All the treasure hunters that had entered the Arcane Realm had been split up and distributed to different areas of the Arcane Realm. There were more than 400 of them, and they were scattered across the vast wasteland. Every single one of them looked like a lone shadow.
Most of them had a clear understanding of the situation, especially when they saw the vague silhouette of the gigantic building in the distance. After some consideration, they made their own decisions. Some of them quietly tidied up their belongings and walked towards the black castle. Some of them stayed where they were, sending out signals that they had agreed upon beforehand, calling for their companions to meet up with them.
Of course, there were also some who were not as calm. Some were even a little agitated and excited, such as the people from the Sorcerer's Association and the Great Sage from the Door of Conundrum. When they saw the miraculous Arcane Realm, they momentarily forgot that they were here to steal the treasure. Instead, they looked at everything around them with awe and respect.
The bald abbot, who was the first to enter the Arcane Realm, did not move. He stood quietly on top of a dark, barren hill, his eyes closed, sensing the movements around him. His expression was sometimes serious, and sometimes it was a sarcastic smile. Finally, he calmed down and opened his eyes, looking at the middle-aged warrior who was already standing in front of him.
"What do you want, sir?" The bald abbot asked calmly, looking directly at the demigod warrior.
"No matter what the treasure is, it belongs to the Southern Lands. It belongs to the Walthart Empire." The warrior said calmly. However, the hostility in his words was obvious. His body began to faintly release a terrifying murderous aura.
The bald abbot did not even flinch in the face of the murderous aura. It was as if he did not even see it. He asked calmly, "Even if it falls into the hands of the Church?"
"There's no need to use such a lowly method to sow discord." The middle-aged warrior said coldly. The two-handed heavy sword on his back was already in his hands. "Compared to you guys, I'm still considered young. It hasn't been long since I learned my Domain."
It was an obvious threat, and a strange one at that. However, it was an effective threat. Just as he had said, he had only mastered his Domain not long ago, so he would not be able to use it often. If he really wanted to fight, he would definitely go all out. On the other hand, the bald abbot had clearly been a Demigod for quite some time, so he did not dare to use his Domain carelessly. It was possible that he would be banished into the Void the moment he used his Domain.
No matter what kind of secret treasure it was, it was still an inanimate object. How could it be more important than a Demigod powerhouse? The bald abbot did not dare to act rashly before he was sure if the secret treasure was worth risking everything on a single throw. In the face of such an aggressive stance, the bald abbot could only swallow his displeasure and take two steps back. He then sat down on the ground and gestured politely. "Please, young friend, have a seat. Let's talk."
The middle-aged warrior snorted. He had achieved his goal of keeping the Northerners' strongest combatant at bay. There was no need for him to risk his life. He sheathed his heavy sword and sat on the ground as well. He had no interest in chatting with the bald abbot. Instead, he focused on sensing the situation around him.
Soon, both of them sensed a powerful wave of energy. It carried a sense of piety and holiness, like a lighthouse in the middle of the night. Anyone who entered the realm would be able to sense it. The old priest was probably calling for the people of the Church to gather around him.
"That priest sure is confident, huh?" The bald abbot sneered. "He's telling everyone where he is without a care in the world. Did he forget that there are other Demigods here besides you and me? Not to mention that he's hiding his aura and power so well that he's practically flawless … "
"Master Jonah's influence is beyond your imagination," the middle-aged warrior said. "As for the other person, he's a Demigod, but he's still trying to hide his identity. I don't think he'll be difficult to deal with."
"Hmph. Let's wait and see, then." The bald abbot had no desire to say anything else. He closed his eyes and waited patiently for the situation to change.
At the same time, the scholarly man from the Northern party stood up from beside a corpse. He wore a devilish smile on his face, and in his hand was the badge of the Sorcerer's Association's administrator. It was the badge of the Sorcerer's Association's administrator.
"Magic? That's all there is to it. " As the scholar spoke, he exerted a little force between his fingers and crushed the badge into pieces. Then, he took out a white handkerchief from his bosom and carefully wiped the bloodstains on his hands clean. Then, he casually threw the handkerchief on the corpse and walked towards the direction of the old priest's ripple.
On the other side, Grand Knight Charlemagne, who had fought with the protagonist twice, looked down at the thick arm that had pierced through his chest with a look of disbelief on his face. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined that he would bump into this muscular, bare-armed Northern Warrior as he was heading in the direction of Saint Jonah's aura. He was planning to meet up with Saint Jonah there, but he had abandoned his warhorse and could only run on foot.
The man did not even say a word. Instead, he unleashed his combat chi and attacked. Charlemagne did not expect the man to break his promise in such a barbaric manner. Caught off guard, he lost his life on the spot.
"You may be a powerful man, but compared to us Northerners who have gone through countless hardships, you Southerners are just too weak." The muscular man from the Northern Continent whispered into the Grand Paladin's ear. Then, with a sudden burst of energy from his right arm that had pierced through the Grand Paladin's chest, his combat chi blasted the Grand Paladin's corpse into a mist of blood.
"Heirlooms belong to the most capable. Now that we've entered this strange, isolated place, it's only natural for us to fight to the death." As he spoke, a fiery red combat chi erupted from the muscular man's body, evaporating the blood on his body and turning it into wisps of red mist that swirled around him. Then, he brought the red mist with him and continued on his way to the church's rendezvous point.
Similar battles were already taking place in a few places. Some were the work of the Northerners, and some were the work of the Southerners. Both sides suffered casualties. In just a short amount of time, many people had come to the same conclusion. 'There's only one heirloom, and it's said that it's up to one's own skill to get it, but in a place like this, which is completely outside of the law, where there are no rules, what matters is one's ability to kill, right?' Even if they did not get the grand prize, looting the corpses of the dead would still be a considerable amount of money, right?
At that moment, Baiyi, who was in one of the palaces, felt the energy ripples from the battles. He shook his head helplessly and muttered to himself, "It's just as I expected. A strange place filled with death; a powerful yet unknown heirloom; and a group of greedy people with power …"
He seemed to have expected that his coronation ceremony would turn into a bloodbath. Or rather, this was what he wanted to see all along. This was the game that he had arranged for these heirlooms to play.
But this time, he decided to join in as well. So, he turned to the three barbarians, who were frowning as they stared at a book filled with barbarian characters, and said, "It's okay if you can't remember it. Just don't open your mouth and do as I say."
"Ah! Brother Hope, you're the best! " Huskar said as he tore the piece of paper into pieces. "These words are making my head explode."
"Brother, you must remember what I said. This is also for the sake of us enjoying a peaceful life in the future," Baiyi added.
"I know, I know! Don't worry, we've always had a good memory, "Huskar said confidently.
After the arrangements were made, the few of them disappeared from the palace, making the already empty palace even more deserted.
At that moment, Kris the Great Sage from the Doors of Conundrum ran into some trouble.
After entering the realm, Baldy did not join his companions or rush to the black castle like the others. Instead, he stayed where he was and observed the miraculous realm carefully.
He was standing right next to a large, circular crater, so he jumped in and picked up the debris that had been eroded by the wind. He held them in his hands and studied them carefully, trying to figure out when this place had been formed.
However, he did not enjoy the peace for long. Soon, he heard a blood-curdling scream coming from above him. He quickly flew out of the crater and saw a suspicious-looking man dressed in a black robe, killing someone at the edge of the crater!
"You! Stop it! "Baldy yelled and lunged at the man.
He had served in the military, after all. Although he was a civil servant who did not go to war, the atmosphere in the military had given him a lot of courage.
Unfortunately, he had overestimated his actual combat ability as a scholar. He casually released two defensive spells and was about to chant a powerful spell. However, before he could chant a few syllables, he was punched by a fist, and blood splattered all over his nose. He flew backward and fell powerlessly to the ground.
"Nerd from the Doors of Conundrum, you dare to fight?" The murderer sneered. "Well, at least you have some guts. I'll let you die a quick death!" With that, the murderer closed in on Baldy, who was groaning on the ground, clutching his nose. He was ready to kill him.
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