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Meanwhile, in the Western Region, after demonstrating their formidable power, the Elf Clan reached an agreement with the two level-nine empires of Madrid and Barcelona, as well as other human empires, gaining access to a vast expanse of pristine, snow-covered forests in the westernmost part of the Western Region.
The temporary peaceful coexistence between humans and other races in the Eastern and Western Regions seems to have provided some useful insights for the human empires in the Southern Regions.
Finally, in the first ten days of the third month after the outbreak of the Sicily Island War, the Bayern Munich Empire and other imperial alliances reached a temporary agreement with the Goblin Clan. The brutal and warlike goblins were given back the lands they had already occupied as their settlement. As a result, the rumbling airships and the elusive goblin knights would no longer appear in the airspace of the human empires.
As alien races descended upon the continent with lightning speed, the war between human empires virtually ceased. After a fragile peace agreement was temporarily reached with the aliens, the only place on the entire continent engulfed in war was, surprisingly Sicily Island considered by many to be the least likely to be affected by conflict—home to the Holy Mountain, the center of the Holy Church.
All of humanity is watching this devastating war.
"What do you mean by summoning the Black-Robed Holy Temple to participate?"
Inside the God King Hall in Chambord City, Sun Fei grinned as he looked at the golden edict of the Pope of the Northern Region Diocese in his hand, inwardly cursing, "Damn it, we never get any of the benefits, and we've always been ostracized and suppressed. Now that we're in trouble, they want to use us as cannon fodder? There's no such thing as a free lunch."
His King glanced at Batistuta and the others below, who were quietly awaiting his decision as a figurehead pope, and Earth Inquiry, " Gabriel, what are your opinions? Do you think it's necessary for the Temple to send experts to Sicily Island to participate in the fight against the dragon?"
If the cultivators were to enter a state of frenzied fanaticism at this moment, insisting on upholding international humanitarianism and heading to Sicily Island for rescue, Sun Fei would have a hard time stopping them. However, one thing was certain: Chambord City would definitely not intervene in this pointless war.
"Our strength is truly limited. Even if we go, it probably won't have much impact on the battle. However, if we don't go, without a suitable reason, we'll become the target of everyone's criticism. From then on, we'll probably be labeled as traitors and categorized as evil forces like the undead."
Batistuta was deeply worried about the tunnel.
In reality, he was unwilling to participate in this so-called event. He had long been at odds with the high-ranking officials of the Holy Church, and had been ostracized and suppressed for countless years. Even a clay idol has some earthy spirit, let alone a human being.
Furthermore, this lineage only saw hope for a resurgence after King of Chambord became Pope. They had developed rapidly over the past year, significantly increasing their strength, and had finally accumulated some resources. Going there would only result in cannon fodder; they didn't want to be defeated so easily.
"I see. Then we won't go. As for the reason, just say we need to focus our efforts on eliminating the undead zombies within the Anzhi Empire. That reason should be reliable." Sun Fei saw through Batistuta's true intentions at a glance and praised the old fox for offering a reason that no one could refute.
"Haha, okay, let's do it that way."
Batistuta was overjoyed, thinking to himself, "How could I have forgotten about this?"
After the Undead Frenzy erupted in the Anzhi Empire, the Holy Church remained silent, neither offering a clear stance nor dispatching a legion of divine knights to suppress it, which was puzzling and suggested they were plotting something. However, the sudden attack by the Dragon Clan race disrupted the Holy Church's course of action. Since the undead were also a major enemy of the Holy Church, this reason proved perfectly appropriate.
The two of them smiled sinisterly.
After seeing Batistuta off, Sun Fei entered the Diablo World.
His King King's most anticipated day is almost here—only defeating Baal, the final boss on Diablo World Hell Difficulty, is needed to reach level 100 on Hell Difficulty and complete the game with all seven classes. The rewards Sun Fei has been eagerly awaiting are about to be revealed.
Three hours later
Finally, the boss Baal collapsed with a furious and resentful roar, ending his historical mission.
Sun Fei, dressed in Amazonian warrior attire, laughed heartily, collecting the set of equipment that had dropped from the ground without even glancing at it, and ignoring the golden upgrade beam descending from the sky. Instead, he quietly awaited the mysterious, cold voice to announce the rewards for clearing the seven classes.
At this moment, Sun Fei couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, as if some mystery was about to be solved.
The next instant, a purple Teleport silently opened in front of Sun Fei.
Sun Fei was stunned.
It was different from what I had imagined.
Neither his memories of computer games from his past life nor the experiences of completing the final level with the six classes had ever seen such a Teleport... Could this be the reward for completing the level with all seven classes? This portal, so different in color from any other Teleport he had ever seen before, where does it lead? What kind of world does it connect to?
Standing ten meters away from the purple gate that shimmered with a cold, icy light, Sun Fei's heart began to pound uncontrollably.
Should I go in?
"What's going on? Tell me, where does it lead? Should I go in?" Sun Fei shouted in his mind, trying to get an answer from that mysterious, cold voice. Unfortunately, the voice did not appear as expected.
This was the first time Sun Fei couldn't get the answer he wanted from the mysterious, cold voice.
Sun Fei is facing an extremely important choice.
This was the first time he had felt so nervous facing a seemingly ordinary Teleport.
Where will it lead?
Where does it lead?
Will she take Sun Fei back to the world from his past life, and then tell Sun Fei that it was all just a dream?
They will still take Sun Fei into the legendary Divine Domain, allowing Sun Fei to see the so-called gods.
Or... take Sun Fei into a cruel and evil world to begin a round of monster-slaying and leveling up.
Everything stems from the fear of the unknown.
Sun Fei stood before the purple Teleport for a long time before slowly, step by step, walking forward. It took him more than ten minutes to Teleport a distance of less than twenty meters. He reached out to touch it, but felt nothing. The cold, purple light was silent, like the open mouth of a giant beast waiting to devour its prey... Sun Fei paused, but finally stepped inside.
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