All the dark spirits who joined the Holy Sanctum were renamed as Holyspirits. In essence, they were no different from Adolf now.
"Alright, there's no time to explain. Since it's near the capital, I'll give you the location. You guys go over there and wait, we'll be right there."
"Oh, didn't I tell you?" Adolf looked surprised. "My master is the Master of the Holy Sanctum, the supreme Holy Emperor in charge of the Holyspirit Palace."
Isaac was covered in blood, and his stomach was almost cut open by the sword of the damned swordthrall.
These high-ranking warlocks from the Fairy Empire were sent by Lin Sheng from the Darkspirit Palace to connect Xylond and Henricqal. Their appearance was similar to that of an ordinary person, and did not cause much of an anomaly.
Faldt watched as a few bloodcorpses slowly walked into the theater, divided into four teams at the edge, and stood at four different angles.
"It's that bastard Adolf?" He remembered that Adolf was taken away by Faldt. How could he still call him now?
…
Isaac looked up at the others with a dumbfounded look.
"Meeting adjourned. Adolf, come with me. "
Light rain fell, and the cold wind blew. The temperature was getting lower, and it was a little biting.
And since yesterday, the Darkspirit Palace had been officially renamed by Lin Sheng to the Holyspirit Palace.
A group of people quickly dissolved, followed by a second, and a third.
Inside a cave in the wilderness.
If he had not used the power of the Sacred Vessel of Destiny in time, he would not have been able to make it back.
Among Xie Qiaoyue and the others, two of them had left early.
Through this trace of residue, that person could vaguely sense where their power had gone.
On the dark ground, a few wielders of the Sacred Vessels of Destiny sat on the ground, exhausted.
Adolf calmed himself down as he quickly took out his phone to check the signal, then opened the cover and dialed a number in his address book.
Faldt snapped his fingers.
The two quickly left the main hall and walked forward.
The center of the theater, which was originally covered with flat tiles, was now filled with a large number of broken pieces of flesh and blood.
Their bodies were like candles, starting from the toes, and gradually dissolving from the bottom up, turning into blood that seeped into the surroundings.
"Come to me," Adolf said over the phone. "Faldt did capture me, and it was my master who saved us. Too many people had died in the battle of the capital. Out of compassion for the suffering of the living, my teacher has decided to do it himself. No matter who wins between him and Faldt, we need to witness this battle together. "
You're a Great Demon King, so if you go out with the title of Little Sheep, see if people will be afraid of you.
However, none of them fled in fear. They just stood there quietly, motionless.
The volume of the phone was not low, so the others could hear the conversation. At this moment, they all had a pained and confused look on their faces.
"No problem." Adolf nodded, although he didn't know why Lin Sheng would make such a request. But for the others, not only was there no harm, there were only benefits.
In the garden, Warlocks in white robes were responsible for building a portal to Xylond.
Although these people were originally just ordinary people, Adolf surprisingly obtained another piece of information from them.
The group of people was stunned by his words.
Lin Sheng stood up, turned around, and walked toward the exit of the conference hall.
He wiped the blood off his face and exhaled heavily.
…
One could tell that it was not an ordinary character. It was definitely a boss level that could only be seen at the bottom of a certain level.
…
"Soon … Soon …"
"Little bucket, one gulp, little pig's trotter, one bite, one two one, one two one two …" The strange ringtone suddenly attracted the attention of the others.
After picking up the phone, Isaac sat on the ground and leaned his back against the wall.
They also saw Adolf's body after he was resurrected. At this moment, they were even more envious.
After hanging up the phone, Adolf breathed a sigh of relief.
The remaining three remained here, hoping to find an opportunity to work for the Holy Sanctum in exchange for a chance for Lin Sheng to resurrect them.
They grabbed their hair with one hand and lifted their heads to make the wound on their throats bigger so that more blood would flow out.
"Hey, Adolf, where are you now? We were going to save you, but after going into Pilash, there were too many swordthralls, and now there are not many living people. This is crazy! Are you okay now? Are you hurt? Tell me where you are, we'll come pick you up right away! "
Soon, after a busy tone, someone picked up the phone.
When they saw Adolf, they were very excited and came up to ask about the situation.
"Very well, then go do it." Lin Sheng nodded. He turned around and took a step forward, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
He finally understood why those organizations and big bosses had to have such domineering names.
The blood that flowed down formed a stream at the edge of the theater, polluting the surrounding air with a thick smell of blood.
In the middle of the city, in a circular open-air theater.
Suddenly, the phone on his body slowly rang.
Immediately, rows of people wearing dirty and tattered clothes appeared behind him with numb expressions.
After four consecutive muffled sounds, four Darksider blood corpses pulled out their daggers and slit their throats.
Ah! Great Little Sheep, your might is unparalleled, your hegemony is eternal, your light shines everywhere, your voice is eternal.
These people's communication methods were all connected by the Great Sages. They did not expect it to be useful now.
When he reached a garden, he slowed down and strolled along the white corridor of the Holy Sanctum.
The capital of Miga, Pilash.
"I want you to contact your companions who also have the Sacred Vessel of Destiny and ask them to come to the sanctuary of the Holy Sanctum. Can you do that?" Lin Sheng asked.
One of them still had the power of the Sacred Vessel of Destiny.
"Master, what can I do for you?" Adolf saw that Lin Sheng had stopped and quickly asked respectfully.
The sky was red, and the air seemed to be filled with some kind of special poison.
The crowd slowly lined up and walked into the theater step by step, into the bloody land in the center.
A petite and adorable blonde girl couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Can you tell me who your teacher is?"
He had thought that Miga was the most stable country in the world, but he did not expect such a tragedy to happen.
After the call, he walked a few rounds and went to find the souls of the other Sacred Vessels of Destiny that he had left in the Holy Sanctum.
Adolf's scalp tingled just thinking about it.
"Your master?" Why didn't you tell me earlier that you had such a powerful master?!
Pfft pfft pfft pfft!
Ever since the destruction of the Heaven's Spire, he knew that there was something wrong with the Great Sage's Astral Mere. So he simply convinced the other Sacred Vessels of Destiny to come with him, and with each other's abilities, they escaped all the way here.
"Isaac, where are you now?"
As soon as the people who walked into the theater stood still, they began to melt from their feet.
That was the feeling of having a mountain to back you up!
…
This might be a key clue to finding the Astral Mere in the future.
Adolf had once saved him when he was wandering in Xylond, and with Isaac getting along well with him, the two were considered good friends.
Isaac took out his phone and glanced at it.
Adolf quickly got up and followed.
"…"
Who was Adolf's master to be able to fight Faldt head-on?
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