Empire calendar, late November 2512, Old World, Roof of the World Range, Eight Peaks Mountain, Titan's Gate, Creek Outpost.
Since the arrival of the wood elves, the expeditionary army had received sufficient supplies and had the capital to continue. However, the expeditionary army was not in a hurry to launch a general attack. They seemed to be waiting for something. They only sent out small groups of troops to accurately attack the Green Dwarfs' strongholds.
Even so, the expeditionary army still missed the opportunity to attack when Skarnik was not at Eight Peaks Mountain. They had been waiting all along.
Waiting for Laing's breakthrough.
This Knight King was currently trying to break through to the high-level Saint-realm.
The dwarves and wood elves did not like each other. Belegar always shouted that the pointy-eared dwarves were a bunch of idiots. The wood elves were not willing to cooperate with the dwarves at all. Both sides were always fighting their own battles. Sometimes, there would even be long-range attacks. These pointy-eared dwarves were extremely arrogant. They refused to accept any guidance on how to fight on the plateau or in the tunnels. In the eyes of the woodland lords, led by Aralos, the dwarves' role was to lead the way.
The wood elves also felt that this group of dwarves was a bunch of idiots. Belegar was best at fighting head-on and positional battles. He did not know how to make use of the wood elves' flexibility and excellent long-range firepower. Moreover, Belegar stubbornly believed that they had to wait until Laing successfully broke through to the high-level Saint-realm before launching a general attack. This made Aralos, who had originally planned to leave Laing and be the commander of the army, reclaim the Eight Peaks Mountain, take back the elven treasure, reach the peak of life, and marry a beautiful woman (referring to Lilith), feel very unhappy. In Aralos' opinion, since Laing was not here, he should be the commander. However, the dwarf Belegar did not agree. The dwarves were really stubborn.
This left Kalad and Veronica, who was in charge of coordinating the relationship between the various factions, with a headache. This was especially so for Veronica, who had always been slick in dealing with people and knew how to treat guests. Faced with the intensifying conflict between the dwarves and the wood elves, she really didn't know how to deal with it.
In the end, it was still the same old method, where everyone fought their own battles. The knight army separated the dwarves from the wood elves' camp, and when the knights attacked, they never grouped the elves and dwarves together.
Fortunately, Laing could still be considered a "useful monkey" to the wood elves. Apart from occasionally complaining, Laing didn't try to cause any trouble. However, there was still some friction between the wood elves and the dwarves. Now, it seemed that this fragile alliance wouldn't last much longer. The elves and dwarves were complaining more and more about each other, and the knights weren't good at being peacemakers.
Their only hope was that Laing could unify the entire alliance with his unique skills and strength.
Now, everyone was waiting for Laing to appear.
Dark Elves stood at the entrance of a cold and quiet mansion while Laing sat on a stone stool in the living room.
Half of his body was shrouded in platinum flames and lightning, while the other half was entangled in a gloomy aura.
The gray knight's gene prototype felt that his armor, his sword, his hammer, and his soul were constantly making noises. The noises filled his ears, making him very irritated. Laing was trying to break through to the higher level of the Sanctuary-realm. The gene prototype could feel that his power was getting stronger and stronger. Some kind of terrible psionic storm and subspace vortex were condensing with Laing's body as the foundation. He was trying to break through everything. All of this was a shackle that hindered his advancement, but it was also something that protected him.
Now, Laing was going to break through it!
The platinum flames and lightning had burned everything inside the house except for the stones. Even the stone chair under Laing's buttocks was scorched black. The dark magic barrier raised by Olica seemed to be working, but it was also undergoing a severe test.
Laing found that he was gradually growing taller. When he set off from Nord, he was only 1.85 meters tall, but now, his original body was almost 1.95 meters tall. He grew taller and taller, and at the same time, his body was also changing. His organs were gradually changing. He found that he could control the speed of his heart. If he was not fighting, he could make it beat slower and rest more. If he was in a fierce battle, he could make his heart beat faster, as long as he wanted.
His lung capacity had been greatly strengthened. Ryan's body was surging with a torrent of psionic energy. His power flowed through his body like a warm spring. He could see that his stomach had become transparent. His organs … had begun to become different from those of ordinary people.
There was nothing strange about this. Every original body was different, and each of them had one or two organs that had never been seen before. Some original bodies, such as Magnus, did not have a single drop of blood in their veins, only an endless stream of magic. Therefore, Laing was not surprised by this situation. He had always been prepared and understood his own uniqueness. For example, there was something in Laing's body that was silver and glowing. It was an excellent supplement and mana replenishment for spellcasters, which made him stand out from the rest.
The original body had a vague premonition that the stronger he became, the closer he was to some kind of origin and truth. Something was calling him back. The voice was gentle and full of temptation. In the process of breaking through, Laing was touching his essence, and the door to a treasure house of knowledge was opening for him. As long as he wished, someone was willing to give him a free explanation and enlighten him.
The loyal son knew that this was not the voice and power of his father, the Emperor. It was something more terrifying, something more supreme.
That voice was leading him to ask, what was the raw material of the original body? What technology did the Emperor use to create the original body? What was the essence of the subspace?
"You have nowhere to hide. Nowhere to run."
"You have been betrayed by your friends and family. Even the ground beneath your feet has been planted with seeds of destruction! "
"Resistance is meaningless. Our emissary will usher in a new era! Bring about true civilization. Only by worshipping us can you obtain everything. "
Laing knew very well that curiosity would destroy everything. The original body resisted the urge to touch the door with his supreme willpower, but his inadvertent glance at the crack of the door had already caused a disaster. Now, several gentle and violent voices were whispering in his ears.
"Reshape everything in our name! Witness our greatest creation! "
"Your struggle … is futile."
"Your souls are the most delicious food for us."
"We are your origin — and also … your Apocalypse."
"That fellow is foolish and full of himself. He believes that he can threaten our true plan, but from the beginning to the end, everything has been destined. All things will be destroyed, and you will join us."
"Enough!" The original body of the Gray Knight said sternly. He shook his head hard, trying to shake these voices out of his mind, but these voices were like worms drilling into his skull, lingering. He tried to concentrate on breaking through the obstacles, but the voices did not stop.
"Moleqi is the place where we trade."
"Darwin is the place where we get our rewards."
"Finally, Terra is the battlefield where we end everything."
"No, never!" Laing resisted the voices in vain. He increased his strength, and after holding on for more than half an hour, the voices finally faded away in his mind, with some sighs of laughter.
Laing focused again. He immersed his soul into his sea of consciousness and soul realm, and tried to break through again.
"I am no one's slave." The original body of the Gray Knight whispered in a chaotic subspace, and there were unnatural lights and swirling filthy vortexes around him. "Never. Even if it is my father, I am only his son, not his tool."
"But without him, you are nothing, Laing Macado." At this time, in Laing's sea of consciousness, a stooped, white-haired old man in a black cloak appeared behind Laing. His voice was cold, cynical, and numb. "From the moment he gave you this name, you were destined to be his most cherished and indispensable son."
But when Laing turned around, the old man's expression gradually became benevolent. He seemed to be trying hard to maintain his expression, as if he had never been like this before.
"It's you." Laing looked at the benevolent old man. He was holding a golden eagle psionic staff, and the staff was burning with white-gold flames, burning more fiercely than ever before.
The flames were the same as Laing's psionic flames.
"It's me? Maybe it was once, but now I am just a memory, a ghost, a predetermined line reciting machine, or an illusion. " The benevolent old man looked at Laing with a sense of accomplishment and pride in his eyes, like a craftsman looking at his proudest work. "My power is almost gone, but I still want to remind you that this knowledge is not something you should know now. You are not ready to learn it yet. One day, your father will tell you these things … but not now. I can't watch you repeat the mistakes we once made."
"It has always been like this. I can feel it. His … father has been hiding something." Laing sighed. His original body was no longer entangled with that. His mind was extremely firm. "But no matter what, I think I know your existence. I just hate having something hidden in my soul."
"What you say is true." The old man nodded. His face was full of wrinkles, and only the cable of a strange device around his neck could be seen. "I once had a similar conversation with Logue, but you are different from him. He is just an exquisite and efficient gauntlet. You can say that he is a construction worker, but you are completely different."
"So what should I do?" Laing asked in confusion. He found that the old man's figure was gradually fading, leaving only an outline.
"Do what you need to do. Protect this vital world with your brothers." The old man finally said, "Be curious, but not too curious. Be smart, but not too smart. Be rational, but not too rational."
"It's all nonsense," Laing retorted.
"But it will be useful for you." The old man's figure finally faded. "Begin. The whispers of the dark gods will no longer affect you."
"Maybe we will have another chance to meet, maybe not, but I will always be proud of you, Laing Macado."
The old man disappeared.
"Thank you …" Laing muttered to himself. "I am also proud of you … Sealer!"
… I am the section divider that I will always be proud of you …
In the light and flames, Laing broke through the middle of the Sanctuary-realm and advanced to the Sanctuary-realm. He could feel that his strength was more than half of before, but he still needed time to figure out which part of his strength had improved except for his wrist strength.
"Master, congratulations on successfully advancing to the Sanctuary-realm." The dark elf walked up to Laing, kissed him on the cheek, and said sweetly, "You are one step closer to becoming a god."
"Olica, what's the situation?" Laing had been inside for two or three days. He took the kettle from the dark elf's hand and drank the underground water mixed with a lot of ice dregs in big gulps.
"Skarnik seems to be preparing for a decisive battle with us. It is gathering all its forces." Olica said in a low voice, "At present, whether to defend the city or fight in the field, the short man and his reclusive cousins are still arguing endlessly."
"Very good, it seems that the plan has succeeded." Laing's eyes narrowed, and he grasped the hilt of Nemesis. "Inform everyone to come to the tent for a meeting at noon tomorrow! The time has come, we also have to prepare for a decisive battle! "
"Yes!"
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