After Lin Sheng and co left and disappeared out of sight, from under the rubble rose a few miserable figures. They were the monster leaders who planned to ambush Lin Sheng and co.
“Luck is still on our side. Had the two maniacs come a little closer, our survival rate would have been less than 10%,” said the burly one with a weapon, coughing.
“It was only an aftershock, but this level of power… Was it of the Palatinates?” The sylph no longer looked like a sylph; her elegant dress now was more like a holey Croc.
What was even worse was that as soon as she closed her eyes, she felt her eyes were full of snowstorm. The extreme sense of powerlessness and frailty struck. She was dead sure the Palatinate was just two rungs higher than she was. But her intuitive feelings told her that the power disparity was vast, like the distance between heaven and the earth.
“I want a revenge! But I don’t know how I can do that,” she said with her head low.
The third one, tall and riding a warhorse in the shadows, looked in the direction where Lin Sheng and co had left. “The Palatinates are akin to disaster in a human’s skin.” That said, he hurried the horse to turn around, slowly striding toward the dense fog.
“Where are you going?” Stunned, the sylph stopped him.
“I’ve thought it through, and I think fighting isn’t my cup of tea. I want to go home and do farming.” There was a sense of dismay in the horse-riding figure.
“Well, I’m going leaving, too.” The burly figure carrying a weapon echoed with a sigh. I should’ve been a pork seller at home.”
The sylph watched on as the two disappearing into the dense fog in tandem. All of a sudden, her eyes welled up, but she kept the tears in her eyes.
“You all still have choices, unlike me.” She did not want to go back and become a confinement nanny again, ever. It was a tough job. She was content with her life here. She would rather die than going back to her old trade.
The place where the three of them originated was a mezzanine zone between Ashen World and the real world.
At about the size of Miga, the place had many races living together. Because of the tough environment, which was much worse than this place, the place had produced many elite fighters.
The three of them came out hoping to achieve something in life. But now, the cruel reality had shattered their dreams.
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After Lin Sheng and co left, half of the buildings in the fog were destroyed.
The frigid power lasted for three days before some even more powerful force of erosion in the fog drove it away.
Except for the group of people Lin Sheng rescued, no one else knew what happened here. Of those who were rescued, a few more died from the war aftermath. Only four survived and returned. Following that, Lin Sheng and the four of them, including Safredie, had signed a non-disclosure agreement.
After returning to the human civilization, Lin Sheng brought the four survivors, including Safredie, on the journey to the Baine University.
They got on a chartered flight. Under cover of the Palatinate’s power, Lin Sheng kept these people from getting pinged for as long as he could. It was not until the plane touched down at Henricqal and the elites from the Sanctum and Baine took over Lin Sheng breathed a sigh of relief.
As soon as they got back, the news came that the chancellor was back.
The Wasp Lord, Shawnslocka, one of the longest living Palatinates in Miga, wanted to see the head of the Sanctum. Lin Sheng had nothing to fear. After owning Tenko Kasumi, an elite who was considered powerful even at the level of Palatinates, he did not feel intimidated in meeting those whom he previously feared. Strength was the reason for his repose.
If the Sanctum was only regarded as the second tier forces in Henricqal previously, then the current Sanctum was definitely a force to be reckoned with at the level of Baine University.
The Sanctum had expanded in a far more terrifying rate than that of the cults while Lin Sheng was away for the past days.
Of the 1.7 million survivors in Henricqal , at least one third had joined the Sanctum to become peripheral followers.
It was the best time for the power of the holy light to woo people and to spread hope in time of chaos and darkness.
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In the vast lava lake, poisonous gas bubbles were popping on the surface. Right next to the Sunstrider monster on the arch bridge, Chancellor Shawnslocka had changed into a red robe with reading glasses. He looked like a scholar.
Tenko Kasumi, wearing a white Sanctum armor, hand on the hilt of the silver long sword hanging from her waist, was walking towards the arch bridge along the shore of the lake.
Her red hair was fluttering in the hot wind heated by the lava. It was hard to distinguish her hair from red flame at first glance.
She did not go all the way onto the arch bridge, but stopped about ten meters away from it.
“I am the overseer of the Sanctum, Tenko Kasumi. I supposed this is the first time we meet, Shawnslocka, the Wasp Lord?”
As an elite of the same level as the chancellor, Tenko Kasumi was the one most suitable coming to the front of the Sanctum. This way, Lin Sheng could hide his principal body, preventing his enemy from finding out his weaknesses and killing him. In the Sanctum, the deeper he hid, the safer he was.
Tenko Kasumi looked across the lava lake at the chancellor standing on the bridge. Her body was emanating an elusive frigid air even if she was standing in the lava’s heat. It was hard to conceal the violence and murderousness despite the cover of the holy power. She had only cultivated the holy power for a short time.
Shawnslocka glanced at her and sighed silently. Before this, he had been hoping that this overseer of the Sanctum was someone gentle and peaceful. But seeing the lady in person, he began to feel that his guesses were wrong.
“It is no wonder the Sanctum could grow to this level even under the suppression from the Heaven’s Spire. That speaks of the Sanctum’s resilience,” Shawnslocka said with a gentle smile.
“I am equally glad that Chancellor, the Wasp Lord, can talk with me calmly,” said Tenko Kasumi.
Just when the creases on the chancellor’s face eased up, his smile was bringing them all back again. “I’m not pleased with the Sanctum preaching in Henricqal without my permission, but I don’t come back for this. Even though I’m now back, I won’t stay long here.”
“Has the situation gone so bad?” Tenko Kasumi frowned.
“If you have encountered the Sevenlocks Tower, you will know how horrible they are.” The Wasp Lord’s voice was low, with a hint of helplessness in his voice. Turning around, he looked at the massive body of Sunstrider in the distance.
“Three days ago, Esteland, north of Xilin, was hit by a large group of Knights Indignant. The defending army went all out into the battle but barely held the ground.”
“At eight o’clock sharp yesterday morning, the Savage Ogre Horde attacked Gorand, the flower capital of the third largest city in Olro. If it was not for Hellfire’s Palatinates arriving in time, they have wiped the flower capital out.”
“At twenty past nine this morning, the King of the Gluttons came at the Plains of Carmine Jade in Miga. The army of 120,000 gluttons is still fighting with the army as we speak.”
The Wasp Lord sighed.
“War will break out where the black mist is. The Sanctum is a mysterious and powerful force. Now that you have displayed the level of strength of the Palatinates, the three mysterious realms hope that you can join the fight against the Black Tide,” said Shawnslocka.
“If we do not comply, we will be targeted or gotten rid of?” Tenko Kasumi asked.
“Not to that extent, but they will be on high alert.” The Wasp Lord shook his head and smirked. “Everything will turn into ruins where the Black Tide ravages. The Sanctum and the Black Tide are mutually inhibiting. So the Sanctum will not be targeted.”
Shawnslocka pause, then carried on. “Just that the three mysteries realms sincerely hope that the Sanctum could join the fight against the Sevenlocks Tower. Now we are being slaughtered. The joining of one more Palatinate would be of great relief to us.”
