Chapter 875: Chapter 873: Walking Within the Volcano’s Veins
On the other side, at midnight.
A light streaked across the sky, moving at an extremely fast speed.
However, gradually, the brightness of the light diminished until it was as dim as a candle, seemingly ready to extinguish at any moment.
Then, a gust of wind blew through the wilderness, the light extinguished suddenly, and a figure fell from the sky.
“Bang!”
With a thud, a strong man touched the ground with both feet, then wobbled to stand up, none other than Ulus, or rather Cheka.
After successfully completing the mining site’s investigation plan, Ulus and the angel’s will were all forcibly suppressed to the deepest part of the body, with only Cheka’s will occupying the high ground at this moment.
At this moment Cheka, holding a heavy metal box of ore powder with one hand, looked exceptionally pale, with a deep frown scanning the surroundings before locking onto a location and striding over.
Bending down, he fumbled incessantly on the ground with one hand. After a while, not knowing what switch he touched, there was a “click,” and the ground cracked open, revealing a downward passage.
Without any hesitation, Cheka, carrying the metal box of ore powder, descended into the passage.
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“Tap, tap, tap…”
Accompanied by footsteps, near Delan at the Truth Society’s branch base, Cheka walked in.
Cheka ignored the scrutinizing expressions of the many people in the corridor, walking straight into Steward Canon’s office, and with a “bang,” placed the metal box containing ore powder on the ground.
Canon was processing documents at the desk, and upon hearing the sound, lifted his head and, seeing Cheka walking in, was slightly startled and asked, “Who are you…”
“Steward Canon, I am Cheka.” Cheka spoke up.
“Cheka Inspector?” Canon confirmed, his eyes flickering with disbelief.
“Yes.” Cheka nodded, then paused before continuing, “In fact, in a certain sense, I can’t say I am entirely Cheka, because the current me is only a part of him—a mere fragment of the soul, sustained by the power of an angel feather, thus becoming this ghostly appearance.”
Canon slightly opened his mouth, not knowing how to respond, and after a good while finally said, “Then, Cheka Inspector, may I ask how you turned into this state?”
“Specifically, I’m not quite sure myself.” Cheka shrugged and said, “After all, along with my bodily death, I lost many memories, currently possessing only an extremely incomplete portion. However, one thing I can confirm is that it’s related to the matter I was investigating.”
“The matter you were investigating? What matter?” Canon asked.
“It’s the anomaly at the mining site near Shambala Town.” Cheka replied, looking directly at Canon, “Steward Canon, you’ve seen the documents before; you should have an impression. The document reported to you that there was something abnormal at the mining site near Shambala Town. Out of curiosity, I went to take a look. I should have discovered something incredible there and was attacked, leading to my death there. Fortunately, before dying, I preserved a soul fragment and was resurrected with the help of an angel feather. Using some methods, I completed the interrupted task and clarified some details of the mining site.”
“You see this box.” Cheka said, lightly kicking the metal box on the ground beside him, explaining, “Inside this box are things greatly valued at the mining site. Surprisingly, there’s a substantial secret. It took considerable effort to get it. As long as we figure it out, we should be able to understand everything.”
“So… Cheka Inspector, how do you want me to cooperate with you?” Canon asked.
“Very simple, just do two things.” Cheka raised a hand, extending one finger, “The first thing, send someone to investigate that mining site as soon as possible.”
Then extended a second finger: “The second thing is to identify what’s inside this box.”
Looking at Cheka’s expression, Canon nodded slightly and said, “Cheka Inspector, rest assured, there are no issues with these two things. Now, rest here for a while, and I’ll dispatch someone to handle it immediately.”
“Alright.” Cheka agreed with a nod, “Thanks, Steward Canon.”
“No trouble at all.”
Canon quickly walked out the door, yet instead of giving immediate instructions to his men as he had said, he took out a Crystal Ball, attempting to contact someone.
Grasping the Crystal Ball with one hand, mana infused, a flash of light passed, sending out the signal.
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On the other side.
The person receiving the signal—Long Mei’er, the Truth Society Supervisor, was currently located in Pompeii City, or more accurately, beneath Pompeii City.
Underground, a dark river flowed slowly, with Long Mei’er in its midst.
However, flowing within the dark river was not water but hot magma—this was a Magma River, a lava branch of the volcano near Pompeii City.
These lava branches were somewhat like blood vessels. If the primary lava channel of the volcano were compared to an arterial blood vessel, they would be the branch vessels or capillaries. Because the volcano was dormant, the “blood” in these “vessels” flowed very slowly, almost stagnating, but the temperature remained as high as a thousand degrees, enough to incinerate flesh to ashes.
At the moment, Long Mei’er, as usual, wore a luxurious Golden Robe. Invisible forces surrounded his body, upholding a force field covering several meters around, isolating the destructive power of the magma, effortlessly traversing through the lava branch as if it were blood vessels.
After walking dozens of meters, at a bend in the passage, Long Mei’er stopped, retrieving an object from a sparkling Ring.
The object was a twenty-centimeter cube, entirely white, as if forged from some metal. Its surface was inscribed with Magic Runes, emitting a distinct aura of energy waves, evidently a special Magic Tool.
Long Mei’er took it out and directly affixed it to the stone wall of the lava passage.
The surrounding hot magma surged, enveloping the metallic cube, yet the metal cube exhibited no traces of melting, instead continually emitting energy waves, transmitting through the viscous magma to a distance.
At this moment, Long Mei’er fetched a Crystal Ball, injected mana, and observed inside an image emerged—a three-dimensional depiction of all the lava passages of the dormant volcano near Pompeii—including both branch and main channels.
At this moment, a spot in one of the branch channels lit up, displaying a healthy green hue.
After viewing it, Long Mei’er nodded with satisfaction, preparing to stow away the Crystal Ball and continue the journey.
Suddenly, the Crystal Ball shook, flashing several colored lights.
Seeing the lights, Long Mei’er was slightly taken aback, rapidly read the conveyed information, and murmured, “Cheka has returned already? Also requesting assistance in investigating some matters, yet unrelated to branch members?”
After some thought, Long Mei’er infused mana into the Crystal Ball, beginning to reply.
“As long as it’s not targeting branch members, just cooperate with the other party. Additionally, if any changes in the investigation arise, notify me immediately.”
After replying, Long Mei’er stored the Crystal Ball and resumed work.
Silently, he mused in his mind, “Hopefully, there won’t be any changes in the investigation…”
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