“The meeting’s dismissed. Adolf, follow me.”
Lin Sheng stood up and turned to the exit on the side of the conference hall.
Adolf quickly got up and followed as he heard that.
The two quickly left the main hall and walked on straight.
Until after they reached a garden did they slow down as they strolled into the white cloister within the Holy Sanctum.
With the garden were warlocks clad in white robes responsible for maintaining the portal to Xylond.
These were all high warlocks from the Fairy Kingdom, and they had been sent by Lin Sheng from the Darkspirit Palace to connect Xylond and Henriqcal. As they looked very similar to normal humans, there were not many problems.
Plus, the Darkspirit Palace had been officially renamed to the Holyspirit Palace by Lin Sheng from yesterday onwards.
All of the Darkspirits that had joined the Holy Sanctum were all renamed Holyspirits. After all, they were, in essence, no different than what Adolf was.
The moment Adolf saw Lin Sheng stop, he quickly asked, “Master, what would you have me do?”
“I want you to contact your other companions who have the Sacred Vessels of Destiny, and get them to come to the sanctuary of the Holy Sanctum. Can you do that?” Lin Sheng asked.
“Of course.” Adolf nodded. While he had no idea why Lin Sheng made this request, but this matter had nothing but beneficial for the others.
“Very well, get on with it.” Lin Sheng nodded, and as he stepped forward, he disappeared in a blink of an eye.
Adolf quickly settled down and pulled out his phone to check the signal, before flipping the cover open and dialed a number in his contact list.
Soon, after a busy tone, someone picked up the call.
“Isaac, where are you now?”
…
Inside a cave in the wilderness.
A few bearers of the Sacred Vessels of Destiny sat on the dark ground exhausted.
Isaac was covered in blood, his stomach had almost been cut open by that damned swordthrall.
He wiped off the blood from his face and let out a deep breath.
If not for him activating the power of the Sacred Vessel, he would have been dead.
The moment the Heaven Spire was annihilated, he realized that there was something fishy with the Great Sage of the Astral Mere. So he convinced the other bearers that had been traveling with him for the past few days as they relied on each other’s powers and fled all the way here.
They had thought Miga was the world’s most stable country, and never expected for such a tragedy to occur here.
Suddenly, his handphone rang.
“A bucket and a trotter, a glug and a bite, one two one two…” The strange ringtone suddenly attracted the attention of others.
Isaac took out his phone and glanced.
“Adolf?” He had remembered that Adolf was taken hostage by Faldt right? How could he be calling him now?
Their contact methods had been provided by the Great Sage, and he did not expect it to work now.
Answering the call, Isaac sat on the ground with his back leaning against the wall.
“Hey, Adolf. Where are you now? We were going to save you, but the instant we entered Villashe, those damned swordthralls were just too many, and there are barely any living persons there now. Madness I tell you! How are you? Are you hurt? Let me know your location, we’ll come to get you now!”
Adolf once had rescued him while he was wandering across Xylond and got along very well with Isaac, and the two were considered good friends.
“Come over where I am,” Adolf said on the phone. “Faldt had indeed caught me, but my master saved us. There’s just too many casualties in the battle of the capital. Due to the immense suffering, my master has decided to take to the field. No matter how the fight against Faldt turns out, we need to witness it.”
“Your master?” Why tell us sooner if you had such a powerful master??!”
Isaac looked up at the rest with a stunned expression on his face.
The volume of the phone was not small, and everyone had heard the conversation, and all of them had a similar dumbfounded and surprised look.
Who was Adolf’s master that he could fight against Faldt head-on?
“Can you tell me who your master is?” A petite and cute blonde girl could not help but to softly ask.
“Oh, I never told you before?” Adolf was surprised. “My master is the Lord of the Holy Sanctum, the supreme Holy Emperor of the Holyspirit Palace.”
Everyone was stunned.
Holyspirit Palace, supreme Holy Emperor, they could feel the domineering aura just from the name alone…
Just hearing the name alone they knew he was not your ordinary character and was definitely a boss-fight sorta character at the end of a level.
“Aight, it’s a bit too late to explain everything. Since you guys are near the capital, I’ll give you a location, wait for us there. We will come soon.”
As he hung up the phone, Adolf exhaled comfortably.
It just felt so good to have a powerful backing and be able to show it off!
He now understood why most of the big bosses and organizations chose those bombastic and pretentious names.
Just imagine being a big demon boss of the final stage named Sheepy the Sheep, and see if anyone would have feared you.
Oh, the great Sheepy the Sheep, your might is without equal, and your conquest eternal. Your radiance shall shine in all corners of the world, and your words immortal.
Just thinking of that alone gave Adolf the shivers.
After the call, Adolf circled around before looking for the spirits of the other bearers of the Sacred Vessels of Destiny that remained in the Holy Sanctum.
Among them, two had already left while the other three remained, and hoping for the chance to do something for the sanctum in exchange for Lin Sheng to resurrect them.
Upon seeing Adolf, they were overcome by emotion and quickly gathered around him to ask about the situation.
Seeing Adolf’s resurrected body made them even more envious.
While all of these people were originally ordinary people, what was surprising was that Adolf had gotten some unexpected information from them.
One of them still had traces of the power of their Sacred Vessel.
Using this residual trace, the person could vaguely sense the direction of the power they once had had went to.
This could be an important clue in looking for the Astral Mere in the future.
…
Miga’s Capital City, Villashe
In the middle of the city, in the ring-shaped open-air theater.
The originally tile-covered center of the theater was now filled with a mound of broken corpses.
The flowing blood had formed a stream by the edge of the theater, and the entire place ranked with the stench of blood.
A drizzle fell as cold wind blew and the temperature was getting lower and lower. It was slightly bone-biting.
Faldt watched as a few blood corpse slowly walked into the theater as they were divided into four lines at the edges and stood at different angles.
*Poof!! Poof! Poof! Poof!*
After four muffled puffs, four blood corpses formed out of Darksiders pulled out blades as they slashed their throats.
They then grabbed onto their hairs and yanked their heads back, ripped the wound on their throats wider to allow more blood to flow out.
“Soon… Soon…”
Faldt gently snapped his fingers.
Behind him, rows upon rows of humans with a dazed look in dirty and ragged clothes slowly lined up as they stepped into the theater and into the bloodied arena in the middle of it.
Red light shone in the sky as the air seemed to be filled with some sort of special toxin.
The moment the people who entered the theater stood still, they began to melt from their feet.
Their bodies were like candles as they melted started from the toes and gradually dissolving from the bottom top as they were reduced into blood and blended into the surroundings.
However, none of these people fled in terror, and simply just stood there motionless.
The first batch of people was soon fully dissolved, and soon was the second, and the third.
