The highest mechanism of Carte Blanche, the Moon Basin.
In the vast white space.
There was no sky, no earth, only a huge floating city hanging in the middle of the space.
Looking down from above, the city looked like a huge circular pond. There were seven purplish-red ribbons in the middle that were slowly rotating.
The seven ribbons revolved around the black vortex in the middle, unleashing an immeasurable amount of dark energy. It was suppressing and sealing some kind of force field.
At this time, in the middle of one of the purple ribbons.
A tall man in a moon-white half-body armor was slowly walking toward the center.
"Azem, what are you doing here? You are no longer a member of the Moon Basin! "
A strong woman in the same moon-white half-body armor stepped out from the round door that appeared on the white wall, blocking the man.
She stared coldly at the man, her eyes were filled with complicated emotions.
"Merry, it's you … Oh, right, only you have my sensor ring. Once I enter the Moon Basin, you will be the first one I notice."
The man did not care. He smiled and stopped in his tracks.
"What are you doing here? Answer me. " The woman, Merry, created something out of nothing. A slender, gorgeous spike appeared in her hand, surrounded by serpentine silk threads.
"I … I am here to deliver a message from my lord," the man, Azem, said calmly.
"Your lord …!" Merry's heart sank, her expression changed as if she had thought of something.
"Could it be … that the rumor is true? You have really joined the Sevenlocks Tower?? "
Azem did not reply. He just raised his arm and waved gently.
* Swoosh. *
A black line shot out and fiercely nailed itself into the white wall at the side.
"This is a notice. Be it you, the Heaven's Spire, or Hellfire. The content of this notice is the same. My lord, everything that needs to be done is in here. "
"What is this? A warning in advance? "A white-haired figure automatically appeared behind Azem, standing on the passage.
"You can take it as a warning," Azem said. "There are many things, be it you or the Heaven's Spire, but the Sevenlocks Tower does not want to delve into it. Otherwise … "
"You can try again, Mi Yue. If there is a Battle of Three Months, there will be a second one!" The white-haired figure said coldly.
"Battle of three months … hehe." Azem didn't say anything else. Ninety years ago, during the Battle of Three Months, the Lord retreated with heavy injuries, and the three secret realms suffered heavy losses at the same time.
The Sevenlocks Tower, on the other hand, suffered minimal damage.
Was there a need to say who would win or lose?
On the surface, it seemed like the Maze Realm Alliance had won, but what was the result?
"Take care of yourself."
Azem's body slowly shattered, turning into countless fragments. It cracked like a mirror, falling and disappearing.
Merry and the old man stared at the place where he had left and did not speak for a long time.
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"The storm has begun again …" Auldmandilla sighed. He rubbed the letter in his hand lightly, and it turned into countless black ashes that dissipated.
"What is the Moon Pond's decision? The Sevenlocks Tower was up to something again. Now, the Heaven's Spire was full of ambition, and the Hellfire was stuck in its old ways. It's still unknown whether the Maze Realm Alliance can be reorganized … "He turned around and looked at his old friend, Frendiman, behind him.
Frendiman was a rather old-fashioned scholar. In all of Carte Blanche, he was also a top-notch professor in the Corrosion Department with extremely high academic achievements.
Corrosion, violence, and hallucination. Among the three major dark energy systems, corrosion ranked first. Its complexity and degree of change far exceeded the others.
Frendiman's achievements today were not undeserved.
It was all because he had participated in the world-changing world war.
"The three mysterious realms have been suppressing the Blacktide for a long time. Even if Mi Yue had really recovered from his injuries, he could not really go all out. Otherwise, it would be a situation of mutual destruction. "
Frendiman was relatively more optimistic.
"The Sevenlocks Tower is our old enemy. It's fine if they are in the open. I'm actually more worried about those terrorist organizations that frequently appear. When that happens, I'm afraid it will be even more chaotic. "
Auldmandilla nodded.
"The Sect of Truth, the Sect of Stars, and the Sect of Thousand Graces. These three sects have the worst influence. We have besieged them many times, but they are too secretive and difficult to eradicate. "
"The headmaster and the others also mentioned in the last meeting that they hope to completely clean up the Migan territory again. But the detection of the soul vessel is too troublesome, "Frendiman said.
"Won't it be troublesome? Every time we are besieged, there will be a leak. This level of intelligence, the person who can report … "
"Be careful!" Frendiman's expression changed slightly as he interrupted his friend.
The two were silent for a while before finally changing the topic.
"Let's not talk about this. Who are you going to bring to this regular school meeting?" Frendiman asked in a low voice.
"I only have two disciples," Auldmandilla said without hesitation.
"That freshman named Lin Sheng? I heard that his dark energy reached more than five hundred when he first awakened? Another top genius … "Frendiman was a little impressed.
"Actually, it's not that much. Over the years, there have been many freshmen who could reach five hundred. It's nothing. "
Auldmandilla waved his hand hypocritically. But in his heart, he was feeling very good.
"Heh heh." Frendiman sneered. He could not be bothered to watch the old man's performance.
He stood up, walked to the window of the castle, and looked down.
In the drill ground, there were students gathered in a corner, watching the two who were fighting on the field.
Margret held a rapier in her hand, and every strike was like lightning, stabbing at her opponent like a storm.
The one standing opposite her was none other than Lin Sheng, whom they had just mentioned.
Lin Sheng only defended and did not attack. Pieces of green crystals kept appearing around him, accurately blocking Margret's attack.
Not long after, the two had exhausted their dark energy, and bowed to each other.
"Senior, you're strong. Lin Sheng admits defeat. My dark energy can't keep up," Lin Sheng said, 'panting'.
"Junior Lin Sheng is the one. He's only a freshman this year, and he can already show such strength. No wonder he's the number one genius among the freshmen!"
Margaret's' sweaty 'sigh of admiration.
The two of them flattered each other, and as they looked at each other, there was a faint sense of mutual appreciation.
Both of them could see that the other was hiding their strength, but both of them had absolute confidence in their hidden cards.
And that was how the scene unfolded before their eyes.
The surrounding students applauded. Their eyes were still filled with the postures and strength of the two, and they were shocked.
Lin Sheng went out a few days ago, looking for a new stronghold of the Sect of Thousand Graces, but he did not expect the sect to move so quickly.
According to the information in his memory, he had found four strongholds, and they were all empty.
This made Lin Sheng regretful, and he could only return to the Soul Fortress to continue his training.
Without more soul power consumption, his dark energy Saint Power was steadily increasing, but his blood had stagnated.
Fortunately, the dragon blood had stabilized, and the ratio was stable at about 30%. Saint Power had also successfully broken through to Level 9. His dark energy was slowly breaking through to the limit of Three Wing.
According to the standard, the level of Three Wing was 2,000 to 20,000, and there was a huge gap between the numbers.
Lin Sheng's dark energy, as the dragon blood transformed his body and nourished his soul, had also benefited a little. Now, it was stuck at the level of 18,000.
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