Hammer’s gaze lifted upward, and he noticed another striking thing.

Those soul-stirring, crimson eyes.

"Calm down, I mean no harm."

The man raised his hands amiably, ignored Hammer’s menacing arms, walked directly inside, dragged a chair over, and sat on it.

Hammer and Yidir both cast wary glances at him, yet the man maintained an extremely composed demeanor throughout, as if everything was under his control.

"You want to unleash that calamity in this world, the thing you call the Beast of the Herd, right?"

The man smiled, nodding to Hammer, "I can help you."

Hammer asked, "Why? Why help us?"

"Hmm... I’m looking for someone. She should be hiding in Oubos, Oath City. I want to capture her, but once I step into that city, there’s a high chance of being discovered. Then, not only might I face attacks from the Order Bureau, but also from some other things."

The man did not elaborate, only briefly mentioned his predicament, "I’m not ready to reveal my existence so openly, and the person I’m pursuing..."

"How to say?"

The man seemed extremely troubled, thought for a long time but didn’t know how to express, and could only skip the topic.

"In short, I need some people to divert the Order Bureau’s attention, to cause as much commotion as possible, for instance by releasing that monster."

The man asked the two, "What do you think of this proposal?"

"Who are you?"

Hammer ignored the man’s words, inquiring about his identity once again. At the moment, Hammer’s eyes were full of vigilance and disgust, even Yidir looked at him with hostility.

The man conveyed an air of arrogance, walking in like a king, saying it was a proposal, yet sounding more like an order.

"Sigh..."

The man sighed helplessly. The next moment, his leisurely demeanor tightened, and together with the atmosphere in the room, plunged into an icy abyss. Hammer tried to launch an attack, but at this moment he found his body stiff, unable to move.

Secret Energy?

Hammer suspected, but upon careful perception, he didn’t detect any ether surging, his rigidity wasn’t due to extraordinary power, but the body’s instinct.. instinct warning him, forcing him to stand in place.

"I’ll repeat, I can help you, and you have to help me," the man’s gaze was cold, "I don’t have much time, I must quickly achieve my goal."

"It’s a win-win situation, I can’t think of any reason for you to refuse."

The man suddenly smiled, his demeanor relaxed once more, and the atmosphere in the room returned to calm.

The invisible pressure disappeared, Hammer gasped for air, sweat dropping to the ground, shattering into pieces.

This time Hammer’s gaze at the man changed, filled only with endless awe and fear.

In today’s world, a Night Race with such power, Hammer wracked his brains and could only think of that one person.

"You are... the Regent King?"

The Regent King simply smiled, not denying Hammer’s words; he said, "We should get going."

Yidir asked, "Where to?"

"At least not staying here," the Regent King said, "stay any longer, and the people from the Order Bureau will find us."

Hammer’s gaze shifted slightly, his suspicion verified—indeed, the power of the Order Bureau covered this area, meaning the road through Gray Stone Rift leading to the Abandoned Land was likely strictly sealed.

"But before leaving, we must leave something behind, to make the Order Bureau think they truly destroyed potential enemies, instead of letting them escape." 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

The Regent King said while looking at Yidir, asking, "Can you create an Extraordinary Disaster?"

"More accurately, the unique Extraordinary Disaster of the Crimson Sect, which is the Eternal Rotting Land," Yidir swallowed, even though the Regent King wore a kindly smile, he still felt a chill down his spine.

"I am a Calamity Servant," Yidir explained, "I’m skilled in concocting that deadly Blood and Flesh Plague."

Within the Crimson Sect, due to different roles, they had different titles. For example, those responsible for combat, completely sacrificing their souls to become Demons—Carnivores. And for example, Yidir, originally an Alchemist, but as he began to worship the Crimson Queen, he began incorporating the Devil’s power into alchemy, learning the unique plague crafting methods within the Crimson Sect.

"How long would it take you to concoct a new Blood and Flesh Plague?" the Regent King asked.

"Very long, extremely long, and its release and spread also require very stringent conditions," Yidir said, "it needs to spread gradually. If discovered in time, it can be solved with a fire."

"Sadly, we are currently very short on time," the Regent King thought for a moment, then ordered, "Release it."

"But..."

The Regent King stared into Yidir’s eyes, Yidir knew he did not have the right to refuse, could only nod stiffly.

Pulling out a dagger, Yidir lifted his clothing, gritted his teeth, and stabbed his abdomen, slicing open a large part. His hand reached inside, as if searching for something, after a bout of churning, he pulled out a bloody tumor. Like a heart, even detached from the body, it still beat autonomously.

"Is this the Blood and Flesh Plague that can create the Eternal Rotting Land?"

The Regent King asked curiously, it was his first time seeing the original form of the Eternal Rotting Land.