Chapter 202: His Level Far Surpasses Ours, But So What?

The iron gates of the Green Mountain City Ironclad Department had already been shattered into fragments.

Even the two stone lions were broken, and the steps were now pockmarked with holes.

Several Ironclad Constables were sitting on the ground, covered in blood. One of them lay with a deathly pale face and eyes tightly shut; his neck seemed to have been pierced by gravel, killing him on the spot.

Chen Guoqing rushed over with Old Zhao and the others. The moment he saw the scene, he was completely stunned.

Hanging in the air was a smell he found quite familiar.

"Gunpowder? Did Luo Yu and his people manage to make gunpowder!?"

Chen Guoqing's expression turned immensely grim. He immediately ordered someone to call for a doctor.

Many bystanders stood in the distance, pointing at the place and gossiping.

"The Immortal God Sect brought down divine fire on the Ironclad Department over there."

"They must be getting what they deserve!"

"I heard that after Chief Constable Lin left, this new Chief Constable Yang Ling isn't a good person."

"You don't know? Even the Snake Gang got busted by Yang Ling. Seems like it was for all that money the Snake Gang had..."

Farther away, Luo Yu withdrew his gaze, exchanged a look with the few men beside him, and then they all flashed a faint smile together.

"What a thrill. That Chen Guoqing's face turned green. Absolutely hilarious."

"Senior Inspector Luo, what should we do next?"

"The Ironclad Department will definitely launch a full investigation into this. When they trace it back to us..."

"We are now followers of the Immortal God Sect. I am the Protector of the Green Mountain City Immortal God Sect. From now on, just call me Protector Luo."

Luo Yu's expression was dark and inscrutable.

Seeing this, his subordinates immediately nodded.

"Yang Ling hasn't been at the Vermilion Gold Mine recently. It seems he's not in Green Mountain City either. He's probably gone to the Changhe Prefectural Capital."

Luo Yu pondered aloud. "This time, we used explosives to give Chen Guoqing and his people a warning."

"Yang Ling and Chen Guoqing know what explosives represent."

"If they're smart, they won't come looking for trouble again."

"If they're not smart, I've already made preparations to welcome Yang Ling."

As he said this, a cold glint flashed in Luo Yu's eyes.

"Yang Ling is Level 48. His level far surpasses ours, but so what?"

"Leveling up only gives you 1 attribute point per level. Even when spread across Strength and Agility, his stats are only around twenty or thirty points each in Strength and Agility."

"The Ironclad Heart Technique and Thief-Capturing Saber Technique from the Ironclad Department can boost attributes a bit too, but not by much."

"Martial arts techniques are divided into several cultivation stages. We're no match for the local natives, and Yang Ling only got here a little before us anyway."

"His martial arts cultivation can't be that high. He's only pulling ahead of us thanks to his level advantage."

"As for the explosive charge I've prepared for him, if he dares to come, I'll blow him sky-high!"

His subordinates' blood ran hot as they listened, their eyes full of anticipation.

"We've all successfully changed classes now. The Heretic Cultist class might not sound great, but whether it's good or bad depends on how we handle things."

Luo Yu said. "Our goal is to settle the players coming in from the real world."

"To achieve that, we must gain enough say and establish our own power and status in the 'Divine Realm.'"

"The higher-ups have already promised to send over a few third-rate internal cultivation techniques and third-rate martial arts techniques. Then you all can start cultivating too."

Upon hearing this, the few men felt even more excited and thrilled.

They finally had a chance to gain a foothold in the "Divine Realm"!

They had already succeeded in changing classes. As long as they became Martial Artists, their strength could increase by leaps and bounds!

"How many followers do we have now?"

Luo Yu's expression shifted slightly as he asked.

One of his subordinates lowered his voice. "After this period of development, there must be about eighty or a hundred. I haven't counted exactly. Some are still half-believing, half-doubting, but they still donate some money and goods."

"Find a way to mobilize them. Get more raw materials for making explosives."

Luo Yu said thoughtfully. "This is critical for us."

After saying this, he suddenly let out a light laugh.

"Zhang Wei, are you now willing to bring the Snake Gang to join our Immortal God Sect?"

"You're a player. You should know that with explosives in our hands, facing these primitive natives is like a dimensional reduction strike."

Behind him, Zhang Wei, battered and bruised, was staring intently at the scene at the Ironclad Department's main gate. The shock in his eyes had yet to fade.

"Se-Senior Inspector Luo, you guys were all catching thieves back in the real world. You're basically... colleagues with the Ironclad Constables, right?"

Zhang Wei stammered. "But you just... seemed to have blown up a constable..."

"The natives of the 'Divine Realm' are just NPCs. They're not real people. Only we players are real people."

Luo Yu said seriously. "Besides, what we have to do is bound to clash with them anyway. Do you really want to fully integrate into the 'Divine Realm'?"

"If one day these NPCs realize that we're not from here, have you thought about what might happen?"

A forced smile spread across Zhang Wei's face.

"What you say makes sense, but over at the Snake Gang, I'm just a proxy. The real authority still rests with Yang Ling."

"What if Yang Ling dies?"

Luo Yu patted Zhang Wei on the shoulder and said earnestly,

"Then the Snake Gang will be yours. With me backing you, you'll live a life in the 'Divine Realm' that you couldn't even live in reality."

His few subordinates narrowed their eyes, scanning Zhang Wei like venomous snakes.

Zhang Wei's heart tightened, and he immediately said,

"Protector Luo, then I'll join your Immortal God Sect. What do you need me to do?"

"Very simple. After Yang Ling comes back, help me invite him out to meet with me. I'll give you the address then."

Luo Yu smiled. "You can head back now."

Zhang Wei quickly said, "Alright, I'll take my leave then. Everyone, be careful."

Watching Zhang Wei scurry away in disgrace, the few subordinates exchanged glances. One of them said thoughtfully,

"Protector Luo, are we still going to provoke Yang Ling on purpose? If he knows the power of the explosives and tacitly agrees not to cause us trouble, should we also avoid provoking him?"

"This isn't about provoking him. I just want to invite him out to discuss cooperation. If he's willing to join the Immortal God Sect, our influence can grow much faster."

Luo Yu laughed.

The subordinates suddenly understood, and one after another, they began praising Luo Yu for being so thoughtful.

"New players are coming in every day now. But it seems Yang Ling gave orders to the Ironclad Department earlier. The newly arrived players are all being sent to the Vermilion Gold Mine and the other ore veins under the Mountain and River Sect."

"During this time, you need to find ways to intercept more players. Explain the pros and cons to them and get them to join our Immortal God Sect."

Luo Yu instructed.

The few subordinates exchanged a look and nodded firmly.

They understood that from today onward, the Immortal God Sect would have to start recruiting and building its forces.

Otherwise, even with a divine weapon like explosives, nothing would be secure!

...

Half an hour later, Yang Ling and Qin Mo dismounted at the Ironclad Department's main gate.

Looking at the scene before him, which resembled a ruin, Qin Mo was stunned for a moment.

Yang Ling sniffed the lingering smell in the air. Before he could speak, a constable hurried up to him, his expression somewhat fearful.

"Chief Constable Yang, you're back. We were struck by divine fire from the Immortal God Sect. We lost one brother."

"The Immortal God Sect? That heretic cult?"

Qin Mo looked solemnly at Yang Ling. "Brother Yang, this cult is growing so fast. Even a small place like Green Mountain City has them?"

"Don't rush. Let's talk inside."

Yang Ling walked inside while instructing the constable.

"Pass my order: all constables are to assemble here."

"Yes, sir!"