Chapter 445
The input and output are disproportionate; to save trouble, it would be better to divest the land to other plots.
"The task assigned by the general has not been completed, but this is the only way. Let's retreat first, and return via the original route."
Sarkaz Soldier escorted the engineer back to the hotel rooftop. Now that the airship was anchored in the Norbert District, it was like a coveted prize. Many of the Duke's forces were likely moving in, so the operation needed to be carried out with extreme caution.
Upon arriving at the rooftop, the Sarkaz Soldier were teleported up using a magical Magic Array set up there.
If the airship were to descend to pick them up, it would surely draw the Dukes to this location.
Only after these people had completely disappeared did Shi Lei and Ines emerge from the shadows.
Are these patterns Teleportation Array?
He sensed that the Sarkaz disappeared shortly after standing on it, which led him to this conclusion. He never expected that such a thing existed on Terra.
Although Ines wasn't Sarkaz, she was quite familiar with the various branches of the Sarkaz. She crouched down, rubbed the pattern with her index finger, and then brought it to her nose to sniff lightly:
"There's a smell of rotting bones, it feels like the magic of the Ten Royal Courts Lich lineage. I'm not entirely sure, I've just heard about it before."
If this technology is resource-efficient enough, it would be a real shame if only the Sarkaz used it.
Shi Lei made a brief assessment in his mind, then looked up at the airship in the sky:
"Let's go up and take a look. You don't need to explain the minions' abilities later. Just give a subtle warning if anyone's Originium Arts are particularly dangerous."
Having said that, he conjured Rock platform out of thin air. He also casually made an extra Rock mask and gave it to his subordinates.
Seeing this, Ines walked straight up. Under Shi Lei's control, they took off into the night.
As the city of Londinium gradually shrank into a small square in her field of vision, Ines raised her head and stole a glance at the Liyue City Lord who was swearing allegiance to her.
Despite being incredibly strong, he is overly cautious.
Of course, Ines didn't think there was anything wrong with it. A person only has one life, and you can never be too careful.
With so many branches of the Sarkaz, who knows which one might possess a hidden, dangerous Secret Art? Even the strongest must remain vigilant to avoid being caught off guard and suffering a sudden setback.
The wind whistled past my ears.
When Shi Lei was still 500 meters away from the airship, he noticed that the ship was a little different.
Typically, airborne warships like these require some form of energy to maintain their levitation. The greater the weight of the warship, the higher its energy consumption.
It could be Nuclear Energy in a technological world, magic in Western Fantasy World, or Spirit Stone in Cultivation World.
But the power source of this airship is actually tens of thousands of... souls?
Clumps of Green Substance, resembling spirits, hovered and swirled near the power compartment. If you paid close attention, you could even hear them talking to themselves—it was truly absurd.
"Slaughter... massacre... why did these guys drive us from our own homes?"
"We must retaliate, retaliate fiercely!"
"Cowardice will not be tolerated! Those despicable Sarkaz have shirked their responsibilities! I will kill all these traitors, kill them all!"
"Aaaaaah, I'm going to kill the Inner Guards with my own hands!"
"Where is the Demon King? Why haven't we seen Demon King?"
"It hurts, it really hurts!"
"You're suffocating me, get out of my way."
"I shed my blood for the Demon King! I risked my life for the Demon King! Why kill me? Why?"
"The iron hooves of the Pegasus have crushed the walls of Kazdel to dust. The day has come when I will avenge myself!"
The whispers of tens of thousands of souls were more deafening than a construction site at night.
Shi Lei didn't want to listen after a few seconds; the information he extracted was too disorganized and incoherent.
He used his Psychic Power to scan the airship, considering from which position to infiltrate.
June 24, 8:11 pm
As soon as Vigna and the others left the Underground Parking Lot, they encountered the army led by Deep Pool Leader Ablana.
Apart from the Talulah, the rest of them were regular Victoria troops under the Duke Wellington. He offered his unconditional support to this Deep Pool Leader.
As the streetlights flickered, Ascalon appeared before Amiya, dagger in hand.
"Step back! Kal'tsit sent me to protect you. This woman is extremely powerful; we must avoid battle!"
If Broca were here, he might have a fighting chance. Anyone else encountering him should run for their lives.
Ascalon didn't recognize Mudrock, nor had she ever seen her fight. Based solely on her youthful appearance, she subjectively judged that this Sarkaz was not as strong as Ablana.
That's Dolak, the King of Victoria!
Ablana spotted them at the same time and cast a scrutinizing glance in their direction:
"This logo... is it Rhodes Island? Heh, I seem to have been hearing that name a lot lately."
The uprising in Little Hill County was caused by a leak from Rhodes Island Operator. Their previously perfect public image has begun to be questioned by some.
"Your His Highness."
An officer approached, saluted, and reported the latest battle situation to Ablana:
"The Sarkaz airships did not land, and our high-speed warship squadron is ready to intercept them. In addition, other Duke's forces are gathering nearby."
"Oh?"
"The Duke Windermere's fleet has reached the outskirts of the Norbert District. The Duke Kester's warships are also lingering nearby, appearing ready to strike. Your His Highness, should we spare some men to intercept them?"
"No need, proceed as planned. I'll go and greet these people."
Seeing the Deep Pool Leader approaching, the man in the Grey Hat was terrified and fled quickly, clutching the Breath of the Kings.
Without waiting for Ablana's orders, a highly mobile Elite Squad volunteered to take on the pursuit mission.
"Ugh..."
Urged on by Ascalon, Amiya ran more than ten meters westward, when she suddenly stumbled and nearly fell.
In an instant, she felt dizzy. It was as if a Steel Nails was hanging above her head and then falling heavily down.
Many strange sounds flooded my mind, like many people whispering in my ear. But if I listened carefully, I found that they were completely unrelated.
Seeing that something was wrong with her, Dephine asked with concern:
"What's wrong? Are you feeling alright?"
Amiya looked up at the night sky, the Demon King Power within her surging and churning. It wasn't the excitement born of facing danger, but an indescribable joy.
This wonderful feeling is like a traveler returning home seeing their mother, eager to get closer.
But wasn't the woman who granted her the Demon King Power dead several years ago?
No, I have to go up and check it out.
"Ascalon..."
Ascalon was watching Ablana warily as she approached, and did not turn around upon hearing this:
"I am here."
"Cover me up to the hotel rooftop. Ignore the rest; leave them to Miss Mudrock."
Ascalon was taken aback by these words, a very strange expression appearing on her face. She worried that Amiya's wrong decision might have caused the deaths of everyone stranded at the scene.
"Is this... really alright? Ablana has Dolak's blood flowing through her veins. The flames she unleashes are unlike any other; they're extremely troublesome. Even if Logos, Misery, and I team up, we might not be able to gain any advantage over her."
Amiya had been protected by Mudrock in Trimon for a period of time and had a clear understanding of her strength.
Moreover, Doctor Zhongli was away on business and should be in the vicinity. If Mudrock were to fall into a disadvantageous position, he would certainly not stand idly by.
The immediate priority is to find a way to board the airship and confirm whether Theresia is still alive.
"Don't worry, Ascalon. She's Zhongli's woman, she can't lose. Quick, let's go."
Hearing these words, Mudrock felt a little smug. Even without its master, it could handle things on its own.
With Ascalon by her side, Amiya doesn't need to worry about her safety; she only needs to protect the others.
Oh, and there's also a truckload of supplies.
Seeing Amiya retreat, the carefree Ablana made no attempt to pursue her.
Her gaze swept over Dephine, disdainful of using him to blackmail Duke Windermere.
Ablana's attention shifted from the leader of Rhodes Island to a member of the Self-Rescue Army.
"Are you Sarkaz Shapeshifter?"
Hearing what the Deep Pool Leader said, Alda and Clovicia were very confused. Before they could confirm it, the appearances of the Self-Rescue Army members suddenly changed.
He frowned, making a sour face, looking quite helpless.
"Dolak, you're such a spoilsport. I was hiding it so well, but you had to drag me out."
Ablana grinned and got straight to the point:
"So what? It'll be exposed sooner or later anyway. I've heard you know a lot of things, why don't you tell me?"
What's the point of chatting with you? We might as well just fight.
Shapeshifter are clusters that can share memories and possess countless clones. They are never afraid of death, nor do they fear it. For death is merely the beginning of life.
"Alright, as you wish."
Ablana waved her hand, instantly releasing a ball of Purple Flame that ignited the Shapeshifter's clothes.
The latter tried to break free, but found the flame strangely eerie. Not only could it not be extinguished, but it also continued to burn the skin and even the invulnerable soul.
Even so, the Shapeshifter were not afraid:
Even if you burn me to death, what difference will it make?
Finding that the Purple Flame couldn't be extinguished, he simply stood there and resigned himself to death.
"Dolak, your lust for power is utterly undisguised. Such a vulgar desire makes me have no interest in answering your question."
"It doesn't matter."
Ablana can precisely control the power of the Purple Flame, and can kill Shapeshifter whenever she wants:
"I believe that one day, you will kneel and submit in my flames."
"Dolak, this isn't confidence, it's narcissism. Do you know that a hundred years ago, we saw your ancestors in southern Victoria?"
He was about your age, and once full of youthful vigor and arrogance. But in the end, he succumbed to the emperor's authority and became Victoria's servant.
Ablana's expression grew increasingly cold; she was furious about the Shapeshifter's humiliation of their ancestors.
"You are not qualified to judge my ancestors, for you are not much more noble than them. You boast of your longevity and flaunt your vast knowledge, but none of these things have made you stronger. What then is the meaning of all your accumulation over the years?"
She knew that the Shapeshifter had many clones, and the death of a few wouldn't affect the overall situation. Therefore, after saying this, she increased the power of the Purple Flame, burning the opponent's soul.
Seeing the Shapeshifter perish in the flames, Ablana's pent-up resentment remained unabated.
These guys are so annoying!
She didn't bother to greet Vigna, the Heir to the Throne of Aslan, and simply flicked her wrist, unleashing Purple Flame.
If you can't even withstand this, you might as well die here; why bother Throne Competition?
Having witnessed the power of the Purple Flame, Mudrock refrained from close combat for safety reasons.
She slapped the ground with one hand, and two White Stone Golem rose up from the ground with a rumbling sound.
These Rock Constructs are soulless, driven entirely by Originium Arts. No matter how fierce the Purple Flame are, they cannot break through the defenses constructed by the Stone Statues' bodies in a short time.
"Interesting."
Seeing that the white-haired Sarkaz possessed such abilities, Ablana began to take things seriously:
"Can you withstand this move, the Twenty Years of Cultivation?"
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