The year 1091 of the Holy Hui Calendar, the month of budding.

The 60th year of the Great Crusade.

One of the plane federations under the Wizard Council, the Wanji Plane.

In the sky.

A "mechanical sun" made of countless metals, gears, and runes is suspended in the air.

The wizards and mechanical creatures of the Myriad Planes call it the "Eternal Crucible"

In the Eternal Furnace, endless fire elemental power gathers here, reacts, and transforms into energy for the mechanical creatures in the Myriad Machines Plane.

This is the most important place in the Myriad Planes and the energy center.

On the side of the Eternal Furnace, the huge legendary wizard sky city stands guard beside it.

Above the Sky City, there is a sea-blue wizard tower that rises high into the clouds.

At the top of the tower, a wizard in a blue robe with eyes as deep as an ancient wise man was looking at the crystal ball floating in front of him.

This is the legendary wizard of the ocean faction, Deep Blue Sage Luther.

Since coming to this plane of all things, he has fought many battles with the Father of Plague, with both sides winning and losing.

The opponent is an extremely difficult evil god, whose plague power is pervasive. Even mechanical creatures are at risk of being infected.

Those infected mechanical creatures will collectively lose control, forming a terrible wave of "Intelligent Machine Crisis".

However, the invasions from the Father of Plague have been less frequent recently, which makes Luther a little uncomfortable. He always feels that the other party is plotting a bigger conspiracy.

In addition to being a legendary wizard of the Ocean School, the Deep Blue Sage is also a rare wizard of the Prophecy faction.

Now, he is using the crystal ball to try to see through the fog and predict some things so as to make the next move.

Now, the divination has reached its final stage.

On the crystal ball, bizarre and complex images flashed one by one.

Finally, the picture freezes on a boundless dark land, a plane that is mainly blue.

"Nora..."

The Father of Plague is a powerful evil god. Even with the methods of the legendary wizard, this is the only information he can divination.

There is no way to predict the rest.

However, the Deep Blue Sage has been dealing with the Evil God for many years, and he basically understands all of the Evil God's tactics.

"He is going to send down a saint incarnation in Nora. This may be a good time to take action."

Whether it is an evil god or a righteous god, through the correct descent ceremony held by its believers, it can descend to a certain plane in the form of a saint incarnation.

The strength of the descending incarnation is related to the strength of the evil god itself, the level of the god's descent ceremony, the level of the sacrifice, the size of the plane itself, etc.

What connects all of this is the mysterious power of faith.

It is not easy for the gods to send down a saint incarnation. The farther the distance, the greater the cost and consumption.

Therefore, the Deep Blue Sage felt that now might be a good opportunity.

"Wait, that guy must have guessed that I could tell His fortune. Could this be a deliberate trap set by Him... just waiting for me to enter and catch him in the trap?

But if you don't try, you might miss an opportunity to severely injure or even kill him.

By the way, why not ask the magical coin of destiny?"

In the palm of the Deep Blue Sage, an ordinary-looking coin appeared at some point.

"Magical coin of destiny, tell me what to do?"

The Deep Blue Sage gently tossed the coin, which fell to the ground in a perfect parabola, spinning continuously.

Finally, the coin lands heads up.

The robes of the Deep Blue Sage fluttered in the wind, and his eyes flashed with countless stars, reflecting the entire plane of all things.

The next moment, the legendary wizard's face became firm and he turned into an endless stream of blue particles, dissipating in the wizard tower.

There, only the gold coin of destiny lay quietly, face up.

The pattern shows a lady's elegant and gentle smile.

I don't know how long it will be.

It seemed as if the painful wails of gods echoed throughout the multidimensional space, and as if a war that could change the world had broken out somewhere.

With the aftermath of the terrifying shock wave.

Inside the wizard tower, the coin of destiny was shaken, revealing the reverse side of the coin of destiny.

On the other side, there was also the lady's smile, which seemed to be full of affirmation, determination, and... courage.

The legendary wizard's magical coin of destiny has only the front side.

…

Somewhere in the Wanji plane, yellow sand filled the sky, and everywhere were broken mechanical wreckage, parts, gears, and the corpses of rotting green monsters...

This is one of the battlefields between wizards and the Plague Legion in the Myriad Planes.

Although the Father of Plague is an evil god, he is a real inventor. He uses various plague magics and some powerful creatures from the multidimensional world to control and transform them to form a powerful plague army under his command.

In fact, except for large-scale wars involving legendary wizards, the Plague Father does not need to personally take part in most plane invasions.

He is a god, the father of all the unclean ones. It is very unbecoming for him to take action personally.

Basically, a "Plague Lord" who is comparable to a great wizard can lead a certain number of plague legions to capture most planes where there are no demigods.

Below the Great Lord are the larger number of "Plague Lords", also known as the "Great Unclean Ones". These plague monsters, comparable to high-level wizards, are the horrific nightmares of the enemies on the battlefield.

This was originally the base of a wizard regiment. Three days ago, the Plague Lord, who was unexpectedly reported, led his army to sweep here. A large number of wizards died on the battlefield, and many evacuated.

Far away from the scorching surface of the battlefield, two alchemical spheres, one large and one small, were rolling forward in the wind and sand. The surface of the spheres was covered with scars, and the alchemical parts were of varying new and old.

"I don't know when the war will end. I really want to go back to the Endless Sea. Just looking at the endless blue sea will make me feel better." Stella said softly.

She looked at Herman's frown. "Herman, you are still worried about the Gray Tower, right?"

"Yes, when they left the Gray Tower and without the three-ring wizard in charge, Morpheus would definitely bully them..." said Hermann.

"Don't think too much. Just hold on for a while. When the war is over, maybe we can go back... Besides, didn't you say that Levi is not an ordinary person? Maybe he has grown up now and can stand on his own." Stella said.

"That boy is indeed extraordinary. I even suspect that he was reborn after taking over the body of a Yuanhun wizard. Haha." Recalling those companions in the Endless Sea, the Tower Master's voice began to become cheerful.

"Unconsciously, I have been away for sixty years..."

"yes."

The two balls sighed and disappeared into the yellow sand under the sunset.

…

world.

Peacock Kingdom.

The prosperous southern region.

There was a valley that smelled terrible.

The valley was filled with rotting corpses, many of which were human. Some of these corpses were half-buried in the soil, while others were displayed directly in the open air.

These corpses were caused by the great plague last year, when many southern lords and civilians dumped here those who died of the plague.

Although some doctors told these lords that the bodies should be cremated to avoid infection, only a few people were able to do so due to ignorance and stupidity.

"What a perfect place for God to descend." Count Johnson held a green ghost claw in his hand, enjoying the charming smell of decay.

"It's a long-lasting aftertaste." For zombies, filth and the stench of corpses are what increase their appetite the most.

Because only in this way can one express his faith in the Father of Plague.

Every believer of the Plague Father, whether it is a ghoul or any other filthy and rotten creature, is proud to be the "Great Unclean One" beside the Father God.

"Come out, everyone. Don't eat anything secretly. These are offerings to the Father God. These offerings are not enough. Go to the surrounding cities and secretly capture some more and try not to provoke those human rangers. Although their strength is average, now is the critical moment to summon the Father God. We can't allow any unnecessary trouble." Earl Jorson said.

Under the ground where the rotting corpses were displayed, wriggling things that looked like rotten meat appeared. Tens of thousands of white maggots swarmed in the rotten meat, making it look like a honeycomb.

Then, the rotten flesh gradually condensed and transformed into the figures of nobles.

The strength of the ghoul clan, from the lowest to the strongest, is the lowest level ghoul, baron, earl, duke, grand duke, prince...

The vast majority of these figures are ordinary ghouls, with strength roughly equal to that of a first-ring wizard.

Earl Johnson could feel that perhaps a hundred years later, the strength of his men would be enough to sweep the world.

However, with the resurgence of the demonic tide, this amount of manpower is no longer enough.

Even if we leave the church aside.

Recently, a force that fights against dark creatures seems to have emerged in the world, repeatedly destroying the good deeds of the ghoul clan.

The miraculous doctor Watson is most likely the one who controls this hidden force.

The ghoul clan needs the leadership of the Father God, otherwise they will not be able to fight against these forces.

And this day is coming soon.

Three days later.

In the valley, the zombies poured in, and with them came freshly-excavated corpses.

All of these corpses were arranged in specific magic array patterns, forming an eight-pointed star magic array made up of corpses in the valley.

Earl Jorson directed his subordinates' work in an orderly manner.

final.

The sacrificial array for God's descent has been fully prepared. Earl Johnson is excited. He has been waiting for this moment for a long time.

With the guidance of God the Father, they no longer need to hide.

The ghouls stood beside Count Jolson, waiting until night fell and darkness enveloped the earth.

Then, Count Jolson placed the ghoul's arm in the center of the sacrificial circle.

These zombies looked solemn, no different from those praying in the church.

Compared to humans, perhaps these monsters have a purer faith in their own gods.

After all, except for their father god, in most planes, they are despised rotten monsters.

Only God the Father, like a true loving father, treats every believer equally and tolerantly, without any distinction of high or low.

In comparison, the God of the Holy Light Church is a false father.

"You are the source of all evil."

"You are the embodiment of all ills."

"You are the father of the Great Unclean One!"

"The great ancestor of the corpse ghosts, the father of plague, the god of despair and corruption!"

"Come!"

Accompanied by the prayers of all the ghouls.

The pitch-black night became even darker and deeper, even the stars seemed dim.

A long time passed.

There was no response to prayer.

This made Earl Johnson hesitate.

The other zombies were also suspicious, but since the count did not ask them to stop, they did not dare to say anything.

Until I prayed dozens of times.

The magic circle didn't react at all.

"Boss, what's going on?" a zombie baron couldn't help but ask.

"Don't ask, just keep praying. Maybe we are not pious enough. We should increase our efforts." Earl Johnson said.

"OK."

In the valley, time passed by every second.

The divine descent ritual seems to have not been successful yet.

"Impossible... My rituals, prayers, and all the steps are strictly in accordance with the Book of Corpses. This was compiled by the Prince of Ghouls himself. He has met the Father God and was given the title of the Great Unclean One by the Father God. Maybe the sacrifices are not enough..."

Lord Jorson pondered in his heart.

Just as he was about to send the zombies to the nearby territory to kidnap people.

Among the stars above, one star seemed to have turned a bleak green.

The next moment, the divine magic circle shone brightly, and the corpses, flesh, intestines, rotten bones, and all kinds of rotten things all began to tremble and buzz.

Then, these things began to condense and rushed towards the ghost claws of the Ghoul Prince in the center of the magic circle.

Before long, a mountain of flesh tens of meters high began to form in the center.

Rotten intestines burrowed into the belly of the meat mountain like earthworms. Densely packed maggots formed the muscles of the meat mountain. Pale bone spurs protruded from the meat mountain. A strange long tongue drilled out from the belly of the meat mountain, sniffing around like a snake. Green miasma permeated the meat mountain and accumulated in the valley.

When the terrifying monster that could not be looked at directly was finally formed, all the zombies looked fanatical.

In their eyes, this ugly green mountain of flesh was so tall and majestic, kind and gentle. Its palms, full of oil, fungi, and viruses, seemed to be able to touch the boundless void. Even the stars were extinguished in the face of such corrupt power.

Count Jolson fell to the ground with a thud, and so did the other ghouls.

They all shouted in unison.

"Father God!"

On the head of the mountain of flesh, the blurred facial features revealed a smiling face like that of a kind father.

"My dear children, thank you so much..."

The Meat Mountain looked at the starry sky, and His heart was filled with peace: "The plague will not be defeated, nor will it be eliminated. Luther, we will meet again..."

…

Black Stripe City.

Levi spent half a year here.

In the past six months, Levi did not go on any expeditions.

He just stayed in Black Mark City, quietly collecting and digesting all the knowledge about the ancient saint civilization in the city.

On the other hand, he was studying the ancient sacred methods.

He once wanted to try to learn the ancient sage method, but eventually gave up.

He always felt that the Ancient Saints' Law seemed to be able to give birth to powerful Ancient Saints, but compared to the Knight's Breathing Law, it was not perfect.

Therefore, he planned to wait until he collected more ancient sacred methods before considering whether or not to practice this method.

Soon, Monka's voice was heard outside.

"Sir, I have something important to discuss with you," Monka said in a hurried voice.

"Come in." Levi said lightly.

"What's up?"

"The White Scale Tribe of Levin City and the Swift Tribe of It City are heading towards our Black Spot City. It is said that these two tribes defected to the Ancient Saint Qingjia not long ago. Now they may have received the instructions of the Ancient Saint Qingjia to put pressure on me..."

After listening to this, information about the two tribes flashed through Levi's mind.

The White Scale Tribe and the Swift Tribe are the two largest tribes within a radius of ten thousand miles, except for the Black Spot Tribe. Both tribes have ancient snake-level powerhouses in charge.

Ever since Monka led the tribe into Black Spot City, the various parties have been fighting over territorial issues for many years, but there has been no result.

Originally, Levi wanted to wait until he had time and take Monka to destroy these tribes, integrate them and form a powerful army so that he could fight against the ancient saints in the future.

It's just that he was so busy with his research that he never had time to do it.

Unexpectedly, the other party came to my door now.

"Get ready for the battle. I will fight as your general. Please don't reveal my true strength for the time being." Levi said calmly.

"Okay, it's all up to you, sir." During this period, Levi always discussed the issue of the unification of the Ancient Saint Empire with Kane in Monka's mansion.

At first, Monka thought the Ancient Saint was joking, but later, he found that the other party was serious...

This unknown powerful ancient saint really wanted to unify the Ancient Saint Empire and complete this feat that no one had accomplished since the first ancient saint.

…

Outside the Black Spot City.

Monka rode a giant beast like a rhinoceros, and looked at the huge army in front of him with his cold lizard pupils.

Next to Monka, a salamander man wearing armor and covered with red scales was also riding a giant beast with a calm expression.

"Monka, Chief Swift and I are here today on the orders of the Ancient Saint Green Armor. Our three families have been fighting for years, and we are evenly matched with no winner. There is no point in going on like this. The Ancient Saint Green Armor has already set his eyes on our land. Listen to my advice and surrender. This world will eventually be divided up by the ancient saints, and below the ancient saints, we are all ants." Chief White Scale said.

"Bai Lin, your tribe has had ancient saints in its history. Are you willing to stoop to such a low position? Are you willing to be someone's dog? Even though I, Monka, cannot defeat the ancient saints, I would rather die in battle than lead my subordinates to surrender." Monka said very firmly.

Who made him have a hidden ancient saint by his side?

Otherwise, a man who knows the times like Monka would have surrendered long ago.

"Monka, with the strength of your clan, how can you be a match for the combined strength of our two clans? Stop struggling in vain and surrender quickly!" urged the Swift Clan Leader.

"Stop talking nonsense, come at me all together, I will use my endless burning power to burn you to death!" Monka said fearlessly.

On the city wall, the old lizard Kane, one of the commanders of Monka’s army, looked nervous.

"I'm afraid this battle is going to be disastrous. How can Monka, alone, be a match for two ancient snake-level warriors... Hey, why did that fire lizard kid run onto the battlefield? Isn't this nonsense?"

During this period, Levi dealt with Kane as a seeker of knowledge, with a very gentle and humble attitude, which was completely different from the arrogant and domineering temperament of the Salamanders.

Kane had a preconceived notion that Levi was also a cultured person like himself.

Who would have thought that this kid would actually follow Lord Monka and go to the battlefield quietly.

"In that case, there is nothing more to say. We have already given you the chance." The White Scale Clan leader sneered.

"If we delay, something unexpected will happen. We must capture the Black Stripe City as soon as possible and return to report." After the Swift Chief said this, he led his army of lizardmen and charged towards the battlefield.

The velociraptor clan is born with incredible speed, and the velociraptor clan leader has even practiced the "Ancient Sacred Art of Sky-Splitting". He instantly turned into a residual shadow, holding a long sword in his hand, and the sword light tore through the battlefield, going straight in!

"Hahaha, so cool!" The Swift Chief laughed heartily, enjoying the killing very much.

On the other side, Monka was already fighting with the White Scale Chief. One was black, and the other was white. They were fighting on the battlefield. No lizardmen around dared to approach.

"This is the power of the ancient snake warrior. Although it is far inferior to the ancient saint, it is still no problem for him to kill three times in and three times out of these ordinary lizardmen armies." Kane has witnessed battles at the ancient saint level, so he was not surprised by such a small fight.

The Swift Chief killed a member of the Black Stripe Tribe with his sword. Suddenly, he discovered that there seemed to be a powerful fire lizard wearing armor in the army, fighting in his own formation.

"court death!"

The Swift Chief rushed into the battlefield, he was so fast that most attacks could not hit him.

“Sky-Splitting Slash!”

He used his own ancient sacred techniques to develop this invincible slashing move!

The gorgeous sword light blasted out a path, unstoppable.

But in front of the powerful fire lizard, he was killed by a single sword.

"Interesting, you can take my sword. I didn't expect that Monka could invite a strong man of the ancient snake level." The power of splitting the sky burst out, and the figure of the swift tribe leader suddenly disappeared.

Levi rode on the giant beast and calmly watched the swift chief spinning around him like a phantom, trying to confuse him in this way.

“It’s all fancy!”

The sky-splitting slashes came towards Levi like a tide.

Bang, bang, there were bursts of explosions.

Levi did not crush his opponent directly, but instead fought against him with the strength of an ancient snake.

At this moment, the Swift Chief's heart, which was confident at the beginning, became unconfident.

"What a powerful speed! It can even be compared with my Sky-Splitting Power. Is the ancient sacred method of the Fire Lizard Clan also good at speed?" The Swift Chieftain doubted his life in his heart.

In the end, Levi was not hurt at all.

The swift chief was breathing heavily, spitting out his tongue, and his body was shaking due to exhaustion.

He knew that he was no match for this powerful fire lizard. Even if the other party was not an ancient saint, he was not much worse.

He began to retreat quickly, turning into a shadow, trying to escape under Levi's nose.

Levi held the recast Frostmourne in his hand, pointed the sword to the sky, and the power of annihilation burst out!

As the sword came out, a crack of annihilation began to appear on the Swift Army in front.

All the lizardmen in the path of the gray sword light died!

"Don't run!"

Levi pulled the Blood Feather Bow, and a Blood Forbidden Cone appeared on it.

He easily pulled open this third-level blood weapon, the bow was like a full moon and the arrow was like a shooting star.

He seemed like a real ancient warrior, shooting an arrow!

The swift chief who had turned into a phantom and was escaping in front groaned, and the blood forbidden cone pierced his body, causing him great pain.

Then, one by one, the blood-forbidden cones were all driven into the body of the swift tribe leader.

Finally, he half-knelt on the ground, looking forward with a dazed look in his eyes, and he was already dead!

Seeing the tribal leader suddenly die, the other Swift Tribe warriors were shocked and for a moment, they didn't know what to do.

The White Scale Clan leader also noticed something was wrong.

"Dead? How is that possible? Who in this Black Stripe Tribe can kill the Swift Chief who is known for his speed and agility?"

The next moment, a blood-red figure rushed to the front of the battlefield and, together with Monka, beat up the White Scale Chief!

"Bai Lin, surrender. Look at your men, they are all in fear..." Monka said loudly.

"Impossible! I..."

Before the White Scale Chief could finish his words, he was knocked away by Levi's punch and fell to the ground, causing the earth to crack.

"White Flame!!"

White flames appeared all over the body of the angry White Scale Chief, which was a manifestation of the [Phosphorescent Fire Power] burning in his body!

If he surrendered, what would await him would be the revenge of the meticulous Qingjia Ancient Saint, and that would be true despair.

"If you can't see the situation clearly, then die!" Monka's scorching slash was wrapped in heat waves, and he entangled with the white scales that were emitting white flames.

Levi did not continue fighting, but quietly returned to the formation and watched the show alone.

"The strength I have shown now is almost enough. I am a relatively strong ancient snake-level warrior of the Salamander Clan... If he is even stronger, a new ancient saint will appear out of nowhere. I am afraid that other ancient saints will come to watch."

You know, the Reptile Civilization hasn't produced a new Ancient Saint for a long time. Every time a new Ancient Saint appears, it is an absolute big event that will soon spread throughout the Ancient Saint Empire.

Levi still wanted to develop for a while longer, and then start to explode after his Red Emperor Dragon Breathing Technique or Scarlet Dragon Breathing Technique reached the fourthteenth level.

In the end, the unyielding White Scale Chief was beheaded by Monka. White smoke was coming out of Monka's body and he was breathing heavily. He held the White Scale Chief's head high in the air.

"All the White Scales and Swift Fierce Tribes! Surrender! Otherwise, you will be killed without mercy!"

Monka spoke loudly, he was like a god of death, his vertical pupils exuded murderous intent, and the majesty of an ancient snake-level strongman swept across the battlefield.

The ordinary warriors of the White Scale and Swift Tribes finally put down their weapons...

Monka looked at all this with satisfaction. He never thought that one day he would be able to take off the head of the White Scale Chieftain with his own hands.

"Perhaps, that gentleman's dream of great unification... is not just a fantasy, he is really achieving this goal little by little."

At this moment, the blood that had been dormant in Monka's body for a long time was ignited again.

He looked towards the back of the battlefield and saw that the adult was already riding on a giant beast, slowly leaving on his own.

"With your help, I, Monka, can unify the border areas of the empire within ten years. When my ancient saint method is further improved, the two ancient saints, you and I, joining forces may be able to sweep the empire..." Monka imagined the future.

The most terrifying thing about that adult is that he has never shown his full strength until now. He only used one move to deal with me, but what is his upper limit? Monka is not sure.

Of course, he must not be stronger than the ancient saints mentioned above, otherwise you wouldn't have to hide in this remote place and keep a low profile.

Monka even felt that the Lord might be a hidden relative of the Ancient Saint Burning Sky, but because of some problems, they became enemies and eventually hid their identities and plotted revenge.

…

The next day.

Levi sat in the study, studying the ancient sage methods he obtained from the White Scale Tribe and the Swift Tribe.

The White Scale Clan's is called [Ancient Sacred Phosphorus Fire Spell], and the Swift Clan's is called [Ancient Sacred Sky-Splitting Spell].

The former requires long-term consumption of the flesh and blood of a ferocious underground beast called the [Phosphorus Fire Beast], while the latter requires the [Sky-Splitting Worm].

Both of these ferocious beasts are extremely ancient and difficult to hunt, and they are both descendants of ancient beasts.

Levi speculated that the bloodline of the Fire Beast could ultimately be traced back to Mobius, the Underground King, one of the four ancient kings, while the Sky-Splitting Worm was most likely the Sky King Othros.

"All the ancient saint methods of this Ancient Saint Empire are actually similar. In the final analysis, they all rely on the fierce beasts that inherited the blood of the four ancient kings to practice. By devouring these ancient bloodlines, these lizardmen continue to revert to their ancestors, and eventually transform into ancient saints at the level of ancient beasts, which is the limit. But it is obvious that the four ancient kings are far stronger than the ancient saints, and are very likely comparable to Yuanhun wizards, or even great wizards...

The Dark Lantern Dragon seems to represent fire. Could it be the underground king Mobius?

The Emerald Dragon is known for its speed and is also a highly poisonous dragon. Could it be the Sky King Othros?

Of course, it is also possible that, in addition to these four ancient kings, there are other dragons who have come here. My guess may not be correct. Wait for Monka to send someone to bring the Sky-Splitting Bug and the Scaled Fire Beast back to me, and test their bloodline, and then we will know. "

…

Rocky Prairie.

This place is very far away from Black Stripe City. On the prairie, stands a huge green city.

This is Qingjia City.

This city is the largest city in the western part of the Ancient Saint Empire.

Compared with Black Stripe City, Qingjia City is more magnificent and majestic.

This is the city of the Ancient Saint Qingjia. A hundred years ago, the Ancient Saint Qingjia became a saint here and then became the twelfth Ancient Saint.

The ranking of the Ancient Saints of the Ancient Saint Empire is a comprehensive ranking by the people based on the strength of the tribes led by each Ancient Saint and their battle records.

Although the Ancient Saint Qingjia ranks twelfth, he is still very young. He is only over two hundred years old and has a lot of room for improvement in the future.

On the throne of the City Lord's Mansion, a lizardman covered in green scales was dozing with his chin in his hand. The ministers below were all standing silently, not daring to say a word.

Until a creeper messenger from the Chiroptera suddenly flew to the hall, and then crawled there, trembling and said: "Old Saint, there is a battle report from the front. The White Scale Tribe and the Swift Tribe... have been defeated and surrendered."

The dozing Qingjia Ancient Saint opened his sharp eyes and asked softly, "Where are the two clan leaders?"

"They all died in battle."

"Haha, they are smart. They know that the consequence of surrendering is worse than death, so they choose to die in battle. Can't two ancient snakes take down a black stripe city?"

"Sir, it is said that... a strong man from the Fire Lizard Clan has come to the Lord of Black Mark City, and he seems to be at the level of an ancient snake."

"I see. In that case, are there any of you who are willing to go to the Black Stripe City on my behalf?"