Lin Sheng pondered for a moment.
"Let's go up first. These people are probably just greedy for the sanctum's force field and treat this place as a public space.
But above that is a private area guarded by my men, and they can't go up. What we need to do now is to select the talents we need from these people.
Even if they stay up all night, those who can stay up for seven days at a time are considered elites in the industry. These people have strong willpower and are considered talents. "
"Understood." Adolf nodded. His Saint Power had now reached the level where it filled his abdomen.
As long as he trained his body and combat skills, he could be considered a Level 3 Templar in the truest sense of the word.
By orthodox standards.
Level 1 and Level 2 Templars were ordinary people without any supernatural powers. They were just physically strong in martial arts.
Only those who could master supernatural powers could be promoted to Level 3 Transcendent.
Adolf, on the other hand, was walking the opposite of the orthodox path of Blackfeather City.
"Let's go." Lin Sheng took the lead and walked up the stairs. Adolf followed closely behind, along with two bodyguards hired by the family.
The four-man team attracted a lot of attention in the crowd.
Lin Sheng did not mind as he quickened his pace and soon reached the end of the third flight of stairs. There was a barbed wire fence separating the area.
Further up was Lin Sheng's private territory.
Lin Sheng walked to the entrance of the isolation belt and stopped. He thought for a moment, and after saying a few words to Adolf, he walked in one by one.
A moment later, one of Adolf's men carefully took out a printed notice and pasted it on the right side of the entrance.
"Notice? What's in it? "
"Those people made it after they went in. There's a sign saying that it's private territory. "
"Let's take a look."
The crowd below slowly moved as a small group of people walked up the stairs and carefully read the notice.
"This place belongs to the Holy Sanctum.
Pray with all your heart, and God will respond to your determination. Any effort will be rewarded. "
Below is an attached membership application form. The list listed a series of strict requirements for physique, willpower, and so on.
If the requirements were met, tuition fees could be waived. All one had to do was pray to God in the Holy Sanctum.
At the bottom was an explanation sheet.
It listed the origins of the Temple, its history, and what kind of organization it belonged to. There was also the tuition schedule. It was well made.
It took the group quite some time to finish reading. Perhaps most of them had doubts in their hearts, but with the special effects of this mountain forest, they were able to see through it. There were still a few people who believed the content.
"It's like a gang, an illegal gathering organization …" Not far away, several Xylond government personnel who were in charge of monitoring the situation shook their heads when they saw the scene.
"They're not an illegal organization, they're officially registered. It's a legal business, "his companion couldn't help but remind.
"That's why it's even worse." The person who shook his head felt even more helpless.
…
…
In the Sacred Hall on the mountainside.
Lin Sheng stood in front of the prayer platform and closed his eyes to observe the changes that had occurred here.
In the dark space, to his surprise, there were some transparent white particles slowly flying around the inside of the Sacred Temple.
There were not many of these particles, and when Lin Sheng's consciousness got close, they were quickly attracted to him like magnets.
Then Lin Sheng meditated on the Ashen Seal, and turned these white particles into pure Saint power.
"There's about five units of it … there's no concentrated direction of prayer, and yet so many soul particles are gathered …"
Lin Sheng had tasted the sweetness.
"These Saint power are not from my meditation, and cannot be stored in my body. But I can use it when I need it. As long as I'm within the range of the Holy Sanctum, I can use the highest authority to shake this power and suppress all living beings within the range. "
Lin Sheng carefully felt the difference between the two types of Saint power.
He opened his eyes, and a relaxed smile appeared on his face.
"Not bad, it's a success."
"Not bad, huh?"
Khadula was folding little stars in a bored manner, and there was a whole can of colorful paper stars beside him, very much like a primary school student.
"At least I don't have to handle the basic operations here, I just need to come here at a fixed time." Lin Sheng explained directly through his soul.
"But I'm so bored …" Khadula picked up the can of stars and walked to Lin Sheng, and handed it to him.
"For you."
"… Thank you …" Lin Sheng took the big can of stars speechlessly. "Go read and study if you're bored."
"I'm badly injured this time, and it will take at least a month to recover. Do I have to read for more than a month? "Khadula crossed his arms in dissatisfaction.
"If you really have nothing to do, help me train people. Train their martial arts and physique. "Lin Sheng smiled." Soon, a batch of people will be selected. "
"Sure!" Khadula nodded readily.
"Besides, our manpower is too weak, and we need to replenish strong fighters as soon as possible." Lin Sheng said in a low voice.
"Next, I'll leave things here to you. If there's any problem, you can contact me directly through the soul. It's not far anyway."
"Understood." Khadula nodded again.
"Then, I'll leave it to you," Lin Sheng said solemnly. Ever since he forced himself to pretend to be a big boss and scared off the Six-wingers of the Heaven's Spire, there had been a sense of urgency in his heart.
Compared to the powerful Heaven's Spire, not to mention the Palatinates, even if two of those Six-wingers came together, they could destroy the Holy Sanctum in an instant.
So, to completely establish a foothold, Lin Sheng must summon enough Six-wingers.
Given his current strength as a Three-winger, it would undoubtedly be very difficult for him to achieve this.
Lin Sheng had a feeling.
After Celine was ambushed by the Palatinates at the Whitehawk base, the scope of the war would certainly expand.
When that time came, there would be chaos everywhere, plus the strange black spots, black liquid, Blacktide, and fog.
The kind of strange phenomenon that was similar to the division in the dream.
Perhaps only by making the Holy Sanctum stronger could it truly protect the people, and protect his family and friends.
Lin Sheng still remembered that even in Blackfeather City, when the small Holy Sanctum lost its master, it still persisted in carrying out its duties, and this continued for god knows how many years.
After giving a few instructions to Khadula, Lin Sheng let Adolf stay here to receive Khadula's martial arts training.
As a former prince, Khadula naturally had her own knowledge and understanding of martial arts.
Especially since she was a powerful monster who had lived long enough, it was easy for her to create some training methods for the vault guards from her memory.
Lin Sheng quietly went down the mountain from the other side of the mountain and returned to his rented house.
This time, whether it was the needs of the Holy Sanctum or his own strength enhancement, he needed to find a powerful Six-winger to kill.
Otherwise, he did not know how long it would take for him to step into Level 6 Saint Power.
After all, his aptitude was not very good, just average. If he wanted to take the normal path to Level 6 Saint Power, it would at least take more than a decade.
At this stage, even for the dark energy system, from Three-winger to Four-Winger of Suppressor was a leap, and it was extremely difficult.
So, he had to speed up!
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