He didn't know why Milami was here, but now, Ma Dong could completely control his emotions. He calmly played the role of the ugly boss. Then, he said in a hoarse voice, "Miss, we're closed."
Milami seriously looked at the terrifying scar on his face and suddenly said, "Do you think I can recognize you?"
Ma Dong's hand that was wiping the wine glass shook slightly. He sighed and raised his head for the first time to look at her. "How did you find this place?"
"No one can really disappear. In the end, you can't hide from those who want to." Milami looked at Ma Dong with a faint smile. Her eyes were so charming that it seemed like they could drip water.
Ma Dong expressionlessly left the bar counter and closed the door of the bar. "Follow me."
Milami's eyes flashed. She didn't say anything and just followed behind Ma Dong. They passed through the secret cellar of the wine cellar and went deep underground. They walked beside the ancient sewers and passed through the traces left behind by the old civilization. Ma Dong brought Milami to the last base of Assassin. The moment their whereabouts were discovered, this place became meaningless. With the strength of the opponent, if they wanted to attack, Milami wouldn't appear.
Assassin didn't have the conditions to fight head-on. The usually lonely and long road seemed especially short now.
Milami looked at the huge space under the light. She blinked. "You're alone?"
"Now, there are two of us," Ma Dong said. He slowly walked towards Milami and pushed her against the wall.
"Ma Dong, take off your mask …"
Ma Dong violently blocked Milami's next words, causing their breathing to instantly synchronize.
Milami pushed Ma Dong's chest forcefully. "Wait, I have something to say to you …"
The reply she got was the sound of her bra ripping apart. Ma Dong's hand was already tightly gripping onto her, while the feeling of her heart being enveloped by his strength caused her to be unable to make any other sounds other than her delicate gasps of air.
Ma Dong first kissed her passionately. It was like a storm attacking her lips. He felt her wetness. It was still the feeling in his memory, as if nothing had changed. Then, he tasted her bright red lipstick. It stained his lips, entered his mouth, and seeped into the tip of his tongue. There was a hint of sweetness, but also a hint of bitterness.
This taste made Ma Dong's actions become manic and rough. Love? Hate?
No one could say for sure. Was it an ill-fated relationship? He felt that he was not worthy.
After a storm-like exchange, the entire secret room was filled with the evidence of their crimes …
Just like that, Ma Dong leaned against Milami's thighs. He raised his head to look at the marks he had left on Milami's body. He gently touched it, and Milami lit a cigarette for him before placing it on his lips.
Taking a deep breath, Ma Dong exhaled a long breath.
Milami said, "Let's … cooperate."
They were too familiar with each other, and understood each other too well. There was no need for anything else. Milami had come because she knew that Ma Dong needed her, and she needed Ma Dong as well.
The Tianjing of the past had already disappeared. Everything had changed. Although she seemed to be in control of her fate, what was the difference between living like this and dying?
Only when she saw Ma Dong did she feel like she was a human.
Ma Dong took another puff of his cigarette. "Who's your boss?"
Milami smiled in self-mockery. Snatching the cigarette from Ma Dong's mouth, she took a deep puff and said, "The Kaiser Empire. If you can get help, you'll naturally have me."
The corner of Ma Dong's mouth curled upwards as he spat out a mouthful of saliva. "Haven't you always been mine!?"
Men were very powerful and violent, but the more they hated, the more they loved …
Many regions in the Fifth Dimension did not have the same rules. There were many peculiar regional rules, especially in fairy-tale secret realms. The time rules were simply capricious. The last time they went to the dwarf's secret realm, time flowed faster than normal. They spent a day inside, but when they came out, only half a day had passed in the outside world. However, in the snow secret realm, time flowed much slower than the outside world. The three of them had only stayed inside for a few hours, but more than half a month had passed in the outside world.
They were teleported back to the gate of the Holy City from the transfer station. Before they could stabilize their footing, they suddenly felt a violent tremor.
With Wang Zhong's alertness, his Soul Power had subconsciously increased. This was the gate of the Holy City, and the statue of the Holy Saint Teacher Adalia was here. Usually, people who came and went hurriedly would try to lower their voices as much as possible. How could there be such a huge tremor?
He took a closer look and saw over a dozen gigantic Void Thunder Beasts. Their armored bodies were at least a dozen meters tall, and they were drooling not far away. What the hell was this?
A Void Thunder Beast let out a roar and took heavy steps forward. Wang Zhong felt the ground shake again.
Was this a Dimensional lifeform attack?
This absurd thought flashed through his mind subconsciously, but he quickly realized that it was impossible. Furthermore, these Void Thunder Beasts did not have any intention of attacking. They were just passing by.
Hum hum hum hum hum …
Not only did the Void Thunder Beast tremble, but Wang Zhong also heard the sound of massive machinery spiraling above his head. The entire sky seemed to have darkened. When he looked up, he saw a large number of airships flying over from the left. Some were shaped like ships, while others were shaped like oval-shaped platforms. They formed a pointed square formation and escorted the airships. The dense black clouds covered the sun and emitted deafening buzzing noises. Behind them, a terrifying and large fellow followed. Wang Zhong was not the only one who felt the trembling of the Void Thunder Beast.
Hum ~ Clang ~
It was the sound of an automaton. A moving castle appeared, and the sky was completely covered. It was as if there was only one thing left in the entire world.
The Trust Aircraft Carrier could be said to be the pinnacle of alchemy in the Holy City. Unlike other airships that were shaped like ships or discs, this was simply a living moving castle. It was hundreds of meters tall and thousands of meters long and wide! There were countless cabins and weapons under the main body of the ship. They covered the sky and the sun, making it impossible for people below to see the full appearance of the main body. The huge shadow flew over their heads. It looked heavy and clumsy, but it was not slow at all. It slowly descended and hovered in the air at the port outside the city in the north. There was a mechanical clicking sound as the Trust Aircraft Carrier docked with the platform. Its slow speed caused a hurricane to appear every time it moved.
Wang Zhong felt the ground under his feet shake violently again. It was as if the entire Holy City had been knocked back by the terrifying collision. At this moment, the machinery compartment of the Trust Aircraft Carrier had already opened. Countless Dimensional lifeforms and foreign races trotted out in an orderly manner.
There were battle wolves in heavy armor, huge mammoths, pterosaurs with green wings, and even rock giants that were about five meters tall … There were races of all shapes and sizes, many of which Wang Zhong had never heard of. Not only did they all exude a powerful dimensional aura, but most of them were in the range of level-4 to level-6 dimensional lifeforms. Furthermore, they were completely under military management. Although it was noisy, it was not chaotic. Everything was in order.
At the same time, accompanied by the footsteps of the soldiers, the airships continued to rise and land in the sky. Not far away from the city, the temporary military camp was bustling with activity. Various noises and sounds of footsteps intertwined with each other. It was like a passionate symphony, making one's blood boil.
Although he knew that the Holy City was very powerful, Wang Zhong knew what was going to happen when he saw the military power. The Holy Battle that Oscar mentioned was probably about to begin.
As he entered the city, he opened his Skylink and immediately contacted Oscar. He jumped up as if his eyebrows were on fire. "Damn, you're finally back. Where are you? Hurry up, the Queen's Bar! We're all here. Something big has happened! "
It was early in the morning, and the Queen's Bar was usually not open yet. However, since the Wanderlust Team was having a gathering with their bandit patrons, the boss opened the door and took a nap in the bar cabinet.
As soon as Wang Zhong walked in, he heard the people of the Wanderlust Team discussing something noisily. When they saw Wang Zhong, everyone's eyes lit up. Oscar let out a long sigh. "Damn, you're finally back. I've been waiting for you for so long. If you didn't come back today, you would have missed it!"
"Is there really a Holy Battle?" Wang Zhong was also a little excited. Frankly speaking, the Holy Battle represented the existence of the human civilization. It was also a real opportunity to understand humans and other civilizations.
"It's real, and the scale is unprecedented. At least, this is the largest one in the past twenty years!" Small Eyes knocked on the table. She was the most excited person in the room. "Two Sacred Teachers are leading the way! This is a big move. I remember that a long time ago, only one Sacred Teacher was sent to conquer the Zeras World, right? "
"Zeras is only a level-two civilization, but the Mizobudapi Phoenix World is a level-three civilization. It has complete laws and can even give birth to a ninth-rank supreme being. How can one Sacred Teacher be enough? I can't wait for the Holy City to send three or four Sacred Teachers and crush them all the way!"
The Holy City actually had a clear classification of all civilizations discovered in the Fifth Dimension. With Earth's situation, it could not be considered a level-two civilization at most, but the Holy Land had the power to attack a level-three civilization.
For example, the B and S ranked secret realms that they usually came into contact with were in fact far from the level of being called a civilization. Those were either broken worlds with incomplete laws, or they were not large enough to qualify as a civilization. Those that qualified to be called a civilization and ranked were definitely relatively large alien worlds. Such alien worlds often had complete world laws, intelligent races, history, and a clear social structure.
"Three or four? Idiot Asher, do you think Sacred Teachers are cabbages?"
"Wang Zhong, it would be a pity if you missed it! We were almost forced to abandon you! "Everyone was talking at once. They were all so excited that they couldn't stop talking at all.
"Take your time. First of all, are we qualified to go?" Of course, Wang Zhong was tempted. The Holy Battle could be said to be a time to fully reflect the combat power of the Holy Land. It was also a time to take a look at the mysteries of the Holy Land. At the same time, he could understand a new civilization. The scale of the Holy Land was not comparable to the Dimensional Secret Realms.
This didn't mean that the difficulty of the Dimensional Secret Realms was low, but the scale of the Holy Land.
The Civilization War was a clash between intelligent races. Survival and desire were the driving forces for the survival and advancement of any civilized race. Although it was cruel, it was a fact.
Oscar smiled and said, "The Holy War will start in ten days. Today, the military has already begun to gather at the periphery. It is also the deadline for exploration teams in the city to register. However, if there is no news from you, we won't dare to register you in the name of an exploration team. We are afraid that if you don't come back by then, you will be on the list of deserters, and you will be far away."
Wang Zhong was speechless. It seemed that his luck was not bad. If he had stayed in the fairy-tale secret realm for another half an hour, he probably would have missed it today.
Feng, who was beside him, smiled and said, "Of course, you can make it in time if you come back today. The Holy City should have started preparing for this Holy War two years ago, including intelligence on the Phoenix World."
Most of the time, Feng was the strategist and brain of an exploration team. Furthermore, with her popularity in the Mystic Sect, she more or less knew some insider information about various aspects of the Holy City. Everyone also remembered the few S-rank missions that were frequently posted in the hostel over the past two years. Among them, the exploration mission of the Mizobudapi Phoenix World frequently appeared. After all, it was a level-3 civilization, and it attracted a lot of attention. Therefore, speculation about this Holy War had already been circulating in the Holy City for two to three years.
"This time, the Holy City will be led by Sacred Teacher Leyson and Sacred Teacher Timo. There will be 32 Great Teachers and more than 500 teachers assisting them. Other than the main forces outside, the Great Teachers will also recruit an exploration team within the Holy City to carry out some small-scale missions. The conditions have also been relaxed. All individuals above the level of Dimensional Predator can participate, and level-3 exploration teams can directly register in the name of an exploration team. There is no limit to the number of people. Our Wanderlust Team happens to be a level-3 exploration team. This time, we are planning to register in the name of an exploration team. This way, everyone can be assigned to the same team, and it will be more convenient. However, the final registration list has not been confirmed yet. Other than you, the others are still considering it. Everyone is discussing it now. "
Wang Zhong's heart trembled. Two Sacred Teachers were extreme existences that had broken through the shackles of humanity. It was not an exaggeration to say that they could destroy the world. Under such circumstances, they still needed to mobilize such a large army. It seemed that their strength could not be underestimated.
Oscar returned to the topic that they had been discussing previously. "The Holy War is different from ordinary missions. Although there are opportunities everywhere, there are also many dangers. Although the exploration teams that register won't be directly sent to the frontlines, they will definitely carry out some top-notch missions, which are very dangerous. For those who are not confident enough or are not strong enough, I think it's better not to take risks. Asher, think about it carefully."
Asher smiled and shook his head. His strength was actually above average in the Wanderlust Team, but if Small Eyes wanted to go, he would definitely go as well. There was no way he could be pulled back. Other than Feng and Oscar, even Lance made it clear that they would not participate this time. The Holy War to attack a level-3 civilization was one of the biggest battles in the history of the Holy City. The level of danger was self-evident, and those who were not strong enough would only end up as cannon fodder. They could only pray to the heavens. However, a few newcomers were eager to try.
Although neither of them had reached the Peak Heroic Soul Stage, their strength was similar to Asher's, and they obviously had a lot more room for growth. On the other hand, Mo Ling felt that he was not strong enough, so he gave up this opportunity. In order to survive in the Holy Land, one had to be clear-headed. If one rushed forward without thinking, one would be a pig's feet. Not everyone was destined to be a pig's feet.
The one who was still conflicted was Mario. Sharmie had a fearless personality. In this Holy War, she was one of the fiercest and most enthusiastic people, just like Small Eyes. She had decided to go, but Mario wanted to stay in the Holy City for a smooth transition. He had been persuading her for a few days, but to no avail. At this time, Mario looked at Wang Zhong helplessly. "Wang Zhong, tell me, do you think it's necessary for me and Sharmie to go?"
Wang Zhong pondered for a while. Frankly speaking, he knew nothing about the opponents they would be facing in this Holy War. However, based on the results of every Holy War in the history of the Holy City, which one of them did not result in a bloodbath? Looking at the Heroic Soul soldiers who died in each Holy War, although many of them were low-leveled, there were definitely many who had reached the Peak Heroic Soul Stage. This degree of danger was relative to the entire Heroic Soul Stage. Those who were stronger would have a higher chance of survival under the same conditions, but on a larger scale, it still depended on luck. There was no absolute rule in this matter.
However, during this moment of hesitation, Sharmie, who was beside him, said unhappily, "You're always so fussy. It's not easy to get this opportunity. Anyway, I will definitely go! Look at our current results in the Sparta Clan. It's already so bad. What else do you care about? "
The two of them did not pass the Holy Disciple assessment, and now that they had passed the novice protection period, they were assigned jobs in the inner city. Sharmie had a better image and was working at the front desk in a teahouse opened by a Great Teacher. Mario, on the other hand, was directly assigned to a teacher to do odd jobs. Although it was not very tiring, this was only his first year. Every year that a Holy Disciple 'prepared' for a Holy Disciple, they would be valued less and less, and their assigned jobs would become more and more arduous. Their status would also drop accordingly.
The opportunity to participate in this Holy War was very rare. With their status, they were not qualified to sign up at all, but fortunately, the Wanderlust Team was qualified, and Oscar did not mind bringing them along. Of course, the Holy War was dangerous, but it was also the easiest time to obtain opportunities. After all, they were facing a brand new civilization, and the clash of civilizations was the easiest time to gain enlightenment. Thus, Sharmie wanted to fight for it no matter what. She really could not stand the life of serving tea in a teahouse.
"I'm afraid this is the only opportunity for us. The other Holy Disciples who want to fight for their lives don't even have this opportunity! Take our workload for example. Not to mention breaking through, can you guarantee that you can complete the basic training every day? If you miss this opportunity to gain experience, do you really plan to sweep the floor for the rest of your life? "
Sharmie was a little agitated as she spoke, and her plump chest kept heaving up and down. Sometimes, there would be no harm if there was no comparison. In the past, no matter what, everyone was on the same level on Earth. However, after entering the Holy Land, the gap between them became wider and wider. Most people could not stand it, let alone the proud Sharmie. Although Wang Zhong and the others did not mind, the changes were real. Sharmie had had enough of the days of needing others to protect her.
Mario's face was a little red, and the others did not speak. Everyone had seen the life of a Holy Disciple in the Holy City. If they really had to endure it for a few years, they would be neither human nor ghost. Frankly speaking, the Holy War was dangerous, but if they summoned their courage and fought for it, it might be a chance for those at the bottom to make a name for themselves. However, such words were not suitable for everyone, and they might not necessarily be correct.
This was a dilemma. There was a reason for every choice. If these two people chose to go, then since they were in the same exploration team, they should try their best to take care of each other.
In the end, Mario smiled bitterly and nodded. It seemed that Sharmie would not listen to his advice. As long as Sharmie wanted to go, he would definitely follow her, even if it was hell.
"That's more like it!" Sharmie finally smiled happily. "Captain, the list is done. Let's hurry up and sign up!"
Oscar, Feng, and Wang Zhong went to sign up together.
Advancing to Holy Disciple did not mean that it was the end. On the contrary, it was the beginning of the hellish competition. Once they got used to this status, they would want to go further. The Holy Disciples were the largest class in the Holy Land, so one could imagine the competition. However, in all aspects, Holy Disciples were neither too high nor too low. Unless they clung to someone powerful like Leo, had a solid foundation, like a descendant of a powerful family, or were exceptionally talented, most people had to worry about cultivation resources. This was also why Helen and the others accepted the mission to pick up newcomers. To put it bluntly, they had to earn whatever they could.
Therefore, things like the Holy War were simply a blessing for most Holy Disciples. In such a war, there were many opportunities, personal experiences, and a large number of resources. A level-3 civilization that could tempt two Sacred Teachers would definitely be of great benefit to the Holy Land.
Today was the last day of registration, so when Wang Zhong and the other two arrived, the square outside the Dimensional Hostel was already packed with people. Many exploration teams, like the Wanderlust Team, who were still hesitating before, or were still deliberating over the final registration list, were almost all gathered together.
The registration area was no longer limited to the hostel. Instead, more than a dozen registration counters had been set up in the spacious plaza outside the hostel. Countless people were squeezing at the counters, looking as if they were going to line up all the way out of the city. Wang Zhong and the other two hurriedly joined the queue. "Damn it!
After squeezing for an entire morning, they finally managed to register. However, when they were queuing up, they overheard people chatting around them, and some messy news came out. For example, there were too many people signing up this time, and they were afraid that it would exceed the Holy City's quota. Even if they signed up, they might not be able to make it. The Holy War had very clear requirements for all levels of the army. This was the essence of the human combat system in the old era. For exploration teams, they definitely needed to be able to fight on a relatively small scale.
Wang Zhong was also speechless. "I don't usually see so many Holy Disciples. Where the hell did they come from …"
"Most Holy Disciples don't stay in the Holy Land all year round. Most of the Holy Disciples you usually see are new Holy Disciples within five years. Furthermore, the worlds that the Holy Land has conquered also need Holy Disciples to guard them. They will only be summoned when the Holy War begins."
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