After connecting to her consciousness, the pain that spread throughout her body followed.
But for Silent Disaster, this was something that she had long gotten used to. Fighting against the enemies that swarmed at her like a tidal wave on the battlefield, and then waking up in the Red Mist Pond was how she had always lived. Every time she approached her limits, she would become stronger. As for the price of pain, it was nothing.
But this time, it was different …
She stared blankly at the tumbling Red Mist in front of her, her mind constantly recalling the feeling she had when she woke up.
Was it an illusion?
Just now, there was a ripple in the Realm of Mind.
If not for the fact that she happened to be at the bottom of the Birth Tower and was in a half-awake state, it would have been difficult for her to sense the minute change.
Similar ripples were rare, and the last time it was triggered was by the genius general of the race, Ösrook.
That meant … the fall of a senior lord.
What exactly happened in the north?
Was her perception wrong, or was the ripple purely a coincidence?
No, she had to confirm it with Nassaupelle. At the same time, she had to ask him how long she had been unconscious, as well as the situation on the Western Front.
Silent Disaster endured the pain and crawled out of the Red Mist Pond. When she passed by Valkries, she slowed down. Even though Sky Lord believed that it would be equally safe to place the Nightmare Lord's body in Sky City, she insisted on bringing it to the Deity of Gods. There were indeed safety considerations in this, but it was more for another reason.
This way, as long as she was not on the battlefield, she could always be by her side.
"Don't worry, I will bring his head to you."
Silent Disaster said softly.
She had already deeply engraved the appearance of the human male that appeared in the Divine Domain.
This person was undoubtedly the culprit that caused the Nightmare Lord to be lost in the Realm of Mind.
Only by killing this person with her own hands could Valkries obtain true peace.
…
In the experimental field, Silent Disaster found Fake Nassaupelle.
"You recovered rather quickly," Nassaupelle said in amazement. "This recovery speed is rare even among senior lords … Sometimes, I'm really curious, what kind of monster can be created by fusing you with the Symbiotic Demons."
"…" Silent Disaster couldn't be bothered with such nonsense. "How long did I stay in the Red Mist Pond?"
"In less than a week, the Deity of Gods has already entered the borders of the Kingdom of Dawn. You didn't see how the lowlifes are fleeing in panic. All I did was throw a few activated spears and it caused their city to collapse." Nassaupelle let out a sinister laugh. "Flames, trampling, screaming, panic … This is what worms should be like!"
"Has Hackzord contacted you recently?"
"Didn't it say that it would personally inspect the sea of clouds path to improve the transportation efficiency of the ridge of the continent? I don't think it will report to me voluntarily. " Mask shook his towering head and said, "To be honest, that's what he should be doing. The position of Western Commander doesn't suit him at all. The King did not wish for the strength of the main battlefield to be greatly reduced, so he let Sky Lord be in charge of the western front. In the end, isn't it still up to me, Nassaupelle, to clean up the mess? "
Silent Disaster's heart sank slightly.
In less than a week, in addition to the days before she fell unconscious, it was more than two weeks. Even if the ridge of the continent was rather far, to Hackzord, such a long period of time was enough for him to traverse the ridge two or three times.
His combat strength wasn't outstanding, and in the recent half a year, many sentries had observed signs of the increase in demonic beasts in the sea. It wasn't impossible for the Sky-sea Realm to attack the connection point between the two continents from the rear. Could it be …
"Follow me to the Birth Tower." Silent Disaster no longer hesitated. "I want to meet the King."
She had yet to recover from her injuries and needed to borrow the power of the controller of the Deity of Gods to connect with the King's consciousness at this distance.
At this moment, Nassaupelle also noticed something amiss. "What happened?"
"There's a ripple in the Realm of Mind," Silent Disaster said straightforwardly.
"Uh … You know I'm not good at such illusory things."
"That's why I need to contact the King. If it wasn't an illusion, the King definitely knows the meaning of the ripple better than I do, "Silent Disaster replied.
At the top of the Birth Tower, Nassaupelle placed his palm on the tower and concentrated on condensing magic power. Senior lords all had different talents. There were outstanding ones like Valkries who could infiltrate into the depths of the Realm of Mind alone, as well as those like Mask who were nearly blind and slow. Without the help of the Birth Tower, it was nearly impossible for them to communicate with the Realm of Mind.
Silent Disaster waited patiently for a while, but ultimately did not hear a reply.
"What's going on?" She could not help but frown. "Is he not done yet?"
If it wasn't for the anxiety hidden in its heart, it wouldn't have asked so many questions.
But Nassaupelle turned around and said in a tone of extreme surprise.
"Nothing …"
"What's nothing?"
"The Presiding Holy See — I can't find any traces of the King."
Silent Disaster could not help but be stunned.
The King was the core of the entire race, and the Presiding Holy See was equivalent to a lighthouse in the vast sea. Now that the beacon had disappeared, it meant that they had temporarily lost the ability to communicate with the Blackstone region.
Of course, it was impossible for the King to perish; otherwise, the strong ripples that were stirred up would have been felt by all the demon owners.
The only question was, what unforeseen event happened that caused the King to shut down the Realm of Mind?
Clearly, before the Presiding Holy See reappeared, she had no way of knowing the answer.
…
Kingdom of Dawn, City of Glow Castle.
"That's the Deity of Gods …" Roland stood at the top of the castle and looked at the slowly moving shadow in the horizon.
Even though he had already expected it, he still felt a heartfelt shock when he saw it for the first time.
It was not a special effect from a movie screen, but something that truly existed — a floating island that could accommodate Neverwinter and Longsong. It was a perfect example of big being good. Just looking at it from afar was enough to make one's emotions swell. If the surface of the black rock layer was covered with steel frames and steam pipes, it would be a dream creation.
It was no wonder that the demons' higher-ups were so confident in it.
Nightingale leaned closer to him with a look of high vigilance.
"Don't worry," Roland said helplessly. "You won't encounter any danger if you just watch from afar."
"An unfamiliar territory in itself means danger," Nightingale said unhappily. "I can check every stranger that enters and exits Neverwinter Castle, but I can't search all the nobles in the Kingdom of Dawn. Why did you insist on coming to the front lines? "
"Because the development of the situation no longer allows me to stay in the stable Western Region." Roland shook his head. The First Army's first defeat, the Deity of Gods suddenly turning towards the Hermes Plateau, and the neighboring countries erupting into a plague of panic, all of these news made him determined. Be it boosting the morale of the First Army or stabilizing the confidence of the allies of the Kingdom of Dawn, he needed to step forward. In any era or civilization, this action was the most direct and effective method of encouragement.
He then looked at Horford Quinn. "Your officials and ministers should have all arrived, right?"
"They are waiting in the conference hall."
"Very good, let us discuss … what to do next."
"As you wish, Your Majesty." The King of Dawn placed his hand on his chest calmly.
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