seem related to the Doomsday Cult, but the few caught didn’t admit they were Doomsday Cultists.”

The previous sinister incidents within the settlement still have no clear resolution because those captured all committed suicide before the interrogation.

Yi Xiaodong drew a short sword from his waist, said coldly, ”I am different from He Yu, I won’t show any mercy. You’d better be mentally prepared.”

He was like a sealed sword. Once drawn, it was drenched in fresh blood, streaming down, causing others to frown.

”You...” Xu Jie couldn’t help frowning, feeling that there was something off about Yi Xiaodong’s status.

Yi Xiaodong, holding the short sword, walked away, instructing, ”Call Wen Yan Yi to the council, tell him I have something important to discuss with him.”

...

As the Undead Tide was about to hit the settlement, Su Changxing stopped it, never intending to attack the settlement, so he wouldn’t let the Undead Tide crash into it.

At this moment, he was standing on the rooftop of a tall building, able to see a corner of the settlement from afar, with its dense defensive lines and numerous Extraordinary.

If a real attack occurred, the Undead Tide might not be able to take this settlement down.

But if some Extraordinary Zombies were added to the Undead Tide, the outcome would be entirely different.

Just that he currently does not have the ability to control Extraordinary Zombies, at most using the Undead Tide to coerce them. After moving a certain distance, those Extraordinary Zombies would realize something was wrong and leave on their own.

Meanwhile.

He continued to observe the situation inside the settlement, primarily gathering intelligence on these humans. He hadn’t gathered much, but then he heard a crash, and the building wall broke open with a large hole. An old man with white hair fell down, his head separated and landing on the ground, rolling to rest under a Zombie’s feet perched on a lamppost.

Su Changxing noticed at the nape of the head’s neck, a subtle black snake tattoo, a small snake coiled together, looking like a black dot if unnoticed.

”I’ve noticed you for quite some time.” Yi Xiaodong stood on the rooftop, his short sword covered in blood and dripping onto the floor, his face full of indifference.

Just now, he personally dealt with a high-ranking member of the settlement, suspecting that this person was a Doomsday Cultist.

This action didn’t incite the expected chaos, seemingly proving Wen Yan Yi wasn’t a Doomsday Cultist, and his action felt more like eliminating dissent.

In the closed room, four bright oil lamps burned fiercely, flickering with every breath, the smell of oil more intense.

Yi Xiaodong sat in the shadow at the topmost position, looking up at the ceiling, not saying a word, making the council’s atmosphere extremely oppressive.

”Leader, there’s no concrete evidence showing Minister Wen’s connection with the Doomsday Cult. Isn’t this approach too extreme?”

A man with a scarred face and a crew cut square face said coldly, staring intently at Yi Xiaodong, his eye corners twitching constantly.