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"Did you find anything?"
After Hackzord walked out of the Distortion Door, an upgraded aide-de-camp came up to him and asked.
"No …" He opened his palm and looked at it for a while. "Perhaps the Eye Demon sensed wrongly."
"This is not a rare situation. You can rest in the Red Mist Pond and let me keep watch for you." The aide-de-camp paused. "That … Lord Valkries often soaks in the pond. I think … it's good for you to relax occasionally."
It was a good suggestion. He wanted to soak in the pond whenever he had nothing to do, close his eyes, and feel the mysteries and vastness of the Realm of Mind. The problem was that if something went wrong on the Western Front, the King would not blame the Nightmare Lord, but would vent all his anger on him.
The Sky Lord was silent for a while. "For you, connecting four Eye Demons at the same time is too strenuous. And now that the plan has reached its most crucial stage, it's better for me to control it personally. This is the last station of the Western Front, we must not disappoint the King. "
At the mention of the King, the aide-de-camp's expression immediately turned solemn. "You're right! I've been too lax! "
No, the only one who was lax was the one who soaked in the pond all day.
Hackzord thought to himself expressionlessly.
Ever since Ösrook was attacked by the humans in Taquila and this place became the center of the Western Front plan, he had put in all his effort and effort. Just the precious Eye Demons alone had been taken from the frontlines by trickery to ensure that no matter which direction the enemy came from, they would be immediately sensed.
As the most sensitive observer, the thousand eyes of the Eye Demons were not limited by size, distance, or brightness. As long as someone saw them, regardless of whether they were invisible or separated by layers of barriers, they would instantly be exposed to the Eye Demon's consciousness. And their clansmen who were connected to them would immediately sense it.
As this process was extremely exhausting, generally speaking, only those who had advanced were qualified to connect to the Eye Demons. Even so, the world that the Eye Demons could observe was extremely complicated. If they were to receive everything, they could only stand still and do nothing. Therefore, the Eye Demons would do a preliminary screening and judge every creature that saw them. Only those that were clearly threatening or had abnormal behavior would be submitted to the connection.
What Hackzord felt just now was the latter.
But just as the aide-de-camp had said, it was not rare for Eye Demons to issue false alarms. After all, the behavior of living creatures was strange and difficult to understand. For example, there were people as unfathomable as the King, as well as freaks like Mask. It was normal for the Eye Demons, who lacked the ability to think systematically, to be unable to distinguish them one by one. In order to accommodate all the eyes that filled their heads, they had sacrificed too much in other areas. As a result, not a single Eye Guard had become a Great Dark Monarch despite possessing magic power.
Of course, this did not stop them from being an extremely rare species. The birth rate of their young was only higher than that of the Hatchery and the Mother of Soul.
After temporarily putting this matter aside, Sky Lord changed the topic. "How's the revival of the Birth Tower going?"
"The construction has been completed. Everything is going smoothly."
"Very well, come with me to take a look around."
"Yes, sir!"
Due to the influence of the God's Stone of Retaliation, he could not go straight to the bottom of the valley. He could only walk down the long staircase.
As they continued to descend, their surroundings became scarlet — it was caused by the Red Mist floating in the air. The towering cliffs formed a natural container, and as long as they kept replenishing themselves, the Red Mist would easily accumulate. After half a year of modification, the mist density in the lower half of the valley was close to that of a city, enough to supply tens of thousands of First Born.
But this was not Hackzord's ultimate goal.
Only by erecting a Birth Tower on top of a God's Stone mine could his race break free from the restrictions of transportation and obtain an endless supply of resources. Only then could he truly establish a foothold here.
When he descended to the bottom, a bluish-purple light replaced the sun. Under the illumination of the God's Stone of Retaliation, a magnificent stone tower appeared in front of him.
Even Hackzord felt a trace of shock from the bottom of his heart.
"No matter how many times I see it, I still find it unbelievable." The adjutant sighed. "Originally, our race only had the opportunity to witness its birth on the day of the Origin of Magic's arrival."
"Indeed, but this is no longer the time for the second Battle of Divine Will," Hackzord said with a nod.
That's right, this was a Birth Tower that should not have appeared in this place. It did not grow from a God's Stone mine, but was a matured physical structure. Although it had to rely on the huge tower base to maintain its upright position, and its grayish-brown mottled body looked like it was dead, Hackzord knew that this was only temporary. When the time was right, it could rely on the Mother of Soul to reconnect with the mine.
This was the evolution they had obtained from the legacy shard. In the past 400 years, whether it was their understanding of magic power or the use of Magic Stones, their race had undergone earth-shattering changes. And the most obvious change was their efforts to break free from the restrictions of the Red Mist.
But there was one thing he did not say. It seemed that the same was true for humans.
Walking into the base of the tower, Sky Lord saw the Mother of Soul in a deep slumber.
It was the root of everything and the most important individual in the race. Only when the Divine Will appeared and the magic power between heaven and earth was at its peak would it welcome its maturation and completely integrate with the God's Stone of Punishment. After that, it would take several years to transform the mine from a stone pillar into a tower, and then use magic power to breed the Red Mist that covered the sky.
With the new technology, this lengthy process was no longer necessary. A Birth Tower that could be put to use quickly meant that the race's preparation time would be greatly reduced. As long as there were sufficient resources, they could even use the floating monsters as a weapon to quickly transform the enemy's territory into their own.
Around the Mother of Soul, there were nearly a hundred Inferior Demons without magic. They carefully took care of the Mother of Soul, taking care of it and taking care of it. There were tens of thousands of such Inferior Demons at the bottom of the great rift. Through the window of the tower base, Hackzord saw an extremely busy scene: Newborns and Tombstones were digging tunnels and transporting resources, while Bogle Beasts were flying here and there, passing down orders. In the center of the rift stood a row of Symbiotic Demons that Mask had recently cultivated. Once the order was given, this group of powerful war machines would swarm toward the enemy like a swarm of bees. For a moment, he had the illusion that this was the front line of the war.
But that was not entirely wrong, Hackzord thought. If the defense line on the continent collapsed, their future would be bleak. Similarly, if they could not defeat and devour the humans here, the future of the race would not be bright either.
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