"..."
At the southernmost end of Ten Peaks Mountain, atop Mount Lai.
The "Human Emperor" stared expressionlessly northward throughout the night. Only when dawn's first light slowly rose over the horizon did the corner of his mouth twitch with an almost imperceptible chill.
At that moment, a figure appeared beside him.
The middle-aged man in a white robe was none other than the "Beast King," who had promised him not long ago that he would hold Ten Peaks Mountain for at least half a year.
"Something unexpected happened..."
When he said those words, the Beast King wore a rather disheveled expression, and his facial muscles twitched from time to time.
Especially where he had been punched twice earlier.
Even after abandoning that battered body, he had yet to fully shake off the intermittent phantom pain.
The Human Emperor watched him expressionlessly. His deep pupils were like black holes that devoured everything, making the Beast King unconsciously lower his gaze.
He had no choice.
He was weaker than ever at the moment. Even if he was unwilling a thousand times over, he could only force himself to bow his head.
Since the Sanctuary needed physical bodies in reality as vessels to store consciousness, the power of the Forerunners was directly proportional to the strength of their believers. The stronger the believers, the greater the influence the Sanctuary could exert upon the mortal world.
For example, if the believers implanted with chips were merely a few serfs, then let alone influencing the mortal world, they probably could not even leave their slave master's farm.
But if the believer implanted with a chip was the slave master himself, then by relying on his authority alone, they could command every survivor on an entire farm.
And his current condition resembled the former.
Until yesterday,