Chapter 460 The Blessed and the Sanctuary (8800, First Update)

A thin mist rose in the forest outside Twilight City.

The heavy mist was gently pushed by the wind, flowing like water, brushing past the somewhat withered branches. The shrubs and grass that should have been green in summer were now yellowed, and even the dense water droplets clinging to them could not alleviate their inner thirst.

In the hazy mist, a carriage bearing the emblem of the Fire Sanctuary could be vaguely seen traversing the forest, but the muffled sound of horses' hooves could not be heard.

The tall and handsome Northwestern warhorses had strong and powerful limbs and pectoral muscles. They were once a type of magical beast, tamed by the Fire People two hundred years ago. They had the speed to cross the entire Northwestern Hills in a single day and migrate to the central plains of the continent, and were commonly used by the Sanctuary for communication and transportation.

But now, several warhorses capable of traveling a thousand *li* a day were treading air blankly. They were running hard in mid-air, ten centimeters above the ground, but they were not pulling the carriage behind them forward—on the contrary, it was the power of the carriage that was pushing them forward.

Inside the carriage, Su Zhou and Aimon sat on the seats, while the pirate Alber squatted to the side, his tall body huddled in the corner, his eyes blank and dazed.

At this moment, Aimon was reading the Doctrine, examining each article of the code and law, thinking about when it was created, and what the cultural background and needs of the Sanctuary were at the time.

Su Zhou closed his eyes, seemingly resting.

But in reality, in addition to using his power to drive the carriage, Su Zhou was using his soul to sense everything within a radius of dozens of *li*.

"The drought is a bit serious. Although there is fog, there is no rain. The condition of this forest is a bit strange."

The youth thought to himself, feeling a trace of doubt, "This is the outskirts of Twilight City, still within the tropical coastal zone, how could it be lacking rain?"

"Could it be that the storm I shattered when I descended was the only rainfall in recent times? This is too strange."

At this time, Su Zhou and his party were on the road from Twilight City to the Central Sanctuary.

Although, on the surface, there were only two people and one prisoner in the carriage, in reality, including Sarah and Nidd, the Boar and Deep Diver pirate crews, people and ships alike, had been taken into Su Zhou's personal space.

Su Zhou's personal space, while causing him to be bound by the power of the reincarnation world, also inherited the power of the reincarnation world, which had developed and officially entered a new era. His personal space had indeed developed greatly. Let alone accommodating a hundred or so people, it was not impossible for them to live there permanently.

Su Zhou was very relieved about this, after all, with the Wisdom Tree and the Blade of Annihilation to take care of them, he was not worried that the pirates would cause trouble for him.

Thinking like this, the youth was slightly distracted, glancing at the inner side of his personal space.

Inside the personal space, on the black earth element island in the center of the space.

"Ah, I understand!!!"

Under the cyan Wisdom Tree, the Wind Folk girl held a pair of huge gardening shears. She had a look of sudden realization, and then her aura quickly became indifferent and distant as she walked towards a messy bush.

In her hands, the cyan light of the wind element flickered, and an invisible blade condensed on the gardening shears. As Sarah's hands turned into phantoms, within just a few seconds, the originally wildly growing bush changed shape at a speed visible to the naked eye, eventually transforming into an extremely exquisite shark grass sculpture!

The emerald green shark grass sculpture was lifelike, and both the sharp teeth and the powerful muscle texture were so real. Sarah stood in front of the grass sculpture, proudly looking at it: "After all, I'm a Bee Folk, I'm best at these trees and flowers!"

"Good!"

And the Wisdom Tree also agreed with delight: "Good work!"

"A, another one!"

"No problem, watch me!"

Soon, Sarah accepted the Wisdom Tree's call again—and this time, the light flashing in the Wind Folk girl's eyes was the light of wisdom. She strode towards the lush weeds beside her, which were one or two meters high, and her whole body bloomed with a visible wind element energy.

Soon, it could be seen that countless weed fragments soared into the sky, and a depression in the weeds, similar to a crop circle, appeared on the earth.

And with Sarah's actions, it could be seen that if viewed from a high altitude, this crop circle-like trace looked like a simplified miniature of the Wisdom Tree.

"Rustle!"

The branches swayed, this was the Wisdom Tree's extremely happy voice: "Amazing! As expected of you!"

And in the pile of weeds, Sarah's proud voice echoed from afar: "As expected of me!"

"They're having fun... Forget it, they're about the same age anyway, one is four years old, the other is just over three, let them be..."

Looking at this scene, Su Zhou's expression was a little subtle. He didn't expect Sarah to be able to play together with the Wisdom Tree, could it really be a matter of playmates of the same age? He hadn't considered this point, it was indeed a dereliction of duty as an elder, but the Wisdom Tree wasn't very fond of lively personalities either.

After thinking about it, Su Zhou could only define it as 'as expected, bees are naturally attracted to plants, and Bee Folk are probably similar', then he turned his head and looked to the other side.

It could be seen that on the other side of the island, under the supervision of a divine blade flying around, a group of pirates were working hard, either pulling weeds, or lighting fires, or planting, or digging, a scene of prosperity.

It could be roughly seen that these pirates were clearing the weeds on the entire island, and reclaiming the land on the island, planting some seeds of plants that Su Zhou didn't know where they came from or what they were—should it be the Wisdom Tree's own cultivation and selection?

In short, as a supervisor, the Blade of Annihilation excitedly turned around everywhere. Whenever it encountered a pirate who wanted to slack off, it would fly directly over his head, and the scorching aura would roll in, instantly scaring him into working hard.

In addition, the cleared weeds were placed aside, and it released firepower to burn them... Although they were said to be weeds, in fact, the spiritual energy in Su Zhou's personal space was so rich, and the Wisdom Tree, a divine tree, was stationed there, so even weeds contained a trace of pure wood-based spiritual power, and its grass ash was truly the best fertilizer.

"Damn it... Is this the feeling of being sentenced to death with a reprieve, undergoing labor reform?"

And among the working pirates, a one-eyed pirate like an iron tower couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Nidd looked around at the surrounding scenery, and then continued to lower his head to work: "It's better to give me a quick death—but I have to say, the feeling of this place is much better than the Boar, the worst decision I've made in my life was to run to the sea to become a pirate, instead of finding a deserted island to live a peaceful life..."

"Yeah, why did I become a pirate?!"

It was not until this time that Nidd was shocked to realize that the reason why he went to become a pirate in the first place was simply because in his mind, he equated 'going to sea' with 'becoming a pirate'... But in reality, this was unnecessary!

Sarah, who was playing with the Wisdom Tree, the many working pirates, and the Blade of Annihilation, who was enjoying the feeling of being a supervisor, were all living harmoniously in Su Zhou's personal space.

At this time, the youth also noticed that after such a long time of wish power blessing and world feedback, there were already many signs of 'elemental precipitation' in his personal space.

Next to the Wisdom Tree, the earth element was condensing in the black soil, adhering to the surrounding soil particles.

Above the sky, the wind element was rolling, gathering with the breeze surrounding the entire small world.

Around the submarine volcano, the conflict between water and fire elements was the most intense, and the interaction between the two also activated a large number of elements—in many vortex bubbles, the essence of the water element had just begun to take shape, and the fire element was also relying on the bright crystals in the volcano, waiting for transformation.

Even in the vegetation, there was a faint spirituality being nurtured.

"Yala, what do you think will happen to this personal space in the future?"

Looking at this scene, Su Zhou couldn't help but click his tongue, curiously asking his external plug-in thinking device: "It looks pretty organized."

"It is estimated that fairies will appear, elemental fairies and plant fairies and such."

And the snake spirit, who was lying on the top of the Wisdom Tree's crown, accompanied by Su Zhou's bright and transparent wish soul, yawned, and then said lazily: "Don't forget that there are hundreds of thousands of heavenly demon souls hanging on the trunk of the Wisdom Tree—even if they don't have personal wisdom, their spirituality is so great that it can give birth to many 'natural spirits'."

"In your local cultural background, they are the essence of heaven and earth, grass and wood fairies and such things."

"Is that so, that's pretty good."

Su Zhou nodded slightly. Although he could hear the rather subtle empathy in Yala's tone, he didn't know why—wasn't it a good thing that his personal space could give birth to fairies and immortals? It's not like he hasn't seen fairies, they are all quite cute, and he doesn't mind at all.

Not caring about this kind of small matter, Su Zhou looked at his personal space again.

"The last time I used the underworld server to accommodate the souls of the Qingqiu people and the heavenly demons, I thought about it."

He thought to himself: "If I create a large number of electronic underworlds in my personal space, to accommodate the souls of the evildoers I have killed, and also take in the innocent people who died accidentally, and even let them transform into natural spirits and be reborn..."

"In that case, what's the difference between this and a portable underworld hell, a portable heaven and paradise?"

Yala didn't respond to this, and Su Zhou didn't think much about it either.

He turned his attention back to reality.

The carriage sped along the road in the forest. In Su Zhou's spiritual perception, there were also many mountain people nearby picking nuts and mushrooms, or picking up firewood, and occasionally large groups of merchants and carriages passed by, stirring up dust.

Su Zhou could feel that in the bodies of all the Fire Folk, whether they were residents of Twilight City, mountain people, or merchants, there was indeed a part of his bloodline... This dragon blood, inherited from the dragon blood potion of the past, still had a high purity even today.

These people were indeed his people, the descendants of those he had protected from the end of the era and brought to the new era.

Soon, after leaving the forest around Twilight City, the mist gradually dissipated, and the carriage entered a vast plain.

The flat and vast plain around Twilight City extends all the way to the center of the continent. This is a plain terrain connected by rivers to each other, and because the Tartadis world is a world where the sky is round and the earth is square, if the observer's eyesight is good enough and uses the far-sighted spell, he can even see the sacred fire towers of dozens of cities and villages in the distance from the Sacred Fire Tower of Twilight City.

This flat and fertile river plain occupies one-third of the middle of the cashew-shaped land of the Sacred Fire Continent, supplying the food needs of the vast majority of the Fire Folk. Here, you can always see endless green in the spring and summer, and golden ears of wheat all over the mountains in the autumn.

Just like now, Su Zhou could see the sacred fire of seven agricultural villages on this plain at a glance, but he didn't see the green that Aimon had said was almost occupying the entire world.

On the contrary—Su Zhou could only see large areas of barren land, and withered plant branches and leaves.

Facing Su Zhou's questioning gaze, Aimon put down the Doctrine in his hand, making a clanging metal sound. He sighed and explained.

"My Lord, last winter, the entire Southeast region welcomed a great snowstorm unseen in a hundred years. It was clearly a tropical region, but the severe cold that could freeze streams lasted for two months."

"And in the spring, there was no rain for a long time. The area around Twilight City is actually still good. If you walk further to the southwest, the ground is cracked from drought, and dozens of cities and villages are suffering from food shortages together."

Speaking of this, the gray-haired priest's face was worried, and his tone was full of deep anxiety: "It's not just that—there are even floods in the north of the continent. The Three Gods are above, that is a rocky hilly area, but continuous torrential rains for dozens of days have turned it into a swamp, and even lakes have formed. The compatriots living there have to flee, and their goats can't live in the swamp."

"The situation in Twilight City is actually not bad, after all, they can still buy food by waterway, and they can also fish."

"Is it so?"

Hearing this, Su Zhou couldn't help but sit up a little, he seriously looked around the surrounding environment: "Do you have any countermeasures?"

"The Blessed are all rescuing disasters everywhere, they are artificially raining everywhere, or moving rain clouds, transferring the water vapor from the flooded areas to the drought-stricken areas, and the four most elite Paladin legions of the Central Sanctuary are also transporting disaster relief resources everywhere."

Speaking of this, Aimon's expression relaxed a little. He put his hands together and prayed for these busy people, and then continued to explain to Su Zhou: "These things started half a year ago, and everyone in the Central Sanctuary is so busy that they can't touch the ground. Otherwise, it wouldn't be my turn, an ordinary priest of the Enlightenment Order, to come and investigate the theft of the Twilight City source water soul fragment, because the Central Sanctuary really can't find any extra manpower."

"This time I didn't complete the task, but I think I couldn't solve it anyway, at most I would just record some information and doubts and report them to the Central Sanctuary."

Aimon didn't know about the relationship between Alber and Glo, the chief priest of Twilight City, but with the Mind of No Thought, Su Zhou had already known this, he glanced at the red-haired pirate who was kneeling aside, silent, and shook his head: "You can't complete the task... After all, who would investigate themselves?"

"My Lord, do you mean..."

Hearing this, Aimon was slightly surprised, he followed Su Zhou's gaze to Alber, and then his mind began to replay the scenes he had investigated in the Twilight City Temple.

Su Zhou didn't continue to say anything, this was Aimon's task.

And the relationship between Alber and Glo just proved that the path he had expounded before was correct.

Because of the hostile relationship between pirates and the Wind and Fire Folk, for the sake of the survival and peace of Twilight City, Priest Glo used black methods, and gave birth to children without love, causing Alber, a sea king-level pirate, to be born—but precisely because of this, the almost abandoned Twilight City was revived in Glo's hands, and the peaceful lives of hundreds of thousands of people were built on Glo's black methods.

Alber, a vicious pirate like this, certainly needs to be judged and punished, but what is the environment that gave birth to such an evildoer, and what is the root cause?

Su Zhou is not interested in the past experiences of evildoers, but if he wants to eradicate the source of evil, rather than just treating the symptoms and killing one when he meets one, then he must trace back to the original origin.

"The rebellion of more than a hundred years ago? What exactly was the reason..."

Su Zhou still had doubts about this, but Aimon's authority was indeed insufficient, and he didn't know the inside story of that now top-secret rebellion. But the youth could directly ask the Fire Lord Elias, which was one of the reasons why he wanted to go to the Central Sanctuary first.

Of course, confirming the living conditions of the vast majority of the Fire Folk along the way was also a top priority... After all, in a sense, Su Zhou could be said to be the old father of all the local Fire Folk that they had never met.

As for now, Su Zhou was very interested in a certain detail in the gray-haired priest's words.

"Aimon, are you saying that those Blessed are rescuing disasters in their own name, and so are the Paladin legions, and not in the name of the Central Sanctuary?"

Su Zhou said thoughtfully, his tone a little intriguing: "That's not ordinary—the Blessed in various places, their reputations are very high, right?"

"Of course, the Blessed manage a large area separately, that is the land they are responsible for, and the Sanctuary only gives instructions."

Aimon was not sensitive to this aspect, he recalled for a while, and then continued: "As for reputation... every Blessed is a saint of the world, if the Lord does not issue a divine decree, then the Blessed have the final say."

The priest didn't feel anything wrong with this, after all, in his eyes, the Blessed were also part of the Sanctuary, publicizing them was equivalent to publicizing the Sanctuary, and what they did was naturally what the Sanctuary did.

But Su Zhou was very clear that the history of the reincarnation world was still too short—he could guess just by hearing that those Blessed on the Sacred Fire Continent seemed to be taking advantage of the natural disasters in various places to expand their personal cult and prestige, and they had a faint tendency to become independent.

However, Su Zhou couldn't be sure whether this was the norm in the Sacred Fire Kingdom. After all, he came from a country that has been unified since ancient times, and naturally feels that the Sanctuary should manage and represent everything... But who knows if the Sacred Fire Kingdom is a feudal system, a military governor system, or an advanced federal system? Maybe the doctrines under the rule of each Blessed are different, and they even have to fight with the Central Sanctuary for disaster relief supplies, who knows.

"But it's not surprising—after all, according to Aimon, the obligations and dedication of the clergy are very many, but they can't enjoy a luxurious life, and they can't even take the initiative to attack enemies, they can only wait for counterattacks."

The youth kept this information in his heart: "Alright."

Unlike Aimon, who had always lived under the rule of the Sanctuary, as an outsider, he had a more neutral and objective perspective, and could analyze rationally: "Since the Blessed are contributing their strength to rescue disasters, then it is natural for them to gain reputation and worship. It is not realistic to treat everyone as a saint."

Time passed, and the carriage had sped a long distance.

Su Zhou and his party passed through the drought-stricken farmland around Twilight City, and crossed several agricultural villages. Su Zhou could see many farmers with sad faces sighing at the dying crops, but he could also see that convoys from afar brought emergency food to the villages, and an entire team of professional priests were walking around, working together to cast spells that could change the weather, bringing temporary rain.

Although, it was just a drop in the bucket, but according to these priest teams, they were just the vanguard to ensure that the crops would not wither. In a few days, the Blessed · Lammert, who manages the Southeast region, would arrive, and he would bring his team to completely drive away the drought and bring sweet dew to everyone.

This immediately made Su Zhou, who was planning to personally rain and relieve the drought, withdraw his hand.

In any case, the fact that the Fire Folk could save themselves made him feel gratified.

No matter what system it is, as long as it can meet the needs of the people, serve the people, and solve the people's worries in times of crisis, it is a good system.

The code of laws of the Sacred Fire Kingdom is indeed too harsh, and while it lacks freedom, it undoubtedly has great problems in terms of judging good and evil. But it is difficult to use pure good or bad to describe a thing itself.

At least, in terms of 'love is an obligation', because of the education of the doctrine, all the Fire Folk will do their best to help their compatriots and give their all to love each other.

Su Zhou could see that after continuous casting of spells, many priests with shallow magic power in the priest team had fainted due to overload. To this, the youth secretly took action and gave them some pure wood energy from the Wisdom Tree, slowly nourishing their somewhat exhausted spirits and bodies.

Aimon and Alber also noticed Su Zhou's actions, one praised, the other ridiculed.

Su Zhou didn't care.

Some more time passed.

The Northwestern warhorses who traveled a thousand *li* a day found that even if they dozed off while standing, the carriage would push them forward and backward. At this time, most of them fell into a state of complete laziness. They sleepily looked around at the scenery and sped past, almost falling asleep while lying down.

And at this time, the carriage came to the checkpoint that straddled the Far East region and the Central region of the Sacred Fire Continent.

The checkpoint called Lylin is essentially a commercial city built in front of a mountain gorge. It is responsible for transshipping the local products from all over the Far East region to the central part of the continent, and also transporting various handicraft products produced in the central region to various parts of the Far East. Travelers can naturally bypass it, but it is not necessary.

Huge windmills stood outside Lylin City. Because this place was close to the mountains, and rivers flowed out of the mountains, there were no signs of drought. Next to the river, several sawmills and water mills were clearly visible, and even a huge hydraulic workshop was built downstream, where you could hear the heavy sound of steel hitting, which was a production base for forging large agricultural tools.

There was a large flow of people around Lylin City, mostly merchants. When they arrived here, Su Zhou didn't continue to use his power to make the carriage float. The Northwestern warhorses, who were finally able to stand on solid ground, initially had a feeling of unreality. After stomping on the solid ground a few times, they excitedly began to stride forward and walked towards the city.

Following the long stream of people, Su Zhou and his party quickly arrived at the inspection point at the city gate—here, they were not inspecting for dangerous items, but to prevent people from carrying strange creatures and seeds across the border. There was already a basic concept of biological invasion on the Sacred Fire Continent, especially since this was a magical world, some abnormally mutated demonized plants might not be harmful in the local area, but if they were in a different environment, they would immediately cause great trouble.

"Ah, are you... a Chosen One?"

Aimon naturally came forward for the inspection. The young priest in charge of the inspection nodded respectfully after noticing Aimon's strength, and then said with some embarrassment: "Although it is a bit rude, but I'm sorry, Lord Aimon, if it is an ordinary person, we would not stop him, but recently, the disaster situation in the Far East region is relatively serious. Lord Lammert, the Blessed, has issued instructions that all Chosen One-level priests, unless necessary, must stay in the local area to fight against the disaster..."

"This is what it should be, we should love each other—the Sacred Fire Lord's holy words say: If you dedicate yourself to everyone, everyone will dedicate themselves to you."

To this, Aimon naturally wouldn't refuse, but he was also a little embarrassed: "But I am carrying out a task given by the Central Sanctuary, and I have to go back to report."

"This..."

The young priest hesitated—the instructions of the Blessed were naturally the most important, but the task of the Central Sanctuary was obviously also very important. This kind of thing was not something that an ordinary inspection priest could determine.

But in the end, he still bowed slightly to Aimon and apologized: "I'm sorry, Chosen One, please stay here for a few more days. Lord Lammert will come here soon. Reporting to you, Lord, should be the same as reporting to the Sanctuary..."

"This is not the same..."

Aimon was a little dumbfounded, but in fact, this was what most local grassroots priests in various places thought. After all, except for the priests directly under the Central Sanctuary, most local priests have always been responsible to the local Blessed. For them, the Blessed represented the Sanctuary.

Aimon wanted to continue to explain, but suddenly, he heard a dull sound from behind. The gray-haired priest turned his head, only to find that a surprised Alber had been kicked out of the carriage, and was now lying on the ground, looking confused.

"Ouch..."

Alber was a sea king who had taken the source water soul fragment. He had power strong enough to contend with the Blessed at sea, but he was as weak as an ordinary person on land. Alber, who was no longer an active sea king, struggled to get up, but was grabbed by the back of his neck by a force and sent to the surprised Aimon.

Then, a calm voice appeared in the ears of the inspection priest.

"This is our mission—we have captured the Sea King of Annoyance Sea, the great pirate Phantom Light · Alber, and urgently need to return to report. Now, we need to resupply in the city and return to the Central Sanctuary as quickly as possible."

"This, this is?!"

The inspection priest didn't have the energy to care about where the sudden voice came from. He looked at the black-faced Alber with shock, and couldn't help but gasp: "It's the rebel in the sea!"

For the priests of the Fire Folk, the image of the seven sea kings was simply basic education content. Everyone had the responsibility to eliminate the rebels, especially for the priests in the coastal eastern region. The inspection priest could basically confirm that the Alber in front of him was undoubtedly the person himself, whether it was the faint, uncomfortable evil aura emanating from him, or the sea aura brought by the source water soul fragment, all of which were enough to prove this.

Most importantly, there was no concept of lying among priests. Since he said he was, then he was.

"Yes, sorry, sorry for the disturbance!"

Obviously, the inspection priest also knew how big this matter was. Even the Blessed couldn't say that they could represent the Sanctuary and accept a sea king. He immediately opened the checkpoint and invited Aimon and the carriage into the city: "Please come in, lords—but I still have to report this matter to my superiors, this is my duty."

"My Lord, this matter..." Aimon was still confused, he didn't quite understand why Su Zhou wanted to tell others that Alber was in their hands—this was not something that could be publicized casually! That was one of only seven sea kings in the world!

"That's why we have to publicize it."

Su Zhou had a different idea, he whispered his reply to Aimon, and smiled: "If you want to stir up waves on the sea, how can you do it without throwing a bigger momentum? Although the waves I personally create are bigger, it's not interesting enough to observe that way."

"Don't worry, Aimon, wait."

Compared to this kind of small matter, he was more concerned about the construction in Lylin City—this could infer what level the technological level of the Sacred Fire Kingdom had reached.

As for Alber, who was used as a ticket to swipe his face, was initially a little dazed, but in the end, his face turned black, and his red beard trembled, filled with shame.

"So, I was being used as a ticket?!"

Su Zhou, who could hear his inner voice, couldn't help but smile: "Otherwise what?"

Just after Su Zhou and his party entered the city.

He returned to the Lylin City Temple, his residence, as quickly as possible.

The inspection priest took out the communication magic circle hidden in the dark box, and nervously recorded what he had just seen and sent it out.

The message of magic power was transmitted—but it did not fly towards the direction where the local Blessed Lammert was located, but towards an ordinary agricultural town outside Lylin City.

And a stationed priest stationed in the city received the news, and also transmitted the news as quickly as possible, notifying a Chosen One-level Sanctuary priest who was trekking in the wilderness.

The Sanctuary priest forwarded it again, and this time, the direction of information transmission was the Central Sanctuary,

Central continent, Central Sanctuary, at the foot of Mount Morning Star.

In the quiet room of an ancient temple, a young man who looked only in his early twenties raised his head.

"Actually?"

The man muttered to himself and got up from the ground. He was thin, his face had a metallic luster, and he had long, deep purple hair, and wore a string of Mithril meditation chains. It could be seen that he was wearing a simple robe with gold ground and red borders, which was the coloring that only the Blessed could use.

Although this unknown Blessed had a young face, his expression revealed a sense of old age. He repeatedly browsed the message he had received, full of doubts: "Alber was actually captured? Which old friend did this good deed?"

"Without the help of divine power, even if I take action, I can't do anything to him, who can sneak into the deep sea... Could it be Isher? Only he has the determination to go deep into the sea and fight against those rebels, and the power to win the battle—but that's not right, he just came back from the Sea of ​​Confusion recently and met the Lord."

Walking back and forth in the quiet room, the deep purple-haired Blessed seriously thought about the possibilities. He muttered to himself in his heart: "It's strange, didn't those rebels say that their plan has reached the final step, and everyone has gone to the Sea of ​​Meditation? Why was Alber still captured? Were they ambushed, or was Alber acting alone?"

"The eastern coastal area is Lammert's territory. Although that guy is an unchangeable, stubborn as a rock, he is not so loyal to the Lord."

Thinking was fruitless. Without enough conditions, even a university professor couldn't solve a third-grade Olympiad problem, let alone he knew almost nothing about the current situation, and he couldn't do anything except guess.

In any case, since it had already happened, he wouldn't stop it. The Blessed lowered his eyes and took out another communication magic circle base from his arms.

It could be seen that the deep blue base was engraved with undulating wave patterns, vaguely revealing a deep and vast aura.

After hesitating for a while, he finally entered magic power and activated the communication magic circle base.

The deep purple-haired Blessed had a trace of indifference in his heart: "Let's ask those rebels what's going on first."

"If there is a problem with their plan, then I will not continue to accompany them!"

There will be a second update in the evening