One of the Sevenlocks of the Sevenlocks of the Sevenlocks Tower, Vice Seat Aelf Safreni.
He was born in a relatively wealthy hereditary aristocratic family and had received an excellent aristocratic education since he was a child.
But as the times changed, when he grew up, he happened to be in the period when the aristocracy was gradually stripped of its power and became an empty shell.
The aristocratic education he received had always made him a qualified aristocrat as the standard to restrain himself and demand himself.
But the tide of the times could not be defied.
After countless efforts to no avail, under the solicitation of the Sevenlocks Tower, he cut off all means of retreat and chose to join.
Destroy everything and rebuild a new order.
That had always been the theme of the Sevenlocks Tower.
It was also the purpose and hope of all members who chose to join. It was also his own wish and idea.
When Aelf came back to his senses, he found himself on a small riverside boulevard in Shermanton.
Passing through the holy light defense line, he walked straight toward the Sanctum Hill.
He did not choose to make a big show of himself. Instead, he quietly approached the target step by step.
Before he came in, he had heard that the Sanctum had a way to fight against the Blacktide.
But when he really entered the defense line, he realized that the Sanctum's means were not just that. They had reached the point where they could rally the hearts of the people.
He was someone who had experienced the period when the aristocracy fell from the high and mighty to the mundane. So he knew the horror of having such means at that time.
Along the boulevard, he even saw a few young couples pushing strollers out for a stroll.
Compared to the barren and dangerous wasteland outside, the environment here was like the time before the Blacktide broke out.
"It's … unimaginable …"
Walking along the boulevard, Aelf used his special ability, a crystal shroud that could place himself in an unknown dimension and hide all traces of his aura.
He looked like an ordinary traveler who came for a sightseeing tour.
But everyone who passed by him would not remember his face or figure.
They would only have the vague notion that someone had just passed by them.
After walking along the boulevard, Aelf soon arrived at the public park at the foot of the Sanctum Hill.
There were more people here than in other places.
Elsewhere in Shermanton, the residents seemed to be doing fine.
However, at the foot of the Sanctum Hill, the seemingly normal residents had all become fanatical.
They kept closing their eyes and praying in the direction of the Sanctum Hill, chanting. Some of them seemed to have just arrived and were camping on the spot with their tents.
Some of them seemed to have been here for a long time. His clothes were ragged, and he stank of sweat, fox odor, and his feet. It was unbearable.
Aelfe looked up at the deepest part of the park, at the hill that seemed to be only a few hundred meters tall.
It was clearly an ordinary hill, but it gave him a feeling that it wasn't ordinary at all.
"Looks like that's the place." Aelfe was certain.
Without hesitation, he strode towards the small mountain.
As a Palatinate, he could indeed leap up or fly directly to the top of the mountain.
However, in order to gain a better understanding of the Holy Sanctum, Aelfe patiently shuttled through the crowd in the park and quickly approached the Sanctum Hill.
They were getting closer and closer to the Sanctum Hill.
The Saint power Particles in the air, which were originally thin, gradually became denser.
A suppressive force that wasn't weak covered the surroundings indiscriminately. It also covered him.
Although he was in a different dimension because of his Crystal Arcana, he could still feel some of the suppressive effect.
This overbearing pure Saint power had even suppressed the dark energy in his body.
The Palatinates were powerful enough. But the source of their strength was that they could open the Tidal Gate at any time, communicate with the sea peacefully, and obtain almost infinite dark energy support.
But in this environment, if he wanted to open the Tidal Gate and communicate with the Eventide, he had to overcome the suppressive force of Saint power everywhere.
As a Palatinate, he was not affected by the suppressive force. But the dark energy of the Eventide that he pulled over had to be affected by the Saint power.
So in other words, even the Palatinates would be affected, and their combat power would be reduced a lot.
"What an ingenious and exquisite idea!" Aelfe exclaimed again.
Soon, he arrived in front of the long white steps.
In a state where the guards on duty could not see.
Aelfe walked up the steps. He was fast, crossing five or six steps in a single step. In the blink of an eye, he was halfway up the hill.
From here, he could see the whole of Henricqal. Aelfe sighed.
"What a beautiful view. Unfortunately, such beauty will soon be destroyed by my own hands … It's hard not to feel guilty … "
He continued to walk up with his hands behind his back, admiring the scenery and architecture of the Sanctum Hill that was getting purer and more natural.
Finally, he came to the chapel that represented the Sanctum on the hillside.
"It's all over."
He reached out and grabbed the doorknob.
His body quickly left the dimension and returned to reality under the effect of his special ability.
If he wanted to get in touch with reality, he had to leave that state of observation.
* Click. *
The door opened.
Aelfe walked in slowly, his face calm and indifferent.
* Boom! *
A terrifying aura burst forth from his body and instantly swept through every inch of the chapel.
That was the aura of a Palatinate, and it was also the aura of Aelfe.
"I am Aelfe, the Second Seat of the Sevenlocks Tower. Tremble, fear, and then kneel and beg for my forgiveness! "
Inside the Sanctum.
The Night Lord, the Steel Lord, Khadula, and Adolf were gathered together, seemingly in a meeting.
Hearing Aelfe's words, the rest of them blinked, not knowing how to react at this time.
"…"
"…"
For a moment, the Night Lord and the Steel Lord stared blankly at Aelfe who rushed in.
Aelfe lifted his chin and glanced at the few people in front of him.
"So, you are frightened by my aura?"
He patted the dust off his clothes.
"Forget it, I'll give you all a chance. Come at me together."
His voice was ringing, but no one responded for a while.
There was an awkward silence in the prayer hall of the Sanctum.
The Night Lord and the Steel Lord exchanged a look.
"You know this guy?"
"I just came back from overseas, how could I know him?" The Steel Lord shook his head.
"Then how did he get in?"
"I don't know … But from what I can see, this guy's energy signature is not weak. He should be able to withstand a few blows from you. "
The Night Lord rubbed his chin.
Suddenly, he turned around and faced Aelfe.
"Did you just say, come at me together?"
Aelfe snorted and walked to the glass window on the side of the Sanctum, his back facing them.
"Of course I said it."
"Then do you dare not move when I blow at you?" The Night Lord asked seriously.
"Are you kidding me?" Aelfe said unhappily. "Remember, you only have one chance. This is the magnanimity of me, as the Second Seat, to bestow upon you. "
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