In the southern part of the new continent, to the north of Shilius La Plata's Deputy Royal District was the "Chaotic Lands" Cabral.
This area was rich in resources and magic elements were active. Regardless of whether it was the various minerals, forestry resources, or many magical materials needed by the Transcendent World, they were all very rich.
However, before it was praised as a treasure land, what made it famous in the world was its mix of good and bad people!
The colonies of the civilized countries, the remnants of the destroyed native empires, the escaped slaves of the colonies, the Sorcerer School, and various non-mainstream Transcendents clashed with each other. It was currently the most complicated place in the entire new continent.
It was also a blind spot of order and a paradise of chaos.
Even Shilius, who had surrounded most of it with his own strength, had tried to take over this rich land several times, but he had failed every time.
Then, as time passed, more and more Transcendents settled down here, and Cabral was almost everywhere in this "minefield."
Furthermore, as a land without believers and a land of faith where countries jointly restricted the preaching of religion to the natives, how would they enslave them if they became believers? How would they slaughter them? It was also extremely difficult to attract a large number of True God clergymen to come here and suppress them.
Over time, Cabral became known as the "Chaotic Lands."
Cabral was close to the eastern coastal area of the Black Sea. At the mouth of the San Francesco River, the fourth largest river in the southern part of the new continent, a large alluvial island with an area of nearly five hundred square kilometers lay there.
The island was lush with vegetation, fertile land, and dense water networks, making it very suitable for agriculture.
As the river water brought a large amount of nutrients from the land all year round, the fishing resources near the mouth of the sea were rich, and it also attracted a large number of migratory birds to live here.
Of course, there was no lack of human figures. A small town called Camsid had been established here.
The main body was made up of white-skinned Creoles and mixed-blood Mastizo people who did not belong to any country on the surface. They also had a group of Anuma slaves who worked for them. The total population of the small town exceeded three thousand people.
Overall, the main industry was farming and fishing, and they had their own armed forces. They also had close ties with many city-states inland. Although they were not very strong, they were definitely not weak.
However, the Galakrones who had recently ruled this town had vaguely sensed that something was wrong.
Woo woo woo …
Dark clouds covered the sky, and fine raindrops covered the entire world. The exceptionally swift sea breeze carried the salty smell of the Black Sea and even the Fog Sea.
If there was anything special about Camsid, it would be that it was one of the closest human settlements to the Fog Sea, together with Brichester City, which was not far away in the north.
At this moment.
At the edge of the island was a reef area that was rarely seen on alluvial islands. It was also called the Octopus Reef by the local residents. A group of thirty to forty hooded figures in long robes gathered here despite the cold rain.
Perhaps due to the lack of material resources, the robes they wore were also black, yellow, white... In short, they were colorful and looked somewhat comical.
But the half-covered faces under the hoods were unshakable piety. They faced the sea and faced the sea breeze as they chanted a sacred prayer loudly.
"... The mystery stems from the foul mist, because the Devourer can appear in any moisture; the phosphorescence of the dead resides in this room, and fills this room, and the soul of the Devourer comes from there; it dwells in the depths of the sea, and waits for the time to return to the surface. Its eyes see the world, its ears hear the six paths... "
Others might find the weather to be bad, but they were happy to endure it.
In the midst of the mysterious ritual that lasted for an unknown period of time, a tentacle-like limb seemed to wriggle slowly under someone's robe.
That person immediately prostrated on the ground as though he had received a divine revelation. His expression became more and more fanatical as he loudly chanted a holy name that seemed to be hidden in the rain.
Not only did the others not feel afraid, but they also cast envious gazes at him.
But at this moment.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
A series of gunshots suddenly sounded from behind them. Amidst the bright flashes of the guns, the alien prostrating on the ground was the first to be killed by the concentrated fire. He fell to the ground without a word.
Amidst the panic of the robed figures, a group of armed personnel who were clearly from the Camsid City Guard appeared by the shore. Their emotionless and cold eyes swept over, more piercing than the rain.
A thin figure stepped out from the crowd and slowly raised his left hand. A ghostly green demonic flame burned in his palm, causing his originally yellowish face to turn green. He looked as ferocious as a ghost.
"The so-called 'Fog of Order' secret cult that can grant eternal life? I'm sorry, but no matter what strange thing you are worshipping, the bodies and souls of the citizens of Camsid all belong to the Galakrond family! "
Everyone in the city knew that it was the mysterious Galakrond family that ruled this place. They had a wide network of connections and were omnipotent.
Other than the two main economic pillars on the surface, they could also provide many rare and precious items for the various factions in Cabral. They were the guests of many important figures in Cabral.
But very few people knew that they were actually a family of Demonic Fire Sorcerers that passed down their bloodline!
If Elvin was here, he would definitely recognize the leader. He was one of the teammates from Faletis, Sark, and Atlan that went to the Silver Island Chain to carry out a mission. The Demonic Fire Sorcerer who belonged to Sark's faction — Haziz.
Haziz was obviously not prepared to speak to the fellow who dared to poach him. The demonic flame in his hand was already fired out like a cannon.
He shouted at the same time, "Kill them all!"
Behind him, the City Guard raised his gun that was equipped with a rainproof cover.
Boom!
But at this moment, on the surface of the sea not far away from them, a huge water pillar suddenly exploded.
A three-meter-tall giant-like figure wearing leather clothes stepped out of the water. He raised his head and looked at Haziz by the shore. He did not open his mouth, but his voice was clearly transmitted to everyone's hearts.
"Tch tch tch … This is an important property of the gods. I can't let you kill him as you wish."
Poof!
The demonic flame that had just flown halfway was suddenly extinguished.
Haziz's pupils shrunk to the size of a needle when he saw his face clearly. He exclaimed in disbelief.
"You are …"
.....
A week later.
In the upper reaches of the San Francisco River, on the cliff of a desolate valley, there stood a small redoubt with strong defensive power. Many of the forces in Cabral knew that this place, which looked like a military fortress, was actually the base camp of the evil alchemists.
This group of evil alchemists constantly pursued the combination of flesh and machinery. Through many inhumane experiments on innocent people, they tried in vain to make use of the mechanical body's characteristic of never aging to obtain immortality!
Those who mistakenly entered this place, if they did not want to become experimental materials, had better run as far as possible.
Of course.
"Evil alchemists" was definitely not their real name. The name of the guild was the "Mechanical Immortality Guild."
And a week ago, they heard that Camsid City had changed hands and that the new owner, the "Order Mist Secret Cult," had promoted the slogan of "Believe in God and you will live forever."
With the first seat, second seat, and third seat of the guild as the leaders, including hundreds of Sorcerer-Apprentices, most of the guild members in the New Continent had already gathered at the guild's encampment, the "High Cliff Castle."
Even the "Wind-Up Man" Billy Buddha, who had changed his sharp-tongued style and was unknown if he was still himself, had also come here.
Following the end of the gathering, all the members had already gathered in the vast central hall of the castle.
Among this group of fellows wearing robes, most of them had traces of various mechanical modifications. Many of them were even more mechanized than Billy Buddha. They were more like mechanical bodies than humans.
Although this guild did not have a grade 3 Great Sorcerer, the history of the "Alchemy Guild" being independent was much longer than the "Poison Guild". Including the first seat, second seat, and third seat, they were almost at the peak or very close to the peak of official Sorcerers.
Strictly speaking, their battle prowess was not weaker than a grade 3 Great Knight.
This castle style Sorcerer Tower was clean and tidy. It did not have the appearance of hell that the outside world described.
However, although it did not have the appearance of a slaughterhouse, there was a hint of a storm brewing.
The three guild leaders did not speak, but a group of official Sorcerers with higher statuses were already discussing spiritedly.
"Believe in God and you will live forever? This is ridiculous. When even the Church of the Seven Gods can't do it, why would an evil God dare to make such a promise? "
"I think it's not impossible to get in touch with them. We were able to absorb the first volume of the" Flesh Puppet "from the Most Ancient Guild, the" Suture Technique "from the School of Necromancy, and the" Biological Transplant "from the School of Vissali … It's not impossible to absorb the essence of other guilds."
"That's right. I also think we can get in touch with them a little. At least we can understand the essence of their eternal life before we make a response."
The doctrine of the "Fog of Order" had a strong impact on the "Mechanical Immortality Guild" whose ultimate goal was "eternal life."
Hearing the discussion below, the first seat of the guild, who looked no different from a normal person, murmured with an unreadable expression.
"The Fog of Order … Eternal life?"
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