Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Loren's pupils contracted as a sharp Sword Qi grazed his neck, leaving a deep wound.

Bright red blood immediately gushed out, blossoming like a crimson ribbon in the air.

...

North side of Bulida.

The bustling commercial district in the North Zone, with towering skyscrapers standing amidst the busy streets, and beams of light proclaiming the media giant's presence to the snow-veiled city.

This is the famous broadcasting building of the Bulida Empire—the birthplace of the Cret Truth Voice Broadcasting Company programs and the largest imperial media headquarters.

The exterior of the broadcasting building is characterized by its harsh, dark glass curtain walls, reflecting the brilliance of the sky, and also serves as a massive projection screen, displaying the station emblem and currently aired programs.

At this moment, the broadcast undoubtedly covers the Ninth-Order battle erupting at the Bulida Center.

Even today, the ground-floor entrance is not as busy, yet still appears somewhat chaotic, as it has just been attacked; the Empire's Special Operations Department has dispatched an additional team of elite responders who have already preliminarily restored order to the broadcasting company's building and are escorting guests and staff to evacuate.

"Thank goodness, the Empire's Special Operations Department helped us repel the Silvermoon Reform Association's bandits."

"Thank you, Chief Nicholas."

The administrative personnel leaving the building thanked the leading agent.

"It's my duty."

Red Falcon Nicholas, wearing a military coat, adjusted the brim of his hat and nodded.

He glanced at the giant screen between the buildings showing Loren's disadvantage, his eyes flickering with a trace of emotion.

Then he led his team into the broadcasting building.

Nicholas took the elevator straight to the top floor, bypassed a circular corridor, and entered the central control room of the building.

Inside sat Abigail, controlling the real-time audio-visual transmission of the Cret Truth Voice Broadcasting Company across the Cerryti Empire.

"The Empire's Special Operations Department has taken over this building, and the First Constabulary Brigade is surrounding it; you can control things here with peace of mind."

Nicholas said to Abigail.

"They probably didn't expect that our cops and robbers are one team."

Through the surveillance cameras, Abigail saw those evacuated people feeling relieved at the sight of the Empire's Special Operations Department.

The previous feint by the Silvermoon Reform Association was merely for the Empire's Special Operations Department to swiftly take control here.

「Abigail, the next step is up to you.」

Lanci contacted Abigail, and her earpiece echoed.

"It seems that you've managed to extricate yourself."

Nicholas stood beside Abigail, speaking to Lanci.

「Barely survived, luckily I escaped. You had a tough time too, Nicholas.」

Lanci greeted and smiled at Nicholas.

"We've gambled everything on this; let's wing it today."

Nicholas of Red Falcon did everything he could to reverse operations.

The Empire's Special Operations Department's contribution to the Cerryti Imperial Army was negligible, at best hindering rather than helping.

"All set."

With Abigail focusing her Spirit on operations, all broadcasts by the Cret Truth Voice Broadcasting Company featured a split-screen in the upper right corner, showing their combat footage at Blood Moon City, contact logs with Violet, and narratives by the White Robed Pope about the causes of the Blood Clan unrest in the Cerryti Empire, as well as several suspicions around Hesintos.

"I'll go downstairs to hold them off."

Nicholas then heard noise from downstairs, suggesting the military was beginning to demand immediate cessation of the broadcasts disrupting public sentiment and realizing Silvermoon Reform Association members still controlled the central chamber, leading to the Bulida City central authority's inability to cut off the Cret Truth Voice Company's footage.

"I'm counting on you. I've set up a spatial barrier here; even if they break in with people, they'll enter an identical but separate central chamber, seemingly controlled by a ghost manipulating audio and visuals."

Abigail leaned back in her chair, pinching her fatigued brow.

The negotiation's prerequisite is enforcement of power; otherwise, showing any content would be futile, even risking being cut off by the Empire.

Only at this chaotic moment can they seize control of the CERRYTI Truth Voice Group.

They also have Abigail, a well-known director in the Cerryti Empire, who infiltrated beforehand, along with inside-outside coordination by the Empire's Special Operations Department.

「You're the top broadcaster, Abigail.」

Lanci seemed to be speeding towards regrouping with other companions, speaking to Abigail.

Internally, he couldn't help but worry about Loren, but his job wasn't to fret over Loren at this time but to assist other companions in ending their battles.

Since the Blood Moon City siege, Lanci noticed Abigail's unintentional support for the entire scene, also possessing wartime broadcasting abilities with perfectly timed frames.

"Now you're talking my language."

Abigail, often feeling fatigued as a Magic Artisan tapping into spatial barriers, but as a director, she possessed endless energy.

She must now showcase top-level broadcasting to Bulida and even the South Continent, taking over the split screens of the Bulida main battlefield and its sub-battlefields.

...

On the frozen streets, the building's giant screens were covered in frost, yet still displayed images amid the white mist.

The frost here wasn't caused by a snowstorm; it resulted from the environmental impact induced by the battle.

The Bingxue Witch and Fifth War God Luke Jayed were evenly matched—strong cold air streams made glass from the buildings on both sides clatter loudly.

In the footage.

Although Loren's neck was wounded by Hesintos' Sword Qi and blood continuously gushed from the wound, his eyes remained devoid of panic or fear.