As the Mind Coffin was activated, the mechanical arm behind everyone began to twitch uncontrollably, appearing weak and listless.
The high-speed machinery above gradually slowed down, and the furnaces and forging lines below emitted a creaking sound.
In fact, the Great Labyrinth City has more than just Hall as its energy source; it has many other channels for obtaining Psionic Energy and other forms of energy.
However, it is undeniable that Hall's influence played a significant role in this.
If Hall stops working, the Great Labyrinth City will need a period of adjustment, and after that adjustment period, there won't be much change.
However, the problem the Great Labyrinth City had previously encountered was that Hall was like an extremely old battery, sometimes having power and sometimes not, which was very frustrating.
"You really came!"
The vampire grand duke, now able to see again, looked at everyone and naturally tried to activate his possession ability.
Unfortunately, due to the dual constraints of the coffin and Archmage Balund, that gaze was ultimately unable to penetrate the barrier and possess the body.
Nevertheless, Hall still revealed a somewhat arrogant smile:
"The feeling of intermittent Psionic Energy must be unpleasant, right?"
"I think you're looking for electricity."
Gray's face darkened, and he was about to step forward to pull the red-painted lever.
Clearly, he learned some very advanced physical management techniques from the Theocracy.
"Wait a minute."
Hall's expression changed as he was imprisoned:
I haven't finished speaking yet.
Balund and Gray exchanged a glance, taking over the conversation from each other:
" Hall, I suggest you speak quickly. If you speak in a halting Psionic Energy manner, then the electrical current flowing through your body will also be intermittent."
Please don't do this.
Hall responded seriously:
Let me finish speaking first.
" Rosalind the Gluttonous Lady's vampire army will arrive in the Fractured Mountains region in the central part of the Demon Realm in a week. Your exploration team from the Graycast Corridor should have been there. If you want to eliminate one of the Demon Realm Realm's ' Three Calamities ' once and for all, then I suggest you make a decision as soon as possible."
"After all, such a good opportunity may not come twice, and I won't be so kind every time."
"If you doubt the truthfulness of my words, you are free to use every method you can find to verify them."
"I've finished speaking. Close the coffin; I need to get back to work."
Hall looked around and found that every gaze was filled with surprise.
Seeing this, Hall also showed the same surprised expression:
"What's so strange about that? Haven't you ever seen vampires backstabbing each other?"
"Oh, you are too young. If you had lived for hundreds of years, you wouldn't find this strange."
"Quickly close the coffin. I need to continue providing Psionic Energy. Don't worry, it's stable, unless I decide to abandon this body with a large amount of True Blood."
After recounting all the information in one go, Hall closed his eyes and began to wait, remaining indifferent to whatever Gray said.
Gray was a little confused, while Balund and Aiboke, who were actually over a hundred years old, were being mocked for being too young for the first time, and for a moment they didn't know what to say.
Seeing this, no one could do anything, and in the end, they closed the coffin.
Soon, both the smelting and casting production line below and the mechanical arm belonging to the Great Labyrinth City Machine Spirit next to it were restored to their optimal condition.
On his way back, Gray looked back at the two Grand Foundry Master:
"Seniors, uh, teachers, how should we handle this issue?"
Balund lowered his head and pondered, then said:
Even if what he said is true, sending troops to the Demon Realm is by no means a trivial matter.
" Great Labyrinth City Machine Spirit, immediately summon all Grand Artisan and generals within the Great Labyrinth City; we need to hold a meeting."
The robotic arm next to it nodded, indicating that it was already doing it.
Balund then looked at Gray in front of him:
" Gray, contact the Theocracy and see if they've received any news over there."
The Holy Tree Worship Church Theocracy, Northern Capital ( Valhalla ).
In a High-Quality Charcoal Processing Plant, vines and roots growing in the cracks of the stone walls suddenly began to wriggle and rapidly divide and multiply, growing into cylinders in just a few breaths.
One person broke through the outer wall of the "cocoon" and emerged from it; it was indeed Ed, who looked puzzled.
He looked at the Hall clone in front of him, who was confined to a special wheelchair and could only work but not move, and asked:
"It's the middle of the night, and you've been calling me repeatedly for four hours. What's the reason?"
"I have something very important to tell you."
This is the fourth time Hall has repeated a similar opening line today, but he doesn't seem to get tired of it at all.
A few steps ahead of Ed, the moss, roots, and vines in the cracks of the rocks began to stir again, and soon grew into a chair in his path.
The boy sat down and looked at the Hall earnestly, saying:
"Go ahead and speak, I'm listening."
Those few words, however brief, made Hall feel an immense sense of oppression.
He didn't know why, but he found that he no longer had the mood or the courage to say the "witty remarks" he had just thought of.
He composed himself and finally said cautiously:
"A battle is about to break out. Are you interested in participating?"
"Who and who? Tell me."
"A grand duke, and a skeletal senator."
"Um?"
Ed was surprised that Hall would talk to him about something like this, and instinctively let out a sound of surprise.
From the public's perspective, Hall was divided into three parts, with each of the Graycast Corridor, the Eternal Domain, and the Theocracy Self-Sustenance one share.
But by saying this now, Hall is essentially admitting that he has another escaped clone.
Ed sensed the player's body that he had marked, which was possessed by the Hall, and found that it was indeed deep in the Demon Realm.
It seems the other side is now going to reveal half of their hand.
"Tell me more?"
"The ' Gluttonous Lady ' Rosalind and the Skeleton Councilor [ Nether Crossing ] are about to engage in a great battle in the Fractured Mountains at the heart of the Demon Realm."
Ed raised an eyebrow:
"Are you telling me all this in hopes that I'll get involved?"
"This is your freedom."
"Interesting."
Ed smiled and asked in return:
"What do you want in exchange for this information?"
"Free."
Hall spoke almost without thinking.
"That's impossible."
Ed shook his head:
"Then you need to provide more useful things."
But that's all I know.
Hall was also somewhat helpless:
"Then see what you can exchange it for, and just give me whatever you think is appropriate."
"Freedom cannot be exchanged."
Ed repeated it, but then suddenly changed the subject:
"But in exchange, I can gain my freedom."