Inside the secret room, Wu opened her eyes.
She didn't need to wake up, the time she set for herself was more accurate than an alarm clock, similar to the future she saw when she entered this dungeon world.
A mastermind behind the scenes that hid from everyone's sight.
His way of existence was strange.
His abilities were strange.
As for his power?
He was extremely powerful.
He was stronger than the strongest person she knew.
Perhaps after a period of time, her good friend would be able to reach such a level, but it was definitely not now.
So, she had no other choice.
If she didn't want to cause harm to the people she cared about.
She knew what would happen to him if she didn't fall into this state of suspended animation.
It would be an irreversible outcome.
She couldn't bear it.
In fact, even now, she still couldn't bear it.
When she saw him being sliced up like a loach, she was in so much pain that she couldn't breathe.
The shackles on her hands and the mystical runes that imprisoned her were freed with a wave of her hand.
Perhaps she didn't have any offensive skills, nor could she use similar items, but that didn't mean that she was an ordinary person. On the contrary, in order to have enough ability to protect herself, other than the necessary items, her physique was extremely strong compared to ordinary people.
The door to the secret room slowly opened.
Wu walked out.
There were no secrets in this place to Wu, whether it was the secret room in front of her or the natural building outside.
Her steps might seem slow but she was actually very fast.
When she walked into the small room that belonged to her, the alerted Spec Ops members and the scattered Special Affairs Division members gathered around her.
"I want the whole of Eiders to hear my voice in 30 seconds."
Wu said.
Her request might seem excessive but for the person before her, it wasn't hard at all.
Everyone moved out quickly.
Wier and Mier, who rushed over, looked at Wu in confusion.
Both of them weren't familiar with Wu.
However, when they saw Wu in front of them, they assumed Wu was the big shot in the rumors, despite the slight difference.
Wu also saw the two of them.
She glanced over Wier and looked at Mier.
"You want to become a Monster Hunter, D can help you.
"But it's not the best help."
"If you want, I can give you a letter of recommendation."
Wu said.
"I think D is good enough."
The advisor was stunned for a moment before she shook her head.
Although the big shot in front of her had good intentions, she inexplicably felt that it was better not to accept it.
It wasn't an ability, just a premonition.
It had to be said that the woman's premonition was very accurate.
Wu took another look at him before retracting her gaze.
"My lord, Mier didn't mean anything else. She just …"
As Mier's only relative, Wier thought he should explain himself, but before he could, Wu stopped him with a wave of her hand.
"I know."
"You did well, Will."
"I think you can become the mayor of Eiders."
Wu didn't want to get involved in this topic any further.
After all, she had never thought of using the simplest method to sever their relationship.
It was just a trial.
The result would be bad, but it wouldn't be that bad.
Could Mier possibly be more troublesome than that delicate and weak girl who could be scared to tears by a caterpillar by the roadside?
Stop joking.
Compared to the latter, the former was nothing.
"Mayor?"
"Are you saying that Slow …"
"He died because of Eiders. You should be able to inherit his will and continue to protect Eiders."
Wu said in a half-truth, half-lie way.
As a fortune-teller, she knew this very well.
The truth might not always be beautiful and the lies might not always be fabricated.
Sometimes, fabrications were more beautiful.
At least Wier could accept a mayor who died for Eiders, Slow Derl.
"I-I understand."
Wier moved his lips and said in a hoarse voice.
"Very well."
Wu nodded and looked at the two Special Affairs Division members who ran over from afar. They were holding something that looked like a radio.
"We've adjusted it to full frequency."
The Special Affairs Division member said respectfully.
Wu didn't say anything else and walked to the machine.
"I am the Wisher of Eiders.
I'm sorry to disturb everyone so late at night.
If it's possible, I would like to tell everyone what happened in a more euphemistic way, but time doesn't allow it.
All I can tell is that an unprecedented crisis has arrived, and the Blood Moon is just the prelude. "
"D, Demon Hunter D."
"D stopped the Blood Moon, but he was caught in the trouble that followed.
He needs our strength to help him through this.
"I hope everyone can sincerely pray for Demon Hunter D and hope that he can solve the trouble that will follow. Otherwise … we will all die."
The voice echoed in the sky of Eiders through the radio. The Eiders residents who were celebrating the moon's reappearance were stunned for a moment before they started to pray.
It was the Wisher's order.
As the residents of Eiders, they knew a lot about the differences in Eiders.
The biggest difference was the legendary Wisher.
They could not say these three words, nor could they hear these three words. Only when the Wisher said them would they be able to hear them.
Every time the Wisher spoke, it was a crucial moment of life and death for Eiders.
No one hesitated.
Even the owner of Stove-grilled Fish, a hybrid, was no exception.
They were the first to pray.
It was related to D's life and death.
"You bastard, you must be fine!"
Lagren prayed softly.
"You will definitely be safe."
The hybrids and the little girls were even more determined.
In their eyes, Kieran was invincible, he would surely turn danger into safety.
Likewise, in many people's eyes, the Demon Hunters were what they should be.
They were brave and unyielding.
They were powerful.
They fought against evil.
They swam to the edge.
There was no glory or brilliance.
There was no hymn or praise.
But …
Their pride should be respected.
Formless energy started to gather in the sky above Eiders.
It was very fast!
It was so fast that within a breath's time, the quantitative change triggered a qualitative change.
The formless energy turned into a faint golden color.
Among the golden energy, there was a man in a long windbreaker with a sword on his back.
Among the golden energy, there was a man with a tall and buff body.
Among the golden energy, there was a man with a short body and a quick-witted face.
Among the golden energy, there was a man with a spear on his back and animals around him.
Their faces were blurry, but it was how they should look. They were formed from the deepest impression in the hearts of the people of Eiders, formed from wishes and obsessions.
The impression came from a blurry pillow story.
The impression came from a legend from a long time ago.
The impression came from … the inheritance in the bloodline.
Generation after generation.
Generation after generation.
Never broken.
Never extinguished.
Never forgotten.
Even though they were blurry, they still existed.
The golden figures gathered together. The wind sounded like it was accompanied by laughter. Similar to the first encounter back then, they gradually became invisible, just like the battles of the past. They were inseparable, relying on each other.
Fuuu!
The wind got louder, as if it had turned into a bugle horn to charge.
The golden energy was like a river, a river that flowed against the current. It gushed towards the Central Cemetery and into Arwena Algor Zelgar's grave.
It gushed into Kieran's body, which was sealed in ice a moment ago.
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