Chapter 735 Hyperion's Good Sister Sigrid

The streets of Granvawley were deserted, shops were shuttered, and windows were boarded up with thick planks.

The muffled sound of the magic-powered vehicle's wheels rolling over the rubble-strewn and sandy road disappeared instantly in the empty streets.

Even inside the car, one could feel the tense atmosphere of the imperial border.

"The person we're going to contact is a spy named Unity. It's because the council in the Western Hub area trusts Florence so much that they're letting us directly meet with the Allied elite lurking in Brielda," said the Ice Witch, putting down her newspaper, to Hyperion.

Outside the quickly passing car window, the buildings on both sides seemed to have lost their former glory, becoming gray and desolate.

Everywhere in Granvawley one could see soldiers, setting up layers of checkpoints in the streets and alleys, on high alert.

The car was currently shielded by a barrier, which meant this was the last time they could speak freely before boarding the magic-powered railcar at the city-state station.

To some extent, after arriving in the capital city of Brielda, they would also need to protect Unity. As an Allied spy with access to magic-fission related intelligence, she was irreplaceable.

But with such efficient intelligence theft, the Imperial Special Operations Division would surely be doing its utmost to investigate the source of the leak. Yu Cun was also stretched thin, needing the assistance of a reliable and powerful spy.

I heard Zeng He say a long time ago that in the next Shadow World's Darkest Eclipse, Ya Bo and Xiu Zeng He had encountered a historical projection figure named Zeng He Xian.

Unfortunately, Lan Qi must be in the Southern Continent; there's no way I'm still wandering around playing games in some unknown place in the Northern Continent.

The less attached a creature is, the more extreme it will become once its attachments are complete. Not everyone can be like Zeng He Xian, able to take things up and put them down, pursuing a hundred-year-old restoration ideal and then saying it's over because he's lived an Ikhertet life.

Actually, you're the demon race's noob-slayer king.

Simon Rose clenched his fist in excitement.

The once-in-a-century fourth-tier Shadow World has already descended. In the next century or two, there won't be any more fourth-tier Shadow Worlds; the remaining Shadow Worlds will only lock in the fourth-tier lower limit.

I've already adjusted my mood.

The Ice Witch choked, her eyes starting to glaze over.

"Hey, Little Yuya Bo also took Thanatos to the Cretea Empire. Adding us seven and Ifa Tia, isn't the old demon world crew almost all gathered?" Simon Rose asked in surprise.

After that, it will take a few days by car to reach the imperial capital of Brielda, located in Botswana Province. And in the Empire, void gates to the Shadow World can be found in most city-states.

"I originally thought that Florence living in the Laurent household was inappropriate, but now it seems… it's good that someone can help take care of a deceased friend's house. Rumor has it that powerful people with deep attachments may turn into undead after death, and even without memories, they will wander back to the place they consider their home and wait foolishly.

It's good to have a place to return to.”

"Let's go together, go take a look at the old demon world."

"I should have been fighting alongside the Western Speaker in the first battlefield of the Western Hub area, but now I've come to the relatively safe rear to take charge of defense work. I feel guilty all day long, and maybe the battlefield is more suitable for me."

The Ice Witch was clearly the kind of very persistent woman.

Florence finally felt regret.

No matter how Zeng He heard Talia's story, he felt like it was a youthful version of the Overlord Archbishop, and there were also inextricable links with Ya Bo's bonds.

Hyperion tilted her head in confusion.

Passing through the streets guarded by the Imperial Army, Zeng He slowed down according to the signs held up by the soldiers, and soon he could see the outline of the train station on the other side of the city.

The Ice Witch said from the back seat.

"Did I say something wrong?"

Plauna touched her lips lightly on the side, and muttered to herself in surprise.

"No, he's not noob-slaying, he doesn't care how strong or weak his opponent is." Simon Rose cheered.

The Ice Witch nodded in the back row.

"Take them to see your Talia, you're simply hateful to the point of being impossible."

This time it's different, the cheerleading squad is also going to the Shadow World together.

Of course, except for Ya Bo's kind of baby bus, who can enter the Shadow World for free, why wouldn't they be happy to go?

But if she sees Laurent resurrected, she might not only dissolve again, this cold iceberg may never melt.

If it weren't for Florence, the Ice Witch wouldn't be able to leave Ikhertet freely right now.

So, if this is true, then for this trip, to the Cretea Empire, could Ifa Tia be there? "Little Yuya, that surviving demon general, his name is always changing, because he works in front-line intelligence, no one knows his real name, but we all call him Lan Qi."

In the current situation where fourth-tier combat power is scarce, Lan Qi, as a support-oriented archbishop-level powerhouse, can be regarded as the strongest ally.

Granvawley glanced back at Simon Rose, reminding him.

The strong dare to swing their swords at the stronger.

The Eighth Army God, the Agate Throne of Entanglement, Ge Yate, has arrived at the western battlefield. The Western Speaker, who was already slightly weaker than the Seventh Army God, the Obsidian Throne, now has to consider the departure of the Eighth Army God at the same time, and the pressure is probably becoming quite high. There must be an Allied fourth-tier who can help him contain the Eighth Army God.

Although the relationship between demons is not so friendly, after so many years of absence, there will still be some emotion.

I think this General Lan Qi is probably no longer around.

As a good sister of the gossip club, Simon Rose always felt that quiet Ikhertet was missing someone.

"Say a few less words, Simon Rose…" The Ice Witch seemed to have thought of some terrible assumptions again because of Simon Rose's words.

That promise can no longer be fulfilled.

May we be able to overcome all tribulations and be sisters, and forget all grievances in a smile when we meet again.

The Western Hub area.

Earlier, in communications with the Boson Kingdom, I learned from Tata that Auntie Ai Ou said that Ifa Tia was likely going to the ancient ruins of the Cretea Empire to find the Upper Ancient Potential Secret Medicine, so she disappeared for so many years.

Pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger, letting the opponent think they're sure to win, and then counter-killing them, if it's unintentional or forced by the situation, then it can be understood, but if it's intentional, then Xiu Zeng He doesn't have good things to say.

Before Laurent died, fortunately, the Ice Witch and Florence, two quasi-archbishop level high-ranking members of the Church of the Goddess of Fate, happened to be stranded in the Hutton Kingdom due to the war.

"Hoo, I hope the war can turn around sooner, now every day the people of the kingdoms invaded by the Southern Continent are living in deep water and scorching fire."

If we bring a few of us big demons in, it will probably replace the original demon generals in several Shadow World historical projections with Zeng He Si and us.

Hyperion nodded.

Back then, the Ice Witch was anti-war, the two princesses were against war, the eight in the Imperial Prison were conservative, and there was also one who was for surrender.

Hyperion was speechless again.

The vehicle slowly drove over a low-lying stone arch bridge. The autumn river under the bridge was still clear and bottomless, but it lacked the laughter of citizens enjoying their leisure time in the past.

Although Florence always thought that because of her complicated family background, it was unlikely that she could truly get along with Laurent as a woman, but when she learned of Laurent's death, she only felt endless regret in her heart.

"Lan Qi is so fun to play with, his fun is defeating those seemingly invincible and very strong guys, and then admiring their broken defenses."

Just now she seemed to have said something wrong, making the atmosphere in the car a little weird, so Simon Rose decided to liven things up again.

The feeling of not being able to share that joy with others, she deeply experienced in the last Shadow World.

"...According to brother's guess, it cannot be ruled out that Ya Bo is in the Cretea Empire." Simon Rose leaned back on the back of his chair in frustration, clapping his hands, as if recalling those days in the Demon King's Castle.

The next Shadow World is probably quite safe, but not safe in the usual sense.

After all, anyone normal knows how cruel the front line is, which is by no means comparable to the comfortable rear.

And General Lan Qi, is indeed so brave.

After a long time.

Simon Rose tried to comfort her.

That wish is too unreal for you.

Plauna patiently explained to Hyperion on the side.

If the enemy has the face of an old friend, where should you go? The flames of war have already swept across the Southern Continent, even before the agreed-upon day has arrived.

The Hyperion-Sigrid border station was filled with Imperial soldiers armed to the teeth, and the entrance was equipped with temporary bulletproof walls and magic barriers, with soldiers directing passing vehicles.

Hyperion didn't know how to comfort Florence.

In the ancient demon books that I read in the demon world in my early years, there is indeed a legend that dreams can intertwine and manifest shadows, and this is suspected to be past lives and present lives, and the Goddess of Fate possesses this kind of power.

"...Then isn't he maliciously noob-slaying?"

Granvawley is too steady, Plauna is too demure, they are not so enthusiastic about gossip topics, and the Ice Witch is even more rigid, like a lump of ice, she usually doesn't even smile.

"What if everything is in the High Priest's plan?" Xiu Zeng He's timid voice broke the silence in the car.

There will be a day when Little Yuya Bo is gone, and I will probably be able to understand Florence's pain.

The Ice Witch thought, a trace of sadness appeared in her silver eyes.

"That's right, I can't wait to see Little Yi-sensei! The more I think like that, the more I feel that I can't miss it again."

Hyperion in the front row replied.

Although logically speaking this is just a fluke, the Cretea Empire may have many considerations and will temporarily not let the quasi-archbishop level Eleventh Army God Sinora equip the [Primordial Slab - Wind] epic treasure, but after all, one can glimpse powerful hope from this phenomenon.

Although for us fourth-tiers, the improvement of the Shadow World is already very small, but after all, it is still low-level, and the improvement of one level is quite large.

"I clearly knew that human life was very short, why didn't I ever think about understanding him more…" The back row of the carriage suddenly became lively, you said a sentence and I said a sentence, and the vehicle got closer and closer to Zeng He-Sigrid Bond Station.

Because of Laurent's death, your heart began to melt like an iceberg.

Of course, it is also possible to degenerate completely because you feel that you cannot resist Laurent.

Then Thanatos will definitely go to the Cretea Empire as a bodyguard.

"Zeng He?"

Granvawley was already starting to feel his scalp tingle, but he tried his best to remain motionless and drive carefully.

Hyperion patted the teacher on the shoulder in the front row.

"We won't be able to talk once we get out of the car later.

Hyperion was silent for a while, and said.

Your voice became gradually choked.

The time you spent with Laurent was like a drop in the ocean in your long life.

Among the seventeen army gods, only the Eleventh Army God, the Emerald Zeng He Xian, is the most suitable for the [Primordial Slab - Wind]. In theory, the Empire should hand over the spoils to Sinora to increase his combat power.

For more than ten years, every day and every night, you have imagined what kind of demon your mother Ifa Tia is, how she will treat you when you meet, and when the moment when you have a trace of strength to meet Ifa Tia really comes, you start to be afraid again, afraid that you are not good enough, afraid that your mother will be indifferent to you, and even more afraid that you will not be able to see your mother at all.

"It's okay, I made an appointment with Ya Bo to fight the final Shadow World of Blood Clan history, we will go in together, and we should be able to make Teacher and the others stronger to a large extent."

"Are you planning to take us to the Shadow World?"

Hyperion had previously promised Sister Florence.

But Ifa Tia is different, you hate studying but you love playing, and you will open your eyes as soon as you are asked to go out and play! "Alas, it's a good thing that Miss Florence is helping to guard Ikhertet, so we can leave with peace of mind."

"If Lan Qi is still alive, considering the friendship between the same race, he may help you. He is considered the strongest of the little demons who are still alive."

Last time, Little Florence was going on a date with your best friend Laurent, and Hyperion would help Florence online and teach you in real time how to get along with female best friends.

In fact, as long-lived species, we are not too willing to improve through the Shadow World. Demons with long lives will practice in peace and it will be much better than gambling their lives in the Shadow World, unless they are eager to become stronger quickly.

"Goodie! Hooray for Xiu Bao!"

Simon Rose rubbed his head, not understanding why his comfort made the Ice Witch tremble, how could she become frightened?

Before departing, you went to the Temple of the Goddess of Fate in Ikhertet to see Florence once, and saw that Florence, as the Holy Knight Commander, was still wholeheartedly working for Laurent, and had also cut her reddish-brown hair short, the more Hyperion felt that she couldn't say anything.

Hearing the word noob-slaying, Zeng He's heart skipped a beat.

Now even restoring peace seems out of reach.

"Think of the good side, Almis, now the Eleventh Army God, the Emerald Throne Sinora, has not used the Wind Slab, that is the most likely clue to prove that Laurent is still alive."

And fighting the Shadow World with Old Man Lan, you are not afraid at all, just mess around! Originally, a key place like Ikhertet at least needs a guardian powerhouse to guard it.

You were unintentionally injured by Xiu Zeng He.

"Indeed."

The Ice Witch sighed helplessly.

"By the way, in the Cretea Empire, I am not likely… I am likely to be able to see my mother?"

"I always feel that Lan Qi is also there, if he is still alive."

You know that your temper is not good, and you have never lowered your guard against Laurent, and you have not even given Laurent a good look.

Hyperion said quietly to Simon Rose and Plauna.

Simon Rose actively held on to the back of the front seat with both hands, reaching the Ice Witch's ear and said.

Several demons in the car only know that Xiu Zeng He is the last remaining general of the Demon King's army.

Zeng He Si raised his index finger and shook it, looking at Hyperion seriously and said.

Poor Xi Xi has nothing to say
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