Moments later, Qianye walked out of the living quarters, respectfully cupped his hands toward the door, and left.
Inside the room, the marquis-rank technician sat leaning against the tall chair with his eyes closed as though he were resting. Even a passing duke wouldn’t disturb him for no reason. As one of the main technicians in the construction project, this marquis’ value was much higher to the Demon King and Progia than others of the same rank.
Upon closer inspection, however, one would find that the marquis was no longer moving. He had long since lost all signs of life.
Qianye had no intention of leaving such a special character alive.
He was still disguised as a count when he arrived under the tower. The technicians on the structure had just completed their work and were starting to leave. Only two counts were left behind to guard the equipment.
The natives weren’t interested in the tower. Also, Progia had intentionally left his aura in the area. Even Imperial experts would be deterred by the profound aura of a great dark monarch, let alone the natives.
Hence, the guards weren’t that strict with their duty. Only two counts were left here to suffer the torment of the living origin power.
One of them glanced at Qianye, who barely resembled a count. “Work’s done for today.”
Qianye waved the toolbox in his hand. “The master will be using these tools tomorrow. He asked me to put them on the ninth level.”
The guard recognized the insignia on the toolbox. Seeing as Qianye had cited the correct workstation, they simply let him pass without further questions.
In truth, Qianye had already gotten all the necessary information out of the marquis. He could answer any question the guards could throw at him. If worse came to worst, he would just have to kill them.
These metals were a material Qianye had never seen before. They contained a bit of living origin power, so they must’ve originated from the inner world.
The Evernight Council was indeed full of talented people. They had just entered the new world for a couple of days, and yet they had already managed to produce such armor plates. With enough time, Evernight technology would soon appear in the inner world.
From the eighth level onward, one could find separate chambers that housed different apparatuses. Everything looked highly intricate, but Qianye had no idea what they were used for.
Qianye did not need to understand, either, because he simply needed to destroy them.
There was nothing remotely similar to tools inside the toolbox. It was filled with grenades and explosives.
Qianye extracted the contents on the spot and brought out additional materials from Andruil’s space. In the blink of an eye, he had produced a batch of explosives, which he installed in every chamber. He would also throw in some origin grenades for some of the bigger compartments.
Having installed everything on the eighth level, Qianye went up to the ninth.
Half of the ninth level was occupied by a large hall, filled with all kinds of control equipment. There were a whole ten control consoles and a master control panel at the end of the hall. All in all, there were hundreds of switches and buttons.
Just like before, Qianye installed explosives in every console and then headed over to the master control panel. He paid extra “attention” to Progia’s seat, piling up ten origin grenades in case the explosion wasn’t big enough.
Qianye was out of explosives at this point, but the antennae were easy to deal with. He simply drew his azure green blade and sliced them into dozens of pieces. He then leaped into the air and vanished over the horizon.
There were numerous Evernight experts in the camp who noticed Qianye’s unconcealed movement. However, the dukes only exchanged strange glances without chasing after him.
A mere duke would be courting death if they were to go after Qianye.
It was during this moment of delay that a fireball erupted from the tower, followed by a series of explosions that left the tower full of holes. This was especially true of the middle part where the black energy crystals were stored. Their ignition led to a number of earth-shattering explosions that completely destroyed the tower’s structure. The upper half of the tower thus collapsed to the ground with a loud boom.
In the blink of an eye, only a raging firestorm remained where the tower once stood. The blaze illuminated the camp as the dust cloud from the falling tower covered everything in the area. The crackle and rattle of residual explosions felt like hammer blows in everyone’s heart.
This time, all the Evernight experts were pale. The tower they had risked life and limb to build in the inner world had been destroyed just like that?
Most of the key components in the tower were manufactured back in Evernight. Two of them were personally crafted by Predica himself. The explosion of this tower would no doubt set back the Evernight Council’s plans considerably.
The dukes exchanged glances, wondering where Progia could have gone at such a time.
Qianye understood little about the tower, but a control panel that could withstand the power of a great dark monarch was not easily obtained. The materials alone would be fairly limited, and the council couldn’t have prepared one for every great dark monarch.
That was reasonable.
It was just that even Progia had been ambushed and injured by Qianye, so none of the other experts believed themselves an exception. There was no telling which race this hidden expert belonged to, but things would be even easier if he were a demonkin. Only a great dark monarch’s defenses could give Qianye a headache; the rest were simply negligible.
The demonkin were fairly weak compared to the other dark races. This hidden expert would die if Qianye were to ambush him.
The latter’s current plan was to flee as far away as possible, then circle back to search for an opportunity.
Several consecutive Spatial Flashes took him hundreds of kilometers away. Only then did the faint sense of danger completely disappear.
Heaving a sigh of relief, Qianye slowed down his movements. He was just about to climb one of the trees and get some rest when he heard some faint footsteps in the distance. He could immediately tell that they were the Attawa and not people from Evernight.
Several Attawa warriors appeared before long. Seeing Qianye, they placed a hand on their c.h.e.s.ts and said respectfully, “Respectful brethren from a different world, our holy spirit wishes to meet you.”
“Holy spirit?” Qianye frowned.
“The holy spirit resides high up in the heavens, guiding our direction and warning us of dangers. Right now, the holy spirit has summoned you.”
Qianye noticed that these Attawa warriors dressed differently from Su Shi. “Which tribe are you from?”
“Brother, we are from the Sperger tribe.”
“How did you find me?”
“The mother tree sees all life in this world. She told us you would stop here.”
Qianye nodded. “Very well, I’ll go with you.”
The Attawa from the Sperger tribe were just as swift. They led Qianye across mountains and ridges, traveling for an entire day and night before a mountain peak appeared in the distance.
There were a number of cylindrical buildings at the summit, surrounding a large central structure. These buildings were constructed with wooden pillars and walls made of mud and gravel. The giant leaves in this world made for some of the best roofing materials. All they needed was a bit of trimming to become a roof.
This small setup might be simple, but it was home to dozens of Attawa, mostly a.d.u.l.t males and some women and elders. The place looked like it had been constructed to guard something. The stone totems at the entrance of the village probably represented the Sperger clan members.
An entire day and night of running had only taken them two rundays of distance. In theory, they should still be in the Monroe tribe’s lands.
This settlement wasn’t big, but it housed a holy altar which was the most important to each tribe. It was through this altar that the Attawa would communicate with the holy spirit and obtain guidance.
There was more than one holy spirit, something Qianye had just learned.
Qianye followed the three Sperger warriors into the tribal village and toward the central building.
This so-called holy altar was just a large polished rock. The material, however, drew Qianye’s attention because it was somewhat translucent and neither rock nor metal. Qianye felt that the rock was rather unstable, almost as though it would tear through the void and disappear any moment.
There was an elder waiting at the altar. He bowed deeply toward Qianye and said, “We thank you, brethren from a different world, for helping us drive the black demon away and protecting our holy mountain.”
“It’s something I should do,” Qianye replied, a bit surprised at the swiftness of their information transfer.
“The holy spirit wishes to see you.”
“What do I do?”
“Place your hand on the altar and drink this wine. Let go of your spirit and listen with all your heart. The holy spirit will touch your soul, and you will hear his voice.”
This was a fairly primitive procedure, but this was normal considering the level of their civilization.
A young Attawa girl presented Qianye with a glass of scarlet wine. Giving it a sniff and confirming that there was no poison, Qianye finished it in one gulp. Even if the Attawa did want to poison him, not many poisons could harm his modified body.
Once the sacrificial wine entered his body, a long-lost sensation came over his entire being. Qianye felt his consciousness floating out of his body and rising up like smoke.
This was beyond what he had expected. If he were to keep floating endlessly and never return, wouldn’t he die?
