The Shrine in Laiyata City
In the Thur temple in Leiata, the statue of the god Thur, standing with his axe raised and head held high, has been broken into three pieces.
Where the statue once stood, a strange humanoid creature, three meters tall and covered in thick black armor, also stood holding an axe.
Its body remained motionless, as if it were deep in thought.
Song Fengying stood in the center of the shrine's sacrificial hall, her eyes darting around, occasionally glancing at the communicator, camera, and video recorder lying at her feet.
Her foot twitched slightly, inadvertently stepping over the display screen.
The camera on the visual device took a picture of the strange humanoid creature in the shrine. After she curled her toe, the photo was then compressed. Once the compressed image was extracted, Song Fengying quickly sent it to the communication number of 'Honorable Paladin Thur Andre'.
"This is an immense, inexhaustible source of faith power, but it's such a pity that I won't draw upon the power of my followers to strengthen myself!"
Just as Song Fengying finished sending the message, she heard a hoarse, strange sound, which made her quickly pull her feet back and stand up straight.
At the shrine statue, a strange humanoid creature threw the axe it was holding to the ground, and raised its two seven-clawed arms to the sky.
His arms were jet black and slender, bending almost into a perfectly regular circle when he raised them.
wisps of red light appeared between his arms.
As soon as his two jewel-like eyes swept across the outside of the shrine, dozens of enormous moths swarmed toward the circle his hands formed, as if drawn to a lamp.
As if they had entered some unknown place, these moths entered through the arm but strangely did not emerge from the other side.
Song Fengying stared wide-eyed as the other person made another move, feeling that the other person's technique was too fast. Before she could react, the other person had already hidden the moths somewhere.
"My messenger was incinerated by this power of faith and pierced through the void; another coordinate may be forming!"
"My Lord has been defeated, and resurrection is extremely difficult. Only by implanting my Lord into the bodies of these newly arrived beings can revival be possible!"
"If they could bring some resources suitable for my Lord, that would be wonderful!"
Like a patient talking to himself, the strange humanoid creature muttered the Scarlet Alliance State.
He slowly lowered his bent arm, and when he looked around again, his gaze was already fixed on Song Fengying.
"How much time has passed?" it asked.
"Forty-four minutes and thirteen seconds!"
Song Fengying quickly replied.
Her response was concise and precise, which made the strange humanoid creature nod repeatedly.
"Ms. Observer Turnana, thank you for your selfless help. Please convey my deepest greetings once again to the Descendants behind you!"
"You're too kind, Warrior Presenel. Please persevere and complete the great task of resurrecting 'My Lord'!"
"My Lord is immortal and will surely rise again!"
Song Fengying and the strange humanoid creature communicated very well.
For a top anchor who performs in front of tens or even hundreds of thousands of viewers, Song Fengying has exceptional communication skills.
In this respect, Zhang Xuezhou also inherited something from her.
Even when facing powerful strangers and unknown figures, Song Fengying and the others did not panic, but were able to respond calmly and confidently.
But Song Fengying couldn't help but feel a bit lucky.
This strange creature, who calls herself the Presennel Warrior, has no shortage of communicators, and her survival is most likely related to the sinkhole.
In the mouths of the Presennel warriors, she was referred to as an Arrival and considered one of their kind.
All Song Fengying could think of was the No. Sinkhole No. 2, and the hallucination she had been experiencing in recent years, which she had rarely entered.
The world seemed unfamiliar to her; Song Fengying had never imagined that such danger could lurk in a peaceful environment.
She watched helplessly as the people of Leiata City foamed at the mouth and produced silk threads, eventually transforming into long, hairy worms, which, over time, began to grow into giant moths.
Countless people were transformed into worms and moths, and countless others were devoured by these two creatures and turned into skeletons.
The city of Leiata was deathly silent, with very few survivors.
"There are fifteen minutes left in your estimate. Do you need to make any preparations?" Song Fengying asked.
"I've examined the memories of a Sixth Sequence individual named Thurlandu; he's one of the strongest on this island nation," Warrior Presenel shook his head and said, "As long as we can wear down their cannons, they pose no threat to me!"
"That's fantastic!" Song Fengying clapped her hands and exclaimed, "I knew there were no weaklings among us Descendants!"
"That's the truth," Warrior Presenel nodded. "If my Lord Devil Lord were still alive, these natives would be nothing but a bunch of chickens and dogs!"
"The Devil Lord Lord's Devil Cultivation Method are profound!" Song Fengying exclaimed. "We eagerly await the day the Devil Lord returns to the world!"
"We hope that the Lord who descends behind you will show some mercy," said the warrior Presenel. "Our lord's body has perished, making him unable to contend for the world and posing no threat to him. We only ask to return to the high heavens!"
"Don't worry, we've got this covered," Song Fengying said casually. "My master is kind and generous, and loves making friends. He'll definitely become friends with your master in the future!"
"My Lord also enjoys making friends!"
The warrior Presenel thought about his Devil Lord lord, who was prone to fighting at the slightest provocation, and had no choice but to nod in agreement.
In short, when circumstances dictate otherwise, his Devil Lord could easily call someone "Grandpa," let alone be their friend.
As for what comes next, even the Presennel warriors can hardly guess what their master will do.
At least for now, he treats these colleagues very politely.
Once everything has settled down, the Presenel warriors will go in search of their master's demon seal.
Thinking of the large cave flooded by seawater, Warrior Presenel couldn't help but feel a headache coming on, realizing that digging out his master's remains would be quite difficult.
He leaped from the altar of the god Tur, passing directly through the window at the top of the shrine, where the warrior Presenel sat gazing up at the sky.
His ruby-like eyes gazed at the distant Red Vatican Square.
There lay his shed shell, and tens of thousands of moths he had controlled.
Many of these moths were killed, but many human Sequence Holder were also left behind.
The main feature of the little things controlled by Presennel Warriors is that you don't feel bad using them.
He was even willing to use these little creatures and his shed body to attract artillery fire, as long as he could eliminate the most powerful force of these mortals, what remained would be food for his breeding farm.
"Presenel warrior, may I observe your battle with those Turs from afar?"
The voice came from the shrine, and the warrior Presenel nodded.
"Can!"
Only after Presennel agreed did Song Fengying quickly pick up the pile of instruments on the ground.
Looking at the layer of gray dust outside the shrine, she had no choice but to tighten her stockings and gloves, and then bravely leap out.
The shrine was spotless, but the area outside was covered in poisonous powder, which could easily get on one's body if one was not careful.
Song Fengying had no choice but to proceed with extreme caution. Her body moved nimbly, and she could easily leap onto various low-rise buildings with a simple hook.
Presenel's estimate was accurate, but he overestimated the accuracy of the Thousand Islands Alliance's rocket artillery fire, which was unlikely to all target the Red Van Plaza area simultaneously.
Perhaps some rockets went astray and ended up hitting the shrine where they were located.
Urged and warned repeatedly by Zhang Xuezhou, Song Fengying felt that even if she were covered in poison, she should stay away when the artillery fire started.