Dubai Mage Tower On the top floor, outside the floor-to-ceiling window is the boundless yellow sand. The wind-blown sand grains pass across the sky, outlining a vast and majestic outline.
Chen Lang was leaning on the seat in front of the window, tapping the glass with his fingertips, and his distant gaze fell on the city below that was protected by magic. I don't know when he started to develop the hobby of sitting on a high place and watching.
It's not to show off your power, it's more like sorting out the past and settling your mind in this silence.
The sound of footsteps came softly. Apas was holding a cup of hot tea. He placed the cup on the desk with his slender hands. A faint heat filled the walls of the cup, dispelling some of the coldness in the room.
She swung her skirt, moved closer to Chen Lang, followed his gaze out the window, blinked her big bright eyes, and said with a bit of lazy doubt in her tone, "There is nothing but yellow sand outside. Don't you feel bored just staring at it all day long?"
Chen Lang withdrew his gaze, picked up the tea cup, felt the warm touch on his fingertips, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and said in a casual tone, "I have nothing to do, and my cultivation has not improved much. Instead of rushing for quick success, it is better to relax my mind, and I can still steal half a day of leisure."
During this period of time, many types of magic have reached their bottlenecks, and the study of forbidden arts needs to be done step by step. There is no need to rush, so it is better to take advantage of this period of calm and take a good rest.
Apas tilted his head, looked at his calm profile, and asked, "You don't seem worried at all?"
In her opinion, Holy City is such a huge creature with terrifyingly deep foundations. Any human mage would probably have trouble sleeping and eating, but Chen Lang has always been so calm and calm, as if the threat of Holy City has never existed.
Chen Lang raised his eyes, glanced at her, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What are you worried about, Holy City?"
Apas nodded heavily, and his tone was a little more solemn. "Yes, Holy City is the top force of your human race. It has been inherited for thousands of years. No one can tell how many unknown trump cards, how many High-level angels and taboo powers are hidden."
"Faced with such a behemoth that can easily crush most of the magic forces, you don't seem to care much from the beginning to the end."
Although she belongs to the Medusa royal family, she is also aware of the intimidating power of Holy City. Back then, the Queen Mother was able to secure her position as an African giant, but she never fought desperately with humans because she was afraid of this top force in the human world.
"There's nothing to worry about. What's supposed to come will come." Chen Lang shook his head slightly, and his smile faded a bit casually. He took a sip of tea, and the warm tea soup slid down his throat, but he couldn't suppress the deep obsession in his heart. "In the past, I might have had some scruples, fearing that I was not strong enough to protect the people around me, and that Chen's blood feud would not be repaid. But now, I have nothing to fear."
From the moment he was reborn into this world and embarked on the path of magic, he was destined to stand on the opposite side of Holy City. This opposition was never something he could choose.
His understanding of the world is far deeper than others.
Holy City's holiness is just a disguise, and the corruption and greed inside have already penetrated every inch of it.
Everything he experienced personally, from learning that Chen was massacred by Holy City, to his step-by-step breakthrough and killing the angel Holy City, every step was filled with old and new grudges against Holy City.
The family's blood feud and the innocent souls who were labeled "heretics" by Holy City were always reminding him that there was never the possibility of reconciliation with Holy City.
"What's more, I never fight alone." Chen Lang looked out the window again, and his tone was calmer.
Apas was stunned when he heard this. Looking at the relief in Chen Lang's eyes, he suddenly felt that this human being in front of him might really be able to shake Holy City's thousand-year-old barrier.
Of course, if this possibility were to happen to others, it would be almost negligible.
But Chen Lang... is different.
He is so special that even Apas cannot deny his excellence.
She curled her lips and said in a somewhat arrogant tone, "You have a good sense."
Chen Lang felt a little funny when he heard this. I didn't expect this girl to participate in the war at all, right?
Medusa is indeed very powerful, but Apas only belongs to the kind that has not yet grown up.
Under such circumstances, there is no way she could participate in this war...
However, it is naturally impossible for Chen Lang to say such disappointing words.
Chen Lang and Apas were talking when there was a sudden knock on the door. Without waiting for a response, Zu Hengyao walked in quickly. His brows could not hide his eagerness, but he also hid a bit of uncontrollable excitement. Even his steps were a little lighter than usual.
Chen Lang raised his eyes and saw his appearance. He was a little curious. He put down the tea cup in his hand and asked in a calm tone, "What is it that makes you so anxious?"
Zu Hengyao suppressed the excitement in his heart, put a smile on his face, and said quickly, "Chief, African Magic Association, Mr. Tucker wants to meet with you in private."
He really couldn't hide his excitement. Now the conflict between Chen Lang and Holy City has become intense. Holy City's intimidation power is there, but African Magic Association took the initiative to propose a meeting. There may not be any other thoughts behind this.
Could it be that they have long been grudged against Holy City's high-pressure rule and want to get closer secretly, or even join forces to fight against Holy City?
If African Magic Association can be won over, the two continents will join forces to have greater confidence in fighting Holy City. This is undoubtedly a great thing for them.
"Tucker?" Chen Lang tapped his fingertips on the table and raised his eyebrows slightly. The name sounded familiar, but he couldn't recall the full picture at the moment. He asked uncertainly, "Is it the chief of the St. Paul's Holy Church Magic Association?"
"Yes, that's him!" Zu Hengyao nodded repeatedly, with even more excitement in his tone, "Except for such a top continent-level boss, I won't be so anxious. If we can reach a consensus with him, our situation can be greatly improved."
In his opinion, Tucker's initiative to invite him was a signal of goodwill, and he could not tolerate not paying attention to it.
Chen Lang's face remained calm, without any disturbance, and he asked calmly, "Did he say anything about asking me for something?"
Zu Hengyao said quickly, "The other party didn't say it clearly, but I guess they must be dissatisfied with Holy City's domineering attitude and want to join forces with us to face the pressure of Holy City!"
The more he spoke, the more confident he became, and a trace of longing flashed in his eyes, "Chief, this is definitely a good thing! If we can get the full support of the African Magic Association, we will have a greater chance of winning against Holy City, and we no longer have to bear the power of Holy City alone."
After hearing this, Chen Lang suddenly sneered, his tone full of ridicule and calmness. "But have you ever thought that he may not want to join forces, but maybe he just wants to bet on both sides and reap the benefits, and has no intention of ending up personally?"
He paused, his eyes became a little darker, and then added, "The other party specifically proposed to meet in private, and their intention was not simple. They did not want to offend Holy City, but they also wanted to use us to check and balance Holy City. If we win, they can take advantage of the opportunity to get a share of the pie; if we lose, they can get out immediately without any harm."