"Ah … such a powerful force … so wonderful …"
"The Holy Emperor? So this is what you're really relying on? "
Deep in the Astral Mere.
A cluster of light blue nebula-like vortexes slowly rotated under the control of the dark hall.
A gigantic dark golden clock floated in the air above the palace.
An old man shrouded in pure holy light, holding a golden crutch carved with a huge dragon head, was quietly feeling the powerful force that he had just mastered.
"Saint power, the power to purify everything. Mastering Saint power means mastering the world. This saying is not without reason. "
The Great Sage, no, it should be the Sage King now, was deeply intoxicated by the terrifying power of the Holy Power.
In order to take over the Sacred City smoothly and reap the benefits, he would take over all the power of the Sanctum.
The Sage King had already investigated the situation of the top management of the Sanctum.
The so-called top management of the Sanctum had little contact with the top Holy Emperor.
Most of the time, they were doing their own jobs, independent, and probably did not even know what the Holy Emperor looked like.
After all, the Holy Emperor had always been wearing a thick mask, and no one could see his true face.
And this was to pave the way for him to replace him.
"As long as I kill the Holy Emperor without anyone knowing, and then replace him, no one will know that the Holy Emperor is actually a different person."
The Sage King had done everything he could to get the cultivation method of Saint power from the Sanctum, just to prepare for this operation.
He had also found out that the place where the Holy Emperor went into seclusion was a small mysterious realm. It was probably a place with a small volume, and the portal was in the back garden of Shermanton and Henricqal.
It was easy to destroy it.
For things like the teleportation portal, as long as one index parameter was wrong, it would lead to extremely serious consequences.
So with a little damage and messing up the coordinates, Lin Sheng would never be able to return to the real world.
"Anyway, anything can happen in the Blacktide." The Sage King had already calculated everything.
He had not only planted spies all over the Sanctum. He had also found out about the Palatinates in the top management of the Sanctum who were dissatisfied with the Holy Emperor.
Among them, the Night Lord was definitely the most dissatisfied with the Holy Emperor.
"The Night Lord is powerful, but he is the most lazy and never interferes. Obviously, if it was not for the Holy Emperor, the two would not get along. An expert like him would definitely be put in an important position. He wouldn't be this lazy.
If not for the fact that they did not get along, an expert of this level would not have been left idle in the Sacred Hall.
So, the Night Lord is a worthy ally. "
The Sage King made a mental note of this.
Because the appearance of the Sacred Temple was extremely sudden, even the predictions of the Astral Mere did not leave any traces. Therefore, he could only arrange everything himself.
Fortunately, everything had gone smoothly so far.
"Soon, soon … the world will belong to me alone …" The Sage King touched a black pendant that looked like a clock hanging on his chest and murmured.
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Third Defense City.
The originally towering viaduct supported by cement pillars had been hit by something in the middle. A large section of it had broken off and was completely scrapped.
A small stream meandered under the viaduct.
Ansel and his team members were wearing protective suits, walking quietly through the black weeds.
"Today's weather is pretty good." One of the team members looked up at the faint greyish-black sky. "It's much brighter than before. But I say, boss, why do we have to leave the defense city and go to the Sacred Hall? Didn't the Sacred Hall not accept people like us who are too corrosive? "
"We are going to die anyway. It is better for us to find a comfortable place and lie down. There is no need to come out just to suffer. Don't we have enough money? "
His words immediately attracted the approval of the rest of the team members.
Their team was different from the others.
All of them had almost reached the limit of their corrosion.
Their combined lifespan would not exceed two months.
No defense city would allow such a team to join. Because they could mutate at any time and become a Blacktide monster that had completely lost its intelligence.
"I have my reasons." Ansel was the one with the best corrosion rate among them. This was not only because his body was the strongest, but also because his lifestyle was the best.
He did not go out and play during his rest time because his body was too worn out and weak, which would greatly accelerate the corrosion rate.
But even if his condition was better than the team members. He still led the team to continue to hunt and continue to look for good materials that could be used. He was not afraid that the corrosion rate would accelerate.
Even if there was something good, he would give it to his team members first, so that they could buy safe water and food to ensure their survival.
Therefore, this was also the reason why his team members were willing to follow him.
"Cut the crap, Regan. I have found a way that may let us all live in peace for the last few months." Ansel stepped on the grass in front of him and continued to move forward.
"Way? What way? Is it to live in the Sacred City? "A female team member had half of her face covered with tumors, and she had to wear a fully enclosed helmet.
She was originally a sweet girl with a beautiful face and a sweet voice. She was surrounded by many suitors.
But because of the betrayal of her best friend, she was deliberately thrown into the Blacktide.
Fortunately, the Blacktide was at low tide at that time, so she did not become a monster.
But half of her face had been eroded by the Blacktide and became a disfigured face.
"You guessed it. It is to go to the Sacred City," Ansel said calmly. "If it is in the Sacred City, if you can become an ordinary resident there, you will be able to eat the cleanest water and food every day. Your life will also be greatly extended, at least two or three years."
Two or three years …
What an extravagant number.
The team members were a little silent.
"Then … what do you have in mind?" Reagan asked again. His expression was no longer as frivolous as usual, and it became solemn.
"I have heard a great piece of information. It is definitely valuable enough for us to be accepted by the Sacred City." Ansel's memory flashed, and he recalled the news he got the day before yesterday when he quietly followed the stall owner Sora and sneaked into the underground Church of Salvation.
"Don't worry. Believe me, we will become better!" he said in a firm tone.
The team stopped talking nonsense and just hurried on in silence.
They were originally in Defense City No. 1, which was not far from the Sacred City of Henricqal.
So as long as they hurried on without any obstacles, they would be able to arrive quickly.
A distance of a few hundred kilometers might be a difficult distance for ordinary people, but it was nothing for half-human, half-monster beings like them.
The team moved forward, and when they encountered monsters, they carefully avoided them.
Soon, before dusk, they saw the shadow of the huge high wall of the Sacred City of Henricqal.
"Let's go." Ansel squeezed the Soulhunter Stone amulet that was almost completely eroded, and led the way toward the Sacred City.
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