"Ahhhhh! Khadula! "
In the Xylond Temple at night, a tragic scream suddenly rang out.
In the woods outside, a few owls fluttered their feathers in fear and took to the air.
The staff who were cleaning the sanctum stopped what they were doing and looked in the direction of the scream.
Behind the sanctum, in the newly built Sacred Palace.
The Night Lord jumped to the ground with a horrified look on his face. He looked back at Khadula, who was squatting in the hole in the middle of the bed.
To be exact, it was one of Khadula's doppelgangers, his adjutant, Khadula 1131.
Before Khadula merged with Khadula, Khadula 1131 was the head maid in the palace of an ancient kingdom, and also the adjutant of defense.
Now, she was separated by Khadula and sent to be the Night Lord's adjutant to help with various chores.
"You don't have to scream so loudly." Khadula 1131 was wearing a tight-fitting gray uniform, which looked like a tight suit with a short skirt over it.
But if one were to consider combat effectiveness, one could see the benefits of this outfit.
Who knew how many small assassination weapons were hidden in that seemingly thin black dress.
The Night Lord had seen with his own eyes how this adjutant had taken down thirteen Transcendents in five seconds.
"Fortunately, I haven't peed through that hole. But don't you think it's a little inappropriate for you to enter a single man's bedroom like this?"
The Night Lord pulled the quilt tighter and sat down on the chair.
Since he had been discovered, he might as well just throw in the towel.
"It's okay. I didn't see anything." Khadula 1131 looked indifferent.
"Alright, tell me. What's so urgent that you have to come to me so late at night? You should know that 7: 30 every night is my beauty sleep time. "
The Night Lord was displeased. He knew the adjutant's character very well. Although they had not known each other for long, her style was very distinct.
If it was really a small matter, she would never come to disturb him so late at night.
"My lord, you are wise." Khadula 1131 bowed slightly. In a flash, he came out of the hole in the bed and stood up.
"It's Lady Khadula One. I hope you can go and check on the progress."
"Hmm … Opening the route to the Pearl Ocean?" The Night Lord's face turned serious.
Since Lin Sheng had successfully established a foothold in Henricqal, he had ordered all the commanders to find a way to open a route between the two sanctums.
A small piece of the Pearl Ocean separated the Xylond Sanctum and Henricqal Sanctum. The distance was about a thousand kilometers.
This route might have been fine before the Blacktide broke out.
But now it was the period when the Blacktide broke out one after another all over the world. No matter where the transportation was, the cost was staggering.
The rich all wanted to move to a safer place.
The rich wanted to move to a safer place.
Under the outbreak of the Blacktide, Xylond, driven by the Holy Sanctum, sent out two small connected fleets.
A large amount, and the Blacktide had sent two fleets.
The large amount of mysterious mist had a powerful interference property. Even satellites couldn't detect it directly from the sky.
. and. Even the Two. The Sea.
. The Six Two, "The" The Night "King. said." The "The" The Fleet we sent earlier.
"In the fleet we sent earlier, the strongest individual among them was only an Oppressor-class."
"But the Oppressor-class could not even send a reply. Then he disappeared. You can imagine how dangerous the Pearl Ocean is now. "
"I understand. I will pass on the message to Lady Khadula One."
All the Khadula could communicate with each other at any time. So when one got the message, the other would receive it immediately.
"Besides, the main body has a new member. She is of the same level as me," the Night Lord said. "If it's possible, I want …"
"To go against the other side? To avoid being surpassed by the later? "The aide-de-camp seemed to understand. "Is it the dignity of the dragon king?"
The aide-de-camp put herself in the Night Lord's shoes and suddenly felt an ancient sense of dignity.
Then she remembered that the master she served was the bloodline of the legendary Shadow Dragon King.
The aide-de-camp lowered her head and said seriously, "I understand. I will not let you down."
"No … I just want …"
"When will she come and take over here?"
The Night Lord raised his hand.
"It doesn't matter if I'm here or not. I think I'm more suitable as a trump card. The kind of trump card that can be left untouched. "
"…"
"You just want to stay untouched …" The aide-de-camp was speechless.
…
…
On a white gravel beach along the coast of Xylond.
"Welcome, Second Lord. Lady Alvin Safreni, welcome to the Xylond branch! "
Twenty gray-robed men knelt on one knee and paid their respect to a white-haired man who was slowly appearing on the beach.
The white-haired man was muscular. There was a silver metal pattern in the middle of his chest, embedded in his muscles.
Gusts of wind blew around his body.
The sound of the wind carried a whistling and shouting sound as it circled around him.
Whoosh!
All the gray-robed men bowed their heads. There was a faint smoke of dark energy behind them.
The green smoke of dark energy flew out and condensed above the area, forming a translucent cover.
Obviously, these gray-robed men were also Transcendents. Since they dared to come to the wilderness alone, they must have prepared a foolproof plan.
The leader of the gray-robed men was a shriveled old woman with a golden forehead ornament.
She held a black staff the length of her forearm. She was short and stooped. Her pair of plastic ball-like eyes looked up slightly as she stared at the Second Lord who had just appeared.
"May I ask the purpose of your visit?"
If it were the other Sevenlocks, she might not have dared to be so casual. But the one in front of her, in fact, was her grandfather.
So in private, the reason why she was sent to greet him was also for this reason.
"I came to Xylond for only one purpose." Second Lord Alvin looked cold and arrogant. "That is, to destroy the headquarters of the Holy Sanctum."
"The headquarters of the Holy Sanctum?" The old woman understood. The Holy Sanctum and the Sevenlocks Tower had a conflict, but it was not a deep one.
As a rising force, the Holy Sanctum had distinct characteristics and played a significant role in the Blacktide. She had long heard about it.
"The headquarters of the Holy Sanctum is located in the city of Shermanton. They occupied a hill there and renamed it Sanctum Hill. The headquarters should be on that hill."
Second Lord Alvin nodded.
"Well done."
He raised his hand and looked at his watch.
"Arrange a car for me there. I have an appointment tonight."
"Understood!" The old woman stood up and was about to move.
Suddenly, Second Lord Alvin stopped and looked up.
"Someone is spying in the distance. Get rid of him."
He strode toward the beach. There was nothing there before, but suddenly, a blue, fortress-style tank appeared automatically.
He quickly got into the car, and the rest of the gray-robed men also split into two teams. One team went to deal with the spying in the distance, and the other followed in the car that appeared later.
"The Holy Sanctum …"
Sitting in the car, Second Lord Alvin's mouth curled up as a sneer appeared on his face.
According to intelligence, since the establishment of the Holy Sanctum in Henricqal, there had been no Palatinate-level masters making a move.
So their analysis was correct.
It was an indisputable fact that the headquarters of the Holy Sanctum was empty.
"How dare you go against the supreme Sevenlocks Tower. Struggle, suffer, let me enjoy it a little longer … "He licked his lips with his tongue.
The half of his tongue that was exposed was like a snake's tongue.
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