Chapter 255

At this moment, the man in black robes raised his head and asked in a deep voice, "Saintess Maiden, what about the attackers this time...?"

The mysterious woman paused for a moment, then said softly:

"Go investigate the surrounding area and see if there are any other forces nearby that could threaten Atticus, then report back to me."

"But remember not to act rashly. The order is in a precarious situation right now; don't create more trouble."

"Yes!"

The crowd nodded respectfully and then dispersed.

Meanwhile, on Blue Star, in a secret base somewhere in the Petrel Nation.

Lachlan, with his short blue hair, slowly stood up from the large chair.

Before him stood a figure with disheveled hair, a hunched back, and an overall listless demeanor.

"Oh? You said your talent is the Seven Deadly Sins - Sloth?" Lachlan asked with interest.

"Ah..." The disheveled young man scratched his messy hair and responded weakly.

Lachlan's eyes flickered slightly as he pressed, "What are the specific abilities?"

The other person thought for a moment, then said weakly, "It's too troublesome, I don't want to talk about it..."

Lachlan's lips twitched. "Then what's your purpose in coming all this way to see me?"

The disheveled young man stood silently in place.

Just when Lachlan thought the other person was thinking, he was shocked to find that the guy had actually fallen asleep standing up.

His eyes immediately turned red. "You bastard, believe me or not, I'll kick you out!"

The deep voice made the disheveled young man shudder, as if he had been suddenly awakened.

He quickly apologized, "I'm so sorry, I was just too tired, so I fell asleep..."

Lachlan glanced at him, but ultimately suppressed his emotions and repeated the question.

"Why did I come to find you...?"

The disheveled young man thought for a moment and replied, "Because some guys want to kill me."

"But getting stronger is exhausting, and running for your life is exhausting too..."

"My abilities tell me that you can provide me with shelter..."

A hint of realization flashed in Lachlan's eyes, followed by a smile, "Our Daoton Family, as one of the top three families in the Petrel Nation, can indeed provide you with protection."

"Even if it's a Master Rank expert, we can handle it for you."

"But..." he changed the subject, "What can you offer me?"

"What will it bring..." The disheveled young man pondered for a moment, "I don't know... The talent system says it can provide me with all sorts of shortcuts, but these shortcuts often come at a price..."

"I still don't know the specific function of this talent..."

Lachlan's eyes showed a thoughtful expression, as if he was considering the meaning behind his words.

After a moment, he shook his head. "If you cannot bring value, then unfortunately, the Daoton Family cannot provide you with the corresponding protection. Please leave."

A look of disappointment flashed across the disheveled young man's face, and he sighed regretfully, "Alright... then I've bothered you..."

He turned around, dragging his heavy steps, his back hunched, and walked step by step toward the door.

Lachlan watched the other person's retreating figure, hesitated for a moment, and finally shook his head.

At that moment, he suddenly realized something—since this person entered, the entire hall had become unusually quiet.

Looking around quickly, Lachlan's expression changed from blank to astonished.

At this moment, figures were lying haphazardly around the hall.

They looked as if they were asleep, with peaceful smiles on their faces and steady breathing.

He was completely unaware of all of this.

"Return!"

The disheveled young man turned around and stared at him blankly.

A flicker of excitement crossed Lachlan's eyes as he asked, "Is this your ability?"

"This, I don't know..." The disheveled young man continued to scratch his head.

This time, Lachlan wasn't angry, even though the man claimed to know nothing about anything.

But he could tell that the other party's Empowerment were absolutely terrifying, even surpassing his own 'Pride'!

"Stay."

Lachlan said in a deep voice, "As for the trouble you've encountered, the Daoton Family will handle it."

The disheveled young man paused for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face, "Thank you so much, you're such a kind person..."

A slight smile appeared on Lachlan's lips. He then had someone come in and lead the young man out.

"Heh... Another holder of the Seven Deadly Sins talent found me and even volunteered to join my ranks."

"I truly am the Chosen one, the hope of my entire family, no, the entire Petrel Nation."

"Shen Xing, Dolores, they're destined to be trampled under my feet."

Lachlan clenched his fist, and confidence returned to his eyes.

After the other party left, the people who had fallen asleep in the hall woke up one after another, looking around blankly.

"What happened... how did I fall asleep?"

The woman with wheat-colored skin walked up to him, looking puzzled.

Lachlan didn't speak, but continued, "Sara, contact the Razor Association and set a large bounty for the next round."

"Let them take action in real life, using every means possible to eliminate Shen Xing."

The woman named Sara's expression hardened slightly. "You still haven't given up on getting to him?"

"Give up?" Lachlan scoffed. "That guy made me lose the top spot on the leaderboard, and not long ago, other forces found a reason to pressure the Daoton Family internationally, forcing them to pay a huge sum in compensation."

"No one has ever humiliated me like this!"

He paused, a cold smile playing on his lips, "Besides, I didn't have Master Rank experts involved, so it doesn't count as provoking an international conflict."

"With the skills of those assassins, even if they can't kill that guy, they can at least keep him from having any peace, thus slowing down his development."

"When we meet again in the Spiral Labyrinth, I'll personally take his head."

The next day.

At dawn.

As the sun rose from an unknown location, the black fog that had enveloped the entire world transformed into a gray fog.

Shen Xing opened his eyes and immediately saw a beautiful red-haired woman with delicate features, half-covered by a thin blanket, lying on top of him.

Shen Xing thought to herself, then quietly climbed out of bed and sat on the edge of the bed.

He gently raised his left hand, and a burst of black energy emanated from it. His full head of black hair fell down, and Transform into the form of the Ruin Black Dragon.

After covering the beauty on the bed with the blanket, he left the room and closed the wooden door.

Then, he summoned a werewolf, Transform into a giant wolf to serve as his temporary mount.

I glanced at the remaining time in the [Transform] form.

"Not bad, it only took a minute."

Shen Xing deactivated his black dragon form, mounted the gray giant wolf, and said in a deep voice, "Take me to the open area in the outer city."

"Yes... my lord!"

The giant wolf let out a deep growl, then strode forward with heavy steps.

Soon, they arrived at an open area in front of the East Gate.

Shen Xing pressed the communication crystal and said in a deep voice, "All generals, summon your combat units and assemble."

A moment later, the communication crystal relayed the generals' responses.

Immediately afterwards, all units across the entire territory sprang into action.

Groups of orcs pushed open the small wooden house, carrying iron axes, and rushed into the street.

While running, they shouted slogans like "Hurry up, hurry up!", "The boss is waiting for us!", and "We must be faster than those skeletons!", making it seem like an emergency military training exercise.

The skeleton archers and Dretch poured out of their respective lairs, forming torrents in the streets.

"Boom... boom boom..."

Dense footsteps echoed from all directions, converging on the open space in the outer city like rivers flowing into the sea.

It took thirteen minutes for nearly a thousand combat units across the entire territory to assemble.

At this moment, more than three hundred green-skinned orcs stood in a square formation at the very center, with three generals —Hellscream, Gorehowl, Da Hou— standing in front of them.

Beside him were more than two hundred skeleton archers, each carrying an iron bow, led by an ice skeleton over two meters tall, covered in icy armor.

Hundreds of Dretch and dozens of Infernal were scattered on the flanks, led by two fire-eating Dretch, the Big Demon and the Second Demon.

Nearly a hundred Black Moon Knight, mounted on warhorses, stood in the far left position, led by the Death Knight, Xiao Hei.

Also joining the territory yesterday are the guardians Tirion Fordring and Onyxia, the Shadow Dragon, both of whom are also by Hellscream's side.

Everyone looked up, staring solemnly at the man sitting on the back of the giant wolf.

"Gentlemen."

Shen Xing's deep voice echoed throughout the open space, silencing the surroundings.

"Yesterday, we experienced the largest battle since the establishment of our territory."

"Many brothers sacrificed their lives for this cause, giving their lives to bring us a glorious victory and honor."

"Currently, the remains of these warriors have been properly buried in the territory's cemetery, and their exploits have been inscribed."

"The territory will not forget them. Even if we grow stronger in the future, there will still be people who come to pay their respects."

"The same applies to you all; all warriors who sacrificed their lives for the territory will be remembered forever."

Upon hearing the last sentence, the soldiers' eyes immediately welled up with tears.

The orcs, in particular, couldn't help but raise their iron axes and shout.

"For the territory!"

"Fight to the death!"