"Four thousand people …"
"But with so many people to spare, your strength must have dropped a lot, right?" Lin Sheng was speechless as he saw the problem.
"Yes … I only have one-third of my usual strength now." Khadula nodded.
"Then stay in the Holy Sanctum. It's safe here. "Lin Sheng rubbed her little head.
"Got it," Khadula replied obediently.
Lin Sheng nodded. He looked back at the Night Lord, who was reading a book, and the Thunderbeast, who was standing on the grass in a daze.
Although he was multitasking, once one of his avatars was in trouble, the other two would unconsciously pay more attention to the one in trouble.
"Now in the Holy Sanctum, with the Night Lord and Khadula, I can merge with the Thunderbeast and have the strength of a Four-winger. And with the Holy Sanctum system, it's much safer. "
Lin Sheng was confident, especially the Night Lord. While he could not completely control him, he could order him to attack on his own.
This guy was known as the strongest councilor. After losing his personality, his strength would probably increase instead of decrease. Once he was fully unleashed …
Lin Sheng could not help but recall the fear of being killed a dozen times in the dream.
…
…
"A mere Holy Sanctum is just the right sacrifice for me, Quasar, to announce my return to the world!"
At the foot of the Holy Sanctum, a burly figure was hidden in the crowd, looking calmly at the entrance of the Holy Sanctum.
In the war zone, a Four-winger was an Oppressor-class elite, let alone a peak Four-winger like him.
As a peak Four-winger, he could break through to Four-winger at any time. He was an existence that ordinary people could not imagine.
In the face of mortals, he was like a god who could easily kill a large number of them with a flip of his hand.
It was like stepping on a bunch of ants.
"Tremble! Tremble in the name of Quasar, the Sea Lord!" Quasar raised his head slightly and strode toward the entrance of the Holy Sanctum.
None of the ordinary people around him noticed him. It was as if he was really just an ordinary tourist.
This was his ability, a superpower other than dark energy, called Drowning.
It was also the trump card that allowed him to escape from the Blood-Eye. Even a powerhouse who was a few levels stronger than him would not be able to discover his location.
Quasar could cross more than ten steps at a time.
The sun was bright and beautiful, and the air on the mountain was fresh. There was a faint force field enveloping the area, making one's body and mind feel refreshed and relaxed.
Quasar was a knowledgeable man.
Now that he realized how extraordinary the Sanctum Hill was, he couldn't help but sigh.
"It's been twenty years … Has the dark powers developed so well?"
Ever since he was stabbed by Blood Eye and sunk to the bottom of the sea twenty years ago, he was almost out of touch with the world. He could only rely on the crew to go out and get all kinds of information.
But now, he finally had the chance to escape and return to the surface.
As he kept moving forward, Quasar soon saw the well-built Sanctum of Shadow in the distance.
"We're here. The person with the Paragon Treasure of Destiny is over there!" His eyes narrowed as he looked at the deserted area where the number of people had decreased sharply.
Adolf happened to walk out of the Holy Temple, holding a thick dictionary-like book in his hands.
"That's him!" Quasar was born with great stealth and perceptive abilities.
Many years ago, he had come into contact with a Paragon Treasure of Destiny from afar, so he could sense the same smell on Adolf.
"This is the smell … The Paragon Treasure of Destiny … I, Quasar, should have gotten it first …"
Quasar squinted. At this moment, he felt that the air around him had become fresher. The sun was warmer. The grass on the ground was greener, and the clouds in the sky were brighter.
Except for a little pain in his back, everything else was perfect!
Hmm? A little pain in my back?
Quasar touched his vest with his hand.
There was a hole there.
A hole that could probably fit a fist in.
"Hmm! Cave!!!???
He suddenly came to his senses.
He pulled his hand back, and his palm was covered in blood.
At this moment, a golden-haired man in pitch-black armor and a mask slowly walked past him on his right.
The man's eyes were calm, and he did not notice Quasar at all. He slowly walked past Quasar, step by step.
"Sure enough! An accident! It's just an accident! He didn't notice me at all! "Quasar's panic subsided.
"This man didn't attack me at all. How could there be someone in this place who could hurt me? Then the question is, how did I get my injuries? "Quasar fell into deep thought.
"It seems that my old injuries have flared up again?"
He quickly determined the cause. He regained his confidence.
"Blood-eye … Just you wait, I will be back! I will come back to take your life! "He gritted his teeth. He strode in Adolf's direction.
"With the Paragon Treasure of Destiny, I can completely recover from my injuries! I will be able to reach a higher level! It will no longer be a dream to become the true King of the Sea! Hahahaha! "
His eyes were full of fire, and he was laughing wildly in his heart.
"Hiss!"
Suddenly, a line of blood splashed out from Quasar's chest. The blood splattered on the ground and was buried by the grass.
"Another old injury? What a vicious Blood-eye! Just you wait, I will be back! "
He gritted his teeth and continued to press on. He looked up and saw the blond masked man standing on the side of the road.
If he wanted to catch the man with the Paragon Treasure of Destiny, he had to pass by the blond masked man.
"Soon, soon!" Quasar endured the pain. Such a minor injury was nothing to him with his extraordinary regenerative ability.
Even if he lost an arm or a leg, it would only take him a few seconds to regrow them.
He strode forward and reached out in Adolf's direction.
"Hehehe, the Paragon Treasure of Destiny is mine!"
His stomach hurt a little, but it did not matter. As long as he caught the Paragon Treasure of Destiny and refined it into his body, all his injuries would not be a problem.
Quasar dragged his battered body step by step toward Adolf in agony. With every step he took, chunks of flesh and blood would fall from his body.
Even Lin Sheng was shocked by what he saw.
What kind of willpower was that?
This was no longer something that could be described with admiration.
The bearded man had suffered from the Night Lord's passive ability for ten seconds. He was seriously injured and had lost too much blood. He was on the verge of death.
But he was still moving forward step by step.
There was a bloody hole the size of a fist on his back. His lower abdomen and waist were almost cut in half, and the flesh on his limbs was almost cut to the bone by the Shadow Dragon Whiskers. His windpipe could even be seen on his neck.
But he was still holding on!
Lin Sheng, who was controlling the Night Lord, could see the unyielding light in the man's eyes.
Even though the flesh on his body was almost gone. Even though he had lost at least 90% of his blood.
Even though half of his organs were hanging out of his stomach.
Still, his expression did not change.
Truth be told, Lin Sheng did not notice him at first. The Night Lord might be strong, but his perception was really weak.
And he was in a state where all his passive abilities were hidden. He was afraid that if he accidentally revealed too much, it would cause excessive soul consumption.
Later, although he saw Quasar suddenly appear, he did not pay much attention to him.
Since the fire at Sanctum Hill, many Darksiders had come to investigate openly and secretly. It was not a big deal to have one more invisible person.
Until the end, when Lin Sheng saw the man's unyielding and determined willpower, he was deeply shocked by the man's powerful soul.
At this time, Khadula, who had heard the news, also came. He looked at Quasar from afar. His face was also filled with shock and admiration.
Adolf's blood was boiling, and his eyes were red. Although he didn't know what this man was using to support his body.
But this kind of willpower … was definitely something that he could learn from!
"I … I …" Quasar took another step forward.
He was four steps away from the blond masked man.
But these four steps, no matter how hard he tried, he could not reach them.
This was because his legs had completely left his torso.
He could no longer speak. His lips moved, trying to make a sound. But his trachea and throat had been cut by the invisible Shadow Dragon Whiskers. He could not make a sound at all.
But he still did not give up. He fell to the ground, his hands still crawling forward!
Lin Sheng stood on the side, silent for a long time. He looked at Quasar, who was crawling on the ground. He took the initiative to control the Night Lord to move away, putting some distance between them.
Soon, Quasar struggled and crawled forward a little more.
In the end, when he was only five meters away from Adolf, he lost all signs of life. Like a child, he lay forever on the grass in front of the sanctum.
Lin Sheng was silent.
So was everyone else.
Even Khadula, who usually liked to joke, was not in the mood.
"Bury him." Lin Sheng sighed and said in a low voice.
"Yes." Two disciples of Saint Power hurried forward, carefully lifted Quasar's body, put it on a stretcher, and slowly carried it away.
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