"Master …" Maham wanted to say something, but was stopped by a black-cloaked figure beside him.
"Junior Brother, this isn't just about you anymore. Believe in Master. "A deep female voice rang from under the cloak.
Maham went silent. He gritted his teeth as he looked at Vanyi's back, his eyes tearing up.
Redwinian's Heaven's Spire was not as beautiful as the outside world thought.
It was where the most powerful Darksiders of Redwinian gathered. They were obsessed with researching the various powerful uses of dark powers.
And so, in the Heaven's Spire, one powerful Darksider monster after another was born.
Redwinian's research on the mysterious dark powers had given birth to a massive system of Darksiders.
And the Darksiders were the lowest level of them all. They were also the most numerous.
Vanyi looked up ahead. Amidst the snow-covered spire forest, that solemn and wide ancient staircase seemed to have no end as it stretched all the way up to the end of his vision.
And at the end of the staircase was one of the three hidden realms, the true entrance to the Heaven's Spire.
"Let's go. Your injuries can only be healed here. I believe I don't need to tell you what losing your dark powers means to the Darksiders, right? "He said coldly.
Maham opened his mouth, but could not find a word to say.
There was a reason why the Darksiders were called Darksiders, and it was not without reason.
The group did not speak as they followed Vanyi up the stairs.
Despite Maham's injuries, no one helped him up. To enter the Heaven's Spire, this was a necessary test. No one was an exception.
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There was no other way to heal Khadula's injuries, and he could only rely on himself to absorb the mysterious energy around him to heal himself.
As for the Steel Lord, after consuming and sacrificing part of Khadula's body, the connection between him and Lin Sheng had become much clearer. Clearly, the distance between them had increased.
The Ironfist Society had managed to inflict serious damage on Maham after Bileyon flexed his muscles, and even forced the Six-Winged Vanyi to retreat. Such power had clearly made the Redwinians reevaluate the threat level of the Ironfist Society.
Lin Sheng held the newspaper in his hand, and purposely flipped to the war news on Redwinian's side.
And just as expected, Redwinian's second machinist was heavily injured in Celine.
The troops had just conquered the two metropolises of Celine when they were attacked by the peacekeeping forces sent by Miga and suffered heavy losses.
After that, Miga launched an undeclared war against Redwinian. They had sent a large number of mechanized armies to the border between their country and Redwin, and within a day, they had taken over ten thousand square kilometers of Redwin territory.
At the same time, Celine also saw an opportunity and quickly counterattacked. They were trying to cooperate with Miga to chase the Redwinian army out of the country.
Great battles broke out one after another.
The news in the newspaper was also different every day.
Lin Sheng shook his head slightly.
He could clearly see the level of corruption in Celine. With that level of skill, it might be possible for him to win a small victory by adding insult to injury.
But to completely chase Redwinian out of the country was clearly a fantasy.
He put down the International Times and picked up the local Shermanton Morning Post.
Reading the news every once in a while to understand current affairs was a good habit he had recently developed.
Ever since he came to Shermanton and entered Yinglu Academy, this was the first time he read the local newspaper.
Sitting on the desk in the dormitory, he gently unfolded the newspaper and laid it down.
The moment he unfolded it, Lin Sheng saw a line of words clearly printed on the front page.
"Righteous or evil? Hero or criminal? "
Beneath the headline was a high-definition photo taken at night.
A young policeman in uniform, with a ferocious expression, was throwing a punch at a stocky man in a suit opposite him.
From the photo, it could be seen that on the weeds around the policeman, there were many men in black suits lying on the ground, their faces covered in blood, and some of their limbs were clearly twisted and fractured.
Below was the text of the article.
"It is undeniable that the case of Officer Jayne injuring thirteen gangsters in the wilderness has caused a huge stir in the city.
According to reliable testimonies, Officer Jayne was usually upright and had a stable personality. But sometimes, when he was agitated, he would explode with indescribable violence and mania.
During the many arrests, Jayne had repeatedly dealt fatal or crippling blows to the criminals. Because of this, he was suspected of having a severe case of OCD.
Initially, there was no real evidence to confirm this, but now, we have this photo provided by a reliable source … "
The article was followed by a series of negative analysis to discredit the police officer.
Lin Sheng flipped through it casually and put it down.
He remembered this officer.
When he was drinking with the mysterious man that night, the man's eyes were fixed on this Officer Jayne.
From the man's words, Lin Sheng could vaguely sense that the man seemed to be hiding a lot of interesting information.
But because it had nothing to do with him, he did not think too much about it. Now that he saw this photo, Lin Sheng suddenly felt that it was even more interesting.
Redwin was in trouble, and probably did not have the time to provoke the Iron Fist Society. Then, the Steel Lord would go out to attract attention, and he would be very safe in this city.
All this while, Lin Sheng had been feeling the pressure from the Heaven's Spire.
Now that the pressure had subsided, he felt a lot more relaxed.
"Seems like this Shermanton is hiding a lot of interesting things …" Putting down the newspaper, Lin Sheng let out a soft sigh.
The pressure on his back had suddenly been lifted, and he immediately felt refreshed. He actually had the interest to care about these trivial matters.
* Bam. *
The dormitory door was kicked open.
His two roommates were sweating profusely, carrying a basketball in a short-sleeved shirt and shorts. When they saw Lin Sheng sitting at the table reading something, the smiles on their faces froze.
Ever since Lin Sheng performed the Iron Handprint, the other three roommates avoided him like a snake or a scorpion. They were afraid of accidentally angering him.
What was even more creepy was that the Iron Handprint returned to normal the next day. It looked like it was flattened by force.
Since then, as long as Lin Sheng was in the dormitory, they would be careful, not even daring to breathe too loudly.
The two quickly cleaned themselves, changed their clothes, and ran out of the dormitory as if they were escaping from a disaster.
The whole process took less than ten minutes, and they were extremely fast.
Lin Sheng stood up speechlessly, ready to go to the library to continue studying the ancient language. Besides, he was running out of savings. It seemed that it was time to make some money to supplement his expenses.
Putting on his coat, Lin Sheng took his bag out of the dormitory and went straight to the library.
On the way, he was also thinking about how to build an economy in Shermanton that could provide him with a steady stream of support.
Robbery alone would not last long, and it was not a long-term solution. There must be a legal, large-scale economy that could collect all kinds of materials.
Soon, Lin Sheng came back to the ancient language reading room. He went in and sat in his usual seat, put down his bag, and went to the bookshelf to take out the book he had not finished last time.
Anyway, no one read the books here.
He was the only student reading in the entire reading room. The librarian was yawning, and it seemed that he did not sleep well last night.
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