On the Eve of the Storm

The rain gradually intensified.

[Environmental Perception: The surrounding Contamination concentration is rising exponentially! Immediate shelter is recommended!]

Gray text kept appearing, but Lu Yuan frowned and chose to ignore it.

After all, there's no other choice now. As long as we stay rational, everything is fine.

Lu Yuan followed behind Old Morgan, crossing the streets of the Outer City.

Allen walked at the front, his golden longsword flashing out from time to time, severing Flesh branches that blocked his path.

The fallen branches were still wriggling, oozing a viscous liquid from their broken ends, as if they were consciously moving closer to the nearest Night Watcher.

But it was kicked away, rolled several times on the ground, and then burrowed underground.

As the group left the inner city, screams echoed from afar behind them, gradually fading away.

The Flesh Tree in sight had become scattered, clearly indicating that the Outer City was now much safer.

Why withdraw?

Old Morgan asked questions as he walked, his tone heavy.

"With your strength, dealing with these things shouldn't be difficult."

Allen didn't stop walking; the voice came from ahead.

"Fecundity believers will only appear in two places."

Old Morgan paused slightly in his steps.

"First, the Life Kingdom."

Allen's voice was calm, as if he were stating a fact.

"Beyond the eastern border of the empire, ten thousand miles further on, lies a strangely constructed city."

"The people there will not die."

Lu Yuan frowned slightly upon hearing this.

"Immortality, immortality," Allen continued. "The body will constantly grow and heal... it will recover from any injury."

"That's Fecundity land."

Old Morgan remained silent for a moment, without saying a word.

Lu Yuan could sense that Old Morgan's breathing had become heavier.

"And the second place?" Old Morgan asked.

"Sacrifice."

Allen's voice suddenly turned cold.

"Fecundity believers are an absolute delicacy to the supernatural."

"Flesh that keep growing and healing..."

He paused.

"The food that beings crave most."

Lu Yuan's pupils contracted slightly.

At this moment, Lu Yuan finally understood what those doctors had done: the Deep Sea Church used doctors to sow their seeds, turning ordinary people into Fecundity believers.

Ultimately, it became the final link in the ritual; Grim Port, from beginning to end, was just a vast pasture.

The animals kept inside are not cattle or sheep, but Mutation humans.

"Wait a minute," Old Morgan suddenly spoke, a hint of confusion in his voice, "Fecundity... why can you just say that name directly?"

Allen cut off an approaching branch without looking back.

"Fecundity is not something you can summon."

"Only under the current circumstances can we bring up this name."

His voice lowered.

"Moreover, the intention must be directly directed at that being, without the slightest deviation."

"Otherwise..."

Allen paused.

"We will all become His followers, so if we are able to leave this world alive, please never mention this name!"

"Moreover, Fecundity is extremely beneficial to believers."

Allen's voice rang out again.

"If He finds out what's happening here..."

Silence.

A long time.

"The empire cannot afford it."

Allen snapped off a thick branch, blood splattering onto his robes.

"Therefore, even if everyone is sacrificed, any situation that results in Fecundity must be reported."

"Our primary objective now is to leave alive. Secondly, we must completely eradicate the Deep Sea Church. How dare they obtain anything related to Fecundity! They pose an enormous threat!"

Hearing this, Lu Yuan looked at Allen's retreating figure and understood.

But will my group of people even make it out alive? Would things be better if I left here sooner?

Lu Yuan took a deep breath, casting aside these unrealistic "what ifs" in his mind... Now he could only place his hopes on Allen and his own cheat ability.

Hopefully, this will have an effect on the so-called barrier starting point.

Just as Lu Yuan was distracted, a red "blood vessel" about half the thickness of a person suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

The blood vessel fell vertically from the sky.

Through the rain, through the Flesh and branches.

It fell in a distant direction.

Lu Yuan subconsciously looked at Old Morgan and Allen.

The two of them could definitely see the "blood vessel" in their field of vision, but neither of them reacted to it.

Lu Yuan looked around at the streets and confirmed something.

It seems that only I can see that thing?

Lu Yuan remained silent, quietly noting the direction in which the "vein" fell.

Night Watcher Base.

When the three arrived, the Flesh Tree surrounding the base had already closed to within a hundred meters.

The blood-red branches swayed in the rain, like countless arms reaching towards the sky, trying to grab everything living thing they could touch.

A battle is underway at the base entrance.

Mary stood at the front, brandishing her Enchanted Longsword, its blade shimmering with runes.

A silver halo emanated from her, enveloping the Night's Night Watcher behind her.

The light was dimmer than usual, but it still burned stubbornly in the rain.

A Night Watcher threw Alchemy Grenade.

Boom!

The explosion ripped open on the surface of the Flesh Tree, splattering Flesh and leaving a charred wound.

Efficient.

But the wound is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Another Night Watcher raised Mithril torch, attempting to ignite the approaching branches.

Flame licked at the surface of Flesh.

But then something strange happened.

The Mithril Flame... can't be lit.

The life energy contained in that Flesh was so concentrated that it overwhelmed the burning of the Mithril.

The silvery-white Flame struggled for a few moments before finally going out.

"Mithril is useless!" The Night Watcher's voice was filled with terror.

Mary gritted her teeth and continued swinging her sword.

"Retreat to base! Delay as much as possible!"

Dozens of civilians huddled trembling behind the Night Watcher; some wept, others prayed in hushed tones.

Old Morgan strode forward.

"Take all the Night Watcher and retreat."

Mary paused, turned to look at him, and asked in a low voice.

"These people..."

"Those who want to follow, keep up."

Old Morgan's voice was soft, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

Those who don't want to leave, hide in the deepest part of the base.

He paused.

"Perhaps there is still hope."

Old Morgan's expression was serious, and combined with the Flesh Tree that suddenly rose around them, Mary understood that the Night Watcher Code clearly stated that there was only one possibility for abandoning one's duty.

Mary's lips moved, but she ultimately said nothing.

Allen stood to the side without saying a word.

Lu Yuan noticed that his fingers tightened slightly.

On the hilt of the golden longsword, his knuckles were white.

"Pack your things, we're leaving in five minutes," Old Morgan said in a deep voice.

The Night Watcher began rapidly gathering weapons, ammunition, and Holy Water.

Mary was still recovering from her injuries and had been fighting again, so she was in poor condition and could only be supported by a Night Watcher.

Some of the common people wanted to follow, while others stood motionless, seemingly oblivious.

While everyone was tidying up, Lu Yuan looked at the drooping vein in the sky.

It seems to be connected to his own Clinic.