After this period of recuperation, the injuries left behind by the battle with Stark had basically healed, and his Origin Energy had also improved by a few points. However, none of this was the most important thing. Ever since he came into contact with the will of the ancestors for the first time, Allen felt that he was quietly changing. This change was so subtle that it was almost imperceptible, but it firmly changed his body. However, in the past, Allen could only roughly feel it, but this time, when he sensed his body, he discovered some obvious changes.
The blood vessels in his body had an unknown amount of fine glowing lines, and those lines would light up when Origin Energy flowed through them with the blood. Allen could feel that they had cushioned the impact of the Origin Energy passing through, strengthening the strength of the blood vessels. This way, when Allen fought with all his might, he would minimize the burden of Origin Energy on his body. Apart from that, his bones had also undergone subtle changes.
There were some finely distributed bright red crystal fragments between the bones, which increased the strength of the bones and had the characteristics of absorbing energy. When the Origin Energy in Allen's body surged through, an extremely tiny portion of the Origin Energy would be absorbed by these crystal fragments. Allen was very surprised. This was a sign that his body was transforming. However, normally, the opportunity for life to transform would only occur after breaking through the Level 30 barrier.
Now, Allen's body had already begun to evolve. Obviously, this had something to do with what had happened to him in the depths of his consciousness. Allen still remembered that after absorbing all the fire origin energy in the valley, his body had undergone a significant change. That dark red skin, lava-like armor, and blazing azure flames!
Everything was still vivid in his mind.
He suddenly opened his eyes and his heart beat wildly. Allen vaguely guessed what had happened to him. He was walking on the path of atavism. Exploring the world in the depths of his consciousness and searching for the ancestral will at the end of the world was a path of tracing back to his ancestors. He was certain that every time he took a step deeper into that world, he would be closer to the origin of life. The ancient factors would constantly overlap with him at the genetic level. In the end, Allen would transform into a life form like the one in the world of consciousness. At that time, he would no longer be called a human.
He shook his head. Tracing back to the ancestral roots was another option after level 30, but it wasn't that no one chose to become an ancestor's descendant. It was just that Allen had opened up this path faster than others, and it seemed that he had no choice. Intentionally or unintentionally, he had already embarked on this path. Since that was the case, he didn't need to think too much about it. Regardless of whether it was a ruler or an ancestral descendant, both represented a gradual separation from their original lifeforms, which was why it didn't really matter which path they chose.
He walked out of the stone room.
Outside the stone house was a street that led to the temple. Tarin's isha had now returned to peace. Frost, who had once occupied this place, had been killed by Allen, and the Subterrane Dwellers had been buried under Marquis Pierre's Flamelight City. At the very least, most of the Subterrane Dwellers could no longer return to the underground city. There were still small groups of cavemen in the depths of the city, but they were no longer a threat to Allen and the others.
A few braziers flickered on the street, and Allen saw Thorin and Julian talking. That was the guide that Y'lisabet had found for them. Not only did Thorin bring with him the Grand Duke's plan, he also brought Edward and the others who had stayed in Flames Castle. Now, all they had to do was take the remaining Steel Edge Warriors away. After leaving Tarin 'isha, the team would head for Tiger Shark Harbor. Y'lisabet had already prepared a merchant ship for them. They would use it as a cover to return to Ark Harbor in the south by water.
When Thorin saw Allen, he bowed gracefully. Allen nodded. This man had a very good upbringing. Thorin, who came from a branch of the Boleyn family, had long, pale blonde hair and handsome facial features. He was tall and agile, and apart from being proficient in archery and swordsmanship, he also dabbled in history and poetry. With him around, Julian wouldn't feel lonely on the journey, because Thorin could always tell the prince interesting and meaningful stories.
The braziers on both sides of the street were surrounded by twos and threes of people, including Allen's soldiers and blacksmiths from Dragon Spear Town. They warmed themselves around the braziers. It was already early summer, and the temperature was rising. However, Tarin Aisha was still cold. Apart from the fact that the city was underground in the belly of the mountain, it was also because there was a vein of Icy Soul Cold Crystals below. It was as cold as winter all year round. For an expert like Allen, it naturally didn't matter much, but the others needed to put on thick winter clothes and warm themselves up by the fire. Fortunately, they didn't have to stay here for too long, and the people of Dragon Spear Town were already used to this kind of life. This chill was nothing to them. The blacksmiths were still drinking heavily and joking with the soldiers that only men understood.
Allen saw Nabott, the former prime minister, but now he was warming himself by the brazier like an ordinary old man. He was smoking a pipe in his mouth and reading by the light of the fire. The Prime Minister's expression was calm, which made Allen admire his mental cultivation. Now that Howson had branded them as traitors, Julian was the murderer of Tangerio, Nabott had been removed from the office of Prime Minister, and Allen had lost his title as Earl, one must know that Hawson had now branded them as traitors. Hawson also threatened to take back all of Allen's territories in the south, but anyone with a discerning eye knew that as long as Elizabeth and Hoymer were dead, this was impossible.
On the journey, Allen heard news one after another.
Grand Duke Hua Hua, together with a dozen or so nobles including Hoey, issued a statement declaring that Julian was the rightful heir to the throne, and that Hawson was just a shameful thief. He seized the throne when Julian returned to Olisgar in time, because the Boleyn Clan was one of the oldest clans in the empire and had been loyal to the royal family for generations. Today's voice from Elizabeth's mouth was a huge blow to Howson.
Regardless of whether Elizabeth's words were true or not, it meant that there was an irreparable wound between the empire's royal family and the wealthy nobles. Under such circumstances, most of the lords maintained a neutral attitude, so it was difficult for Howson's voice to reach the south.
"Are you all right? My lord? " Allen squatted down beside the brazier and reached out to fish out a flame from the brazier to press it against Nabott's extinguished pipe. Nabott smiled, his wrinkles forming some shadows on his face. He smoked his pipe and the tobacco in it was lit again.
Nabott blew out a ring of smoke. "I'm not bad. The fog grass from Lord Night Shadow is really good. With it as my companion on the journey, I feel as comfortable as at home. Apart from the fact that this place is a little cold, I'm fine. "
"I'm relieved to hear that. We'll leave Taryn tomorrow, Aisha. When we get to the South, I have a place I want to show you. I bet you'll like it there. " Allen was thinking of the Light of Glory. A scholar like Nabott would probably like to stay in that academy. It would be even better if the Prime Minister would condescend to set up a course or two.
Nabott knocked out the ash in his pipe and smiled, "Lord Allen really knows how to keep me guessing. Hearing you say that, I wish I could put my wings on my back and fly south."
"Don't worry, that place won't disappoint you."
Allen greeted the blacksmiths from nearby Dragon Spear Town. These people's skills were not bad. It would be a pity to leave them in Dragon Spear Town. Allen took them to the South. His weapons workshop was very short of people.
Walking into a room, there was a brazier in the corner of the room, and the temperature in the room was not too cold. There were bottles and jars scattered on the ground, and there was a thick layer of dust on them. An empty space was cleared in the middle of the room, and a simple table was made of a few stones and a wooden board. Edward spread out a map of the empire on the makeshift table, surrounded by stones. The Maritans were looking at the map, but they did not forget to say, "You're finally here."
Allen shrugged. Ever since he had met up with Edward, he had felt that there was something wrong with this Maritan. He had always wanted to find an opportunity to ask Edward, but there was no suitable time on the journey until now. He walked over, and Edward turned to look at him. "You look a little different from before …"
"Of course, I'm not afraid to tell you that I've already embarked on the path of atavism."
Edward said in surprise, "You're not even Level-30."
"Obviously, but I know my own situation best." Allen waved his hand. "Let's talk about you. What's wrong with you, Edward? I always felt that you were a little absent-minded along the way."
"I was thinking that you would wait until we got back to the South to ask me this question." Edward nodded. "That's right. Something's bothering me, making me unable to concentrate."
"If you're willing to say it …" Allen probed.
Edward threw out a completely irrelevant question. "Lord Allen, how old do you think I am?"
"You?" Allen frowned. Perhaps he had ignored it before, but now that he heard Edward ask this, Allen suddenly realized that Edward's appearance didn't seem to have changed much. Allen had grown up rapidly over the years, and now he no longer had the tenderness of a youth. However, Edward looked no different from when he first met him in Babylon. The only difference was that he was trying his best to wear more stable clothes, but no matter how carefully he looked, his eyebrows were still that of the slave youth from back then.
Allen exclaimed softly, "You haven't changed at all. Heavens … "
'"Maritans live longer than most life forms, especially short-lived species like you humans. A hundred years is already a long time for you humans. But for us, it's just a sign of adulthood. As you can see, I'm still a teenager, but in reality, Mr. Horn is probably a little younger than me. "
Allen looked at Edward in disbelief. The latter shrugged and said, "I never wanted to tell you this because I didn't want to see your expression." Didn't you always ask me what I had been through? Then I can tell you now that I lived in darkness for the first fifty years of my life. I was a child when our planet collapsed. I was lucky enough to escape, but I soon discovered that being alive was not something to be happy about. "
"Because everyone I met wanted to take me back as a slave or a toy. It was not a pleasant time. I've seen a lot of darkness, far more than all the darkness you've seen so far … "
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