Time flew.
In the blink of an eye, more than two weeks had passed.
Lin Sheng had completely disappeared from his retreat, cutting off contact with the outside world. But there were people from the Holy Sanctum who kept in touch with his family.
This was so that it was convenient for them to report Lin Sheng's movements to his family.
It sounded like he was busy with this today and this tomorrow. But in fact, it was Lin Sheng's act to make sure everything was arranged properly so that his family would not worry.
The real him had long fallen into a long slumber in the Holyspirit Palace.
Two weeks was not long, but it was not short either.
What people did not know was how long Lin Sheng, the Holyspirit King, would need to retreat.
For the average forces, Lin Sheng's disguise did work a little. But the top masters had their own vision and senses.
The aura of a supreme expert was not something that could be faked just by disguising.
So when Lin Sheng disappeared from the retreat, the Dark Pantheon and the Astral Mere got the news almost immediately.
Some of the doomsday sects, which had been suppressed when Lin Sheng was around, also took the opportunity to recruit followers.
All the restless forces saw this as an opportunity.
The two Holy Cities, Shermanton and Henricqal, had developed to this extent and had long been a piece of juicy meat in the eyes of many.
It was no wonder that people were tempted.
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Miga's Third Defense City.
A convoy of motorcycles, powered by burning oil, moved slowly in the fog of the Blacktide.
All of them were wrapped in cloth, and even their eyes were covered with a pair of goggle-like isolation glasses.
It was impossible to tell their gender from their appearance. Because everyone's body was covered in heavy protective clothing.
The motorcycles had already traveled a long distance, from one defensive city to another.
They were the Soul Hunters, mobile messengers who risked their lives to travel between the defense cities.
Now that satellite communication was completely cut off, the only way to communicate with each other was through manpower.
At the front of the convoy, a petite team member was whispering to the team leader.
"Every time I go to Defense City No. 3, I feel something is wrong. That place is dead. There's no hope in everyone's eyes. It's a little scary. "
"That's the specialty of that place," the captain said gloomily.
"Special? If it weren't for the City Lord's random commands and the fact that he was a local tyrant, how could Defensive City No. 3 have fallen to such a state? In any case, it's really tragic. "The petite team member sighed.
Although her voice was covered by a mask, he could still hear the delicateness of her voice. It was obviously a girl.
"It's none of our business. Just do your best, "the captain replied.
"What about Defensive City Number Two? We have integrated all the information in Miga. There are only three defensive cities in total, and the most special Sacred City that was discovered not long ago. I think City No.2 might be the most solid one to develop in the future. Even the Holy City can't compare to this. "
"You've never been to the Holy City. How would you know the situation there?" Another team member interrupted.
"I've never been there, but I've heard of it." The girl was not convinced. "The biggest function of a defensive city is to protect everyone from corruption and persecution. Defensive City No.2 is the only city completely under the control of us soul hunters. Whether it's absorbing members' strength or showing compassion for the people, Defensive City No.2 does the best. I think if we ever get tired and want to settle down, we should go to Defensive City No.2. Do you know what the other teams call it now? "
"What?"
"The Defensive City of Wind."
"Why is it called the Defensive City of Wind?"
"Because the City Lord of Defensive City No.2 is a gentle and good man with the code name Wind. He is also one of the strongest soul hunters that has appeared so far," the girl explained.
"Well, let's talk less on the way. We don't have much unpolluted water left. "
After a few days of traveling in the fog of the Blacktide, everyone had to eat water and food that had a very low pollution index during their rest period.
Only then could they adjust and rest. Otherwise, even if they were soul hunters, they would be eroded by the black fog to varying degrees, and they would die faster than the average person.
After the captain spoke, everyone fell into silence again.
Keeping quiet was the most basic principle of traveling in the fog of the Blacktide.
That was because many monsters relied on their hearing to hunt for life.
There were also many monsters that moved quietly. If they did not listen carefully and stay alert, they might not even know how they died.
So no one dared to speak for a long time.
The team slowly moved through the fog, passing through the streets and the wreckage of buildings.
They seemed to have entered the ruins of a human settlement.
The buildings around them were in ruins, broken in half. None of them were intact.
The team slowly drove through the ruins of the city, heading straight in the predetermined direction.
And at the edge of the team, in a dark corner filled with Blacktide fog.
A man in a gray robe with three stars was wrapped in black cloth strips, revealing only a pair of bloodshot brown eyes, staring at the motorcycle team as it gradually disappeared into the distance.
He stood in the darkness, like a leopard about to hunt its prey, calm and calm.
"Defensive City … Soul hunters?" The man in the gray robe let out a muffled laugh.
"Chase them and kill them."
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Suddenly, the shadow behind him elongated, spiraled, became longer and thinner, and split into more than a dozen black lines, quickly chasing the team.
"Sad people …" The man in the gray robe did not even look at the result, turned and walked deeper into the shadows.
This was the Blacktide, and he could not stay here for long. Getting things done was the right way to go.
"Trash that tries to challenge the original order will eventually become the dust of history and disappear!"
Finally, with a sigh, the man in the gray robe faintly heard a series of screams coming from afar.
"Only dark energy is the right way. Half-human, half-monster trash is only a useful tool. "
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Defensive City No. 1.
In the orderly city, people as usual put their things they wanted to buy and sell in the city square and open space.
And then put up the wooden sign with the conditions of exchange written in advance.
Ansel had just returned from outside the city. As a member of the soul hunters, his greatest interest was to come here every day to find things he liked.
Constantly running on the edge of death like stepping on a steel wire, the soul hunters' attitude toward money and resources was extremely unrestrained.
After all, no one knew if they would die in the next operation.
Therefore, when there was wine to be drunk today, he would never think about the future. He would just enjoy himself while he was at it.
This also led to the emergence of some people among the soul hunters who were too open-minded and casual.
They claimed to be believers of the God of Love, and often organized some ambiguous large heterosexual gatherings.
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