Chapter 419
"No, the Main Gear has come off. It fell down and got stuck with the other gears, making it unable to operate."
Using his Psychic Scan, Shi Lei quickly determined the situation inside the mechanism. He wasn't very knowledgeable about mechanics, but he understood after hearing what Closure said.
First, create a tweezer-like Rock Constructs inside the mechanism to remove the fallen gear. After placing it back in its empty original position, fill the gaps to prevent it from falling again.
Shi Lei gave Texas a look and tilted his head slightly, signaling her to drive. The latter immediately understood, walked over, grabbed the broken half of the lever, and pushed it down.
"Klala..."
The mechanism emitted a harsh, teeth-grinding sound as it slowly raised the Metal Door, revealing a pitch-black passage.
Closure quickly checked and was astonished to find that the dislodged gear had returned to its original position.
"Hey, weren't the gears stuck? Miss, how did you manage to do that?"
Texas smiled without saying a word, raising her hand to make a shushing gesture, signaling the other party not to delve into it. Closure she let it go.
Not long after the group entered the passage, they discovered Dry Bones sitting on the ground. The body was devoid of flesh and blood, exposing stark white bones. The clothes were torn to shreds, with only a Golden Medal as proof of its former glory.
Unable to identify the other person, Vigna carefully put away the medal and continued walking.
Perhaps finding the sounds of footsteps and breathing in the pipes too monotonous, she took the initiative to start a conversation:
"Two hundred years ago, Victoria's army, along with two other nations, besieged Kazdel. One night, an entire fully armed legion vanished in the valley where they were stationed. The Earl sent men to search for them, but they only saw Crimson Aurora illuminating the entire mountainside. At the time, everyone speculated that it might be the work of the Blood Demon Great Lord. Combining this with Clovicia's intelligence, it can be deduced that the Blood Demon Great Lord possesses Originium Arts capable of causing widespread damage, and later..."
Vigna chatted with everyone along the way, providing information about the Sarkaz as she knew. Before long, they arrived at the third mechanism, where she pulled a lever to raise the Metal Door.
"This is the last door; beyond it lies the Oktriug District of Londinium."
June 23, 8:30 pm
To avoid arresting the wrong person and allowing the real murderer to go unpunished, Manfred summoned his subordinates and carefully reviewed all the video recordings made at the time.
Those rock formations appeared out of thin air in the cockpit. After successfully breaching the City Defense Cannon, they vanished without a trace. Currently, apart from Mandela in the Deep Pool, there are no other suspects.
After all, Rock Element Originium Arts are extremely rare, and someone who can achieve this level of skill is unlikely to be an unknown individual.
Meanwhile, news came back that the Abandoned Distillery had fallen. Heredrey led a small squad of about a hundred sorcerers to hold out there, but their whereabouts are currently unknown.
Manfred was worried about his safety, but now was not the time to concern himself with that. His Highness's plan had reached a critical juncture, and no further mistakes could be made!
"General Manfred."
Hearing the familiar voice, he turned around in surprise. Empress Theresia had actually come out of the Shard Building.
"Your His Highness, what are your orders?"
Theresia looked around, her gaze sweeping over the damaged City Defense Cannon one by one before finally returning to her surroundings:
"What a pity..."
Manfred assumed she was there to interrogate him, and reluctantly took all the blame.
"Your His Highness, I am so sorry. I have failed you. All the City Defense Cannon were destroyed tonight because I underestimated the enemy. I hope you will punish me severely, but please do not implicate the other Sarkaz Soldier."
Theresia smiled faintly, observing the man with his head bowed before her with great interest.
"Back in Kazdel, you never spoke to me with such restraint and politeness as you do today."
"..."
Seeing that Manfred remained silent, she continued:
"Back then, you would look me straight in the eye."
"Your His Highness, I am truly sorry. I was young then and had no sense of reverence whatsoever. If I have offended you in any way, I sincerely apologize."
Theresia stared at the young general and suddenly felt a sense of unfamiliarity.
The Empress's silent gaze made Manfred feel like he was sitting on pins and needles, as if he had a fishbone stuck in his throat. He desperately wanted to start a new conversation to divert her attention.
"Let bygones be bygones our past ignorance. Thankfully, you've returned to lead us again, just as you have countless times before, bringing victory to the Sarkaz. This is something I and the other generals firmly believe."
"Unwavering belief? Ha, I don't have that ability now. To be honest, Manfred, I really want to meet that Casters. After all, the Demon King Power within her was bestowed upon me in my previous life."
"..."
Upon hearing the words "before his death, "Manfred's mouth dropped open in surprise. He knew there was more to this than met the eye, and felt he couldn't grasp the situation, so he remained silent.
Seeing that he remained silent, Theresia looked up into the distance, as if answering her own question:
Do dead people dream?
"..."
"For the past few months, I've often dreamt of the time when the Babel still stood. The ship that was painstakingly dug out, the taciturn Feline Doctor, and the silent commander. I stand shoulder to shoulder with them on the deck, gazing into the distance. I dreamt that on countless nights, I would lean against the bedside, telling Amiya the stories of the Sarkaz and this land, lulling her to sleep."
The [Exotic Demon King] of Rhodes Island had already become the target of everyone's criticism during the internal meetings.
Faced with such a sensitive question, Manfred licked his dry lips, not daring to give a direct answer:
"Is Your His Highness aware of this matter?"
"Yes, he knows everything. It's just that he's used to staying silent most of the time."
June 23, 8:38 pm
The Shard Building, in the Central Urban Area Londinium.
The masked Confessors Leader stood beside Theresis and respectfully asked:
"Your His Highness, you've let her out?"
"Salus, you should know very well that although the Exotic Demon King is still young, the power within her is not small at all. Neither Manfred nor the Blood Demon Great Lord may be able to capture her successfully."
"The safest way to defeat a Demon King is naturally to send out another Demon King that has granted her power. Wasn't this your plan when you proposed that crazy scheme to me?"
Upon hearing this, the Confessors said apologetically:
"His Highness was extremely angry about the Empress being killed and then resurrected, which I will never forget."
Only when the Sarkaz see you standing together will they believe that the chaotic Dark Ages are over.
From now on, the Sarkaz will no longer wage civil war. There will no longer be two different voices in everyone's hearts.
However, the appearance of the Exotic Demon King has now broken the situation where Sarkaz only had one king.
We must capture the Exotic Demon King and seize her Demon King Power for our own use.
Theresis stared coldly at Salus, the Confessors Leader, her attitude quite clear:
"Since you know this, then do it. The soldiers' attention needs to be focused on the battlefield. They should follow the monarch who helped the Sarkaz out of their predicament, not Exotic Demon King a different race whose power they cannot even control."
Salus placed his right hand on his left chest and bowed slightly as a sign of respect.
"As you wish, Your Majesty. I will urge the Emongard to complete 'that' plan as soon as possible. If the Empress can persuade the Exotic Demon King to voluntarily relinquish his power this time, it will be beneficial to both her and the entire Sarkaz."
The two hadn't been talking for long when the Blood Demon Great Lord, dressed in magnificent robes, arrived at the Shard Building.
Seeing this, Salus took the initiative to greet him:
"I didn't expect you to be back so late, Your Great Lord. And you look rather tired."
Upon hearing this, the Blood Demon Great Lord snorted coldly, clearly dissatisfied with the Confessors in charge of intelligence gathering:
"Why didn't you tell me that the Mistress of Banshees had come to Londinium? Their abilities are far more troublesome than the Scavengers, and this little guy has amazing talent."
"I thought you would have guessed it, Your Great Lord."
"Don't think that just because His Highness favors you, I won't dare to touch you. If there's a next time, I'll put your tongue in Crystal Casket as a gift from Banshee."
Perhaps because the mask concealed his facial expression, Salus seemed completely unafraid of his opponent.
"Neither His Highness nor the King of Scavengers will like your plan, Your Great Lord. How about this: as compensation for the lack of intelligence this time, I will suggest to His Highness that the task of hunting down the Exotic Demon King be assigned to you."
"Ha, Manfred failed as expected. I told you, he's just a soft-hearted coward."
The Blood Demon Great Lord had come specifically for the matter of the King of Scavengers. Hearing the Confessors mention it, he casually steered the conversation in another direction:
"Your His Highness, the Scavenger Army outside the city has yet to enter Londinium. The areas it was originally responsible for are now a mixed bag, and those with ulterior motives are stirring. I suggest that I take charge of managing these areas."
Salus snorted coldly and bluntly stated:
"Come on, do you actually want to manage these citizens, or do you want them to serve as nourishment for your bloodline?"
"What's the difference between me and the King of Scavengers Guan? In the end, we both become nourishment for the Sarkaz. It's just that I'll make their deaths more meaningful."
That's enough.
Hearing their endless argument, Theresis rebuked them and gave them an order:
"If the King of Corruption returns before six o'clock tomorrow morning, immediately notify him to come see me. If he does not return, the Defense Zone under his jurisdiction will be handed over to the Great Lord."
The Blood Demon Great Lord was very satisfied with the reply and bowed slightly to Regent Theresis.
"As you wish, Your His Highness. I will wait until six o'clock tomorrow morning to take over the Defense Zone. Also, I accept the mission to capture the Exotic Demon King."
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Chapter 497 Death Prophecy (4K)
Kal'tsit and Misery piloted their land vehicle to the outer wall area of Londinium.
To enter the city, they could only go through various border crossings. However, they saw that several entrances along the way were tightly closed, which gave the two a sense of foreboding.
Kal'tsit first tried to contact Amiya, but for some reason, communication failed. The engineer Closure followed her into the city, and there was no one available to perform repairs.
She then opted for a less ideal solution, contacting Logos, who was waiting in the Outer District Londinium. She then drove the lander to a secluded spot, turned off the lights, and waited quietly.
Before Logos arrived at the scene, Broca was following closely behind. He had been chasing the taillights and tire tracks and hadn't fallen too far behind.
Knowing that his advice was futile, Broca decided to stay and protect the two. Rhodes Island's This Ship had already sailed far away, making them less likely to encounter danger.
Kal'tsit glanced sideways but didn't say anything. Mon3tr, who usually bared its teeth at people, was now as timid as a big black dog. It knew exactly who it could mess with and who it couldn't.
Half an hour later, Logos arrived at the designated location.
He didn't recognize Broca and immediately went on alert upon seeing the burly man.
Even without Doctor Kal'tsit's introduction, Logos had already guessed the other party's identity.
Its massive size, overwhelming presence, and distinctive Antler Helmet must belong to Wendigo, a fellow member of the Sarkaz Ten Royal Courts!
Logos first sized Broca, then shifted his gaze to Kal'tsit. Seeing that she didn't show any unusual emotions, he deduced that she was a friend, not an enemy.
"Doctor Kal'tsit, what brings you here? Just give me any tasks you need."
With outsiders present, Kal'tsit was unwilling to explain further. She simply stated one sentence and got straight to the point:
"I have something very important to discuss with the Doctor. Do you know where he and Amiya went?"
Logos offer limited information, shakes head
"Doctor Kal'tsit, I'm not too sure about that. But since they're with Crownslayer, they'll probably be deep in the Central Urban Area. You could try contacting the Doctor via Walkie-Talkie to confirm their location."
"I tried, but it didn't work. Now you'll come with me into the city to meet up with the Doctor and Amiya."
"Yes."
Upon learning that the entrance gate was closed, Logos led the three to an outer wall. He lifted the Wooden Board that were being used as cover, revealing a large, dark hole underneath.
The three jumped down one after another, and when Broca landed, it made a loud noise.
Seeing this, Kal'tsit looked hesitant and ultimately said nothing. If saying something can't change the outcome, then it's best not to say it.
The four people walked along the underground pipe, and after reaching the end, they went down the stairs to the ground.
The Outer District of Londinium are inhabited by slum dwellers, and the underground pipework is far less extensive than in the Mid-level District.
The group walked through the deserted Long Street, heading towards the Sardien District under the yellowish lamplight.
Logos is the current Mistress of Banshees. Although he is a rare male, he is extremely agile. Misery possesses Space-Time Ability and is also quite fast. Even Kal'tsit, who has the physical attributes of an ordinary person, can evade simple sentry posts by running away.
The Broca enormous, and its gait resembled the movement of a small hill, producing a dull thud.
No matter how careful the three of them were, the commotion was still enough to give them away.
Finally, Kal'tsit could no longer tolerate it and warned:
"Could you please not follow me?"
"No, my mission is to protect you."