Diao Ling

Since arriving in the barren, backward, and filthy Outpost County, Xiulunte's journey had been repeatedly delayed. His legions had been encamped for three days, yet they had still not set foot on the Savage Ancient Plains to bring back the heads of the tribal chieftains as an offering to the Great Pope.

In his career, this was the first time Xiulunte had suffered such a significant setback in Outpost County. After waking up, not only had his lodgings collapsed, but all his accompanying warrior retainers had been annihilated. What was most infuriating was that the perpetrator hadn't been slain immediately. Instead, through honeyed words, they had become a devout follower of the Overgod.

How could the fearsome Xiulunte swallow such an insult?

Eager to regain his honor, Xiulunte had already learned of the Wolf Cavalry's advance into the Great Wilderness. He used the pretext of joint training to transfer the First Legion of Locke, which was guarding the border.

His scheme had almost succeeded. He had originally planned for the Behemoth Wolf Cavalry to capture Dina, and then he would intercept them midway and rescue her.

If the Wolf Cavalry helped him eliminate Allen, that would be one thing. If they failed, he would personally take action amidst the chaos.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. So many Wolf Cavalry couldn't even capture the small Outpost County, and even the powerful Behemoth race, the Bearmen, died on the spot.

However, a twist of fate occurred. Xiulunte, who thought he would never catch Allen's trail again, learned from two devout cultists that a domain power had appeared at the north gate of Outpost County.

Domain power was a strength that only Saint-level Mages could possess.

Within a domain, the caster was a god, capable of anything, life and death at their whim.

The two cultists had already ruled out the possibility of the continent's two greatest Saint-level Mages being present. They finally reached a staggering conclusion: after a thousand years, Saint Cassis had once again witnessed a divine miracle.

Finally, Xiulunte summoned Wood and cross-referenced the situation with the two cultists, who confirmed that a divine miracle had indeed descended.

It was impossible for a human, without using Battle Qi, to fight a Behemoth strongman Bearman with bare hands, especially since many people present had witnessed the phenomenon.

The final conclusion was regrettable for everyone. The divine miracle was not a manifestation of the Overgod, nor of the False Gods of the Saint Cassis Continent. Only gods from other worlds used powers similar to domains.

The two cultists, who were well-versed in theology, told Xiulunte that divine miracles descending upon the Saint Cassis Continent were commonplace in the high-magic era ten thousand years ago. Back then, magic elements permeated the world, and anyone could practice magic.

However, even when gods descended, they were not omnipotent or in control of everything. They might level a town with a wave of their hand, or engulf it in raging flames, but they couldn't make a town suddenly vanish into the wind, nor could they alter the memories of the town's residents or erase the town's existence.

It was like a human observing an anthill. To the ants, that human was a god.

When the human casually poured a basin of cold water, it was a hurricane and a tidal wave to the ants.

When the human casually lit a flame, it was a raging inferno to the ants.

But it was absolutely impossible for that human to enter the anthill. Because no matter which plane it was, one had to abide by the inherent rules of all things in the world, even gods couldn't break them.

Even if a god entered an anthill, there was only one way: to become an ant themselves. At best, they would be larger than their peers.

This giant ant might be able to breathe fire, or spray water, or even beat up large rats, but it wouldn't change the fact that it was still an ant in form. In its ant form, it couldn't do things that only humans could do.

Allen's situation at the time was very similar to the descriptions of alien god descensions in ancient texts. The temporal stasis caused by the domain power left everyone present in a daze. Wood, in particular, who cultivated Holy Light magic, felt the abnormal fluctuations of magic elements in the world, fluctuations that filled him with dread.

Ultimately, Xiulunte and the cultists reached a consensus: Allen, the lord of Outpost County, was a "Child of Chaos" upon whom an alien god had bestowed a divine miracle.

This was also the reason why Xiulunte had unilaterally led his troops to besiege the old castle, vowing to kill Allen.

Xiulunte relished the feeling of holding the power of life and death, especially the scene where his right hand waved gently, causing countless lives to dissipate into the wind, rivers of blood and piles of corpses, a sight that deeply intoxicated him.

Unfortunately, the damned Outpost County always presented him with all sorts of exasperating accidents.

Xiulunte waved his hand slightly. The arrows from the crossbowmen did not hit the old castle. A roaring horse cry drew everyone's attention.

A bald, burly man, rushing in recklessly, ran into the infantry formation of the Earth Dragon Legion and was immediately surrounded by soldiers.

Sitting astride a giant horse that stood on its hind legs, Rock Hammer looked extremely flustered.

Allen exclaimed speechlessly, "The blacksmith shop owner?"

Sakre looked confused, "Master Craftsman Rock Hammer?"

Big Babylon rubbed his bald head, "What a round, bald head!"

Dina: "Blacksmith Uncle!"

Old Butler Leisi: "What kind of idiot wandered in here."

Sakre's four lackeys: "We're doomed!"

Herald Asuo, holding his sword, roughly pulled Rock Hammer off his horse and roared, "Who are you?"

When Rock Hammer dismounted, Asuo was so startled that he took two steps back. It turned out that after dismounting, Rock Hammer stood head and shoulders above the ordinary soldiers, nearly two heads taller, almost as tall as a barbarian.

Rock Hammer's bald head was covered in sweat. He pointed at the old castle and said timidly, "I've come to deliver something to the Lord!"

"What thing?" Asuo, putting on a brave front, took a red paper package from Rock Hammer's hand.

Rock Hammer smiled foolishly and said, "It's oil refined from Shalu Beasts, for maintaining weapons."

"What kind of idiot are you? Get lost." Asuo kicked Rock Hammer's thigh, but the latter didn't budge. Asuo sat down on the ground.

A few soldiers, eager to curry favor, then pushed and kicked Rock Hammer aside.

The honest Rock Hammer gave Allen inside the old castle a helpless look.

Asuo whispered a few words to Xiulunte, who was in a good mood and didn't dwell on it. He looked back at Allen, a cruel smile forming on his lips, and raised his right arm to give the order to attack.

However, the crossbowmen still didn't react. A woman in a black robe and veil ran out from behind the many legion soldiers. With a few leaps, she crossed the infantry and crossbow units, as if no one were there, and arrived in front of the old castle. She turned her head, revealing a soul-stirring smile, and with another light leap, flew over the castle gate.

Sakre moved like lightning, his sword thrusting directly at the veiled woman's brow.

The veiled woman smiled disdainfully, her figure weaving around Sakre like a phantom. She knelt before Allen and then lifted her veil.

A face full of charm appeared before everyone's eyes. The fine lines at the corners of her eyes added a touch of mature feminine allure, and her large peach blossom eyes were captivating. Her skin, so tender it seemed to drip water, was breathtaking.

Allen's eyes continuously scanned her upper body, and based on his years of experience, he concluded she was at least a 34C.

"Kingdom Guard, ordered by the Grand Duke to protect you from the shadows. Diao Ling pays her respects," the beautiful woman in the black robe said, then winked at Allen.

Allen: "Hello, beautiful!"

Dina: "Vixen!"

Sakre: "What ghostly footwork."

The Four Lackeys: "We're dead!"

Old Laixi: "The Forbidden Fruit Tavern's proprietress?"

The Four Lackeys suddenly realized: "Oh..."

Dina looked at the Old Butler with great disdain: "Uncle Laixi, you're that old, and you still go to a place like that?"

Old Laixi chuckled awkwardly, "I heard about it from others."

Diao Ling paid no mind, coquettishly saying, "That's just my hobby!"

Allen finally understood and rolled his eyes speechlessly, "So she's a madam who brings girls around. Doesn't Old Yue care? Outpost County doesn't even have an anti-vice task force."

Diao Ling charmingly blinked her alluring eyes. She didn't understand what Allen was saying at all, but she didn't care. The Second Young Master had always been eccentric since he was little. Perhaps his father, the Grand Duke, had hit his head when he was young, damaging his brain.

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