Chaos

The Pope had no objection to Canaan's words: "I will go and arrange the teleportation array."

The latter shook his head and said: "I will use other methods to get there. The situation at the Black Mist Border is dangerous. You can come back later."

If the common method was used, it would take Canaan several days to reach the south, and it would be unable to deal with the subsequent attack of the black fog.

Is there any way to get to the border of the fog?

After the profiteer's sacrifice, Mason now has only one solution.

Flash forward to when Partington was hit by the Black Mist.

The contaminated portal has become a foreign object that emits a great deal of pollution. The profiteer sealed it and teleported it to prevent it from affecting Partington further.

Where could it be placed? Apart from those places polluted by the black mist, of course only the holiest place in the world could purify the contamination of the portal.

In addition, the profiteer happened to have a precise positioning, so Mason made a prompt decision and used the profiteer to send the portal to Canaan. Under the double purification of the Lord of All Things and Canaan's Heaven, the portal was directly suppressed.

Canaan turned around and placed his hand on the door. The cube in his palm merged into the luxurious golden door. As the black lines spread, a mysterious and blasphemous aura emanated from the door.

"Who summoned me? I—"

The Pope said meaningfully: "Isn't this a [portal]?"

The arrogant voice stopped abruptly, and the newly awakened portal stared at the crowd. At this moment, countless conspiracy theories flashed through his mind.

What's going on? Who brought it here? [Out of Control] Pollutants are a thorn in the side of the Bloodline. The Church and the Noble Association have launched hunts for it more than once. It has escaped countless times, and today it has finally entered the enemy's base.

It looked at the blind summoner angrily, but wilted immediately after feeling the surging power of the other party. It changed its words very tactfully: "Great sir, where do you want to go? I am happy to serve you!"

The red lines on the pollutant had faded to the point where they were barely visible, and its aura was not much different from before it was enhanced by the [Holy Arms]. Even so, the portal still retained its talent of saying what it wanted to say to whomever it met, fearing that the other party would abandon it to these church lunatics.

Yes, yes, it has indeed become stronger. But being stronger doesn't mean it can do anything! It would be stupid to provoke the Pope in the Holy City!

The portal dared not speak, and could only curse in its heart. It did not dare to curse the monster master directly, fearing that the other party would sense it, so it could only curse the heavens, the earth, and itself, silently complaining to the air.

"Send to Aurelius."

The portal didn't dare to make a sound, as obedient as a dog. The tightly closed door opened with a click, and wisps of black mist flowed out from it.

The smell of pollution spread, and the expressions of all the clergy became dangerous, and their eyes fell on the portal in unison.

Don't look at me, I was just following orders!

The atmosphere suddenly became very solemn. The portal trembled, firmly maintaining the transmission. Until Canaan passed through the portal, it disappeared in a hurry. The priests cast inquiring eyes to the Pope, who shook his head slightly.

"Since this is the Son's request, we must naturally complete it. This is the guidance of our Lord."

The Pope looked away. Another priest followed closely behind him, looking worried.

"Your Majesty, we don't have many people we can send out now. In addition to the bloodline guarding the Holy Land who cannot be sent out, we have sent one-third of our manpower to Partington to help maintain order. The number of people we can use is extremely limited."

As the most important city in human history, the church also has a base in Partington. After the incident, the church personnel stationed in Partington suffered heavy casualties. When the church received the information, it was too late. Partington suffered irreversible damage.

The Nobles Association feared that the Church would seize power, so they never allowed them to build a teleportation array directly to Partington.

“We have to take action.”

The Pope's tone left no room for doubt.

"The Nobles Association has been making Partington like an iron barrel to prevent us from interfering. Whether it is to save people or to insert our own nails into Partington, now is the best time. Once the trust of the Church is established in the hearts of the people of Partington, it will be impossible for the Nobles Association to kick us out. I don't want to hear excuses, I just want to hear the news of success."

"Santo, the support work is left to you."

Santo was sitting a little closer to the front than before, and his robes were more luxurious. He bowed his head respectfully and said, "I will not disappoint you."

"Aiden, please go to Partington. I will have the people there pick you up. You must maintain order in Partington."

Another burly clergyman knelt on one knee and said in a loud voice: "Yes, sir."

"How's the search for Cabin going?"

Another old priest lowered his head in shame: "We are still searching. Priest Cabin disappeared in the south. They don't like us getting close to them..."

"I don't want to hear excuses. Within a month, I want to see Cabrin appear in front of me. Even if it's a corpse."

"I will do my best."

The Pope arranged the tasks in an orderly manner, and the clergymen who received the tasks agreed one by one. Finally, the Pope looked around, and his childlike figure exuded a strong intimidation that made people dare not look him in the eye.

"Now that the Holy Son has awakened, we no longer need to be tolerant. The influence of the Noble Association has been reduced to an unprecedented level. We must seize this opportunity."

The majestic gaze symbolized the will of the gods. As long as it was the Pope's order, it was the direction for the church to move forward. The clergy knelt on the ground and said in unison: "Everything will be done according to your will."

......

The other side of the portal.

As soon as he walked out the door, Canaan immediately smelled the familiar smell of pollution.

The portal was also startled: "What's going on?"

Countless monsters were running across the wasteland, fighting with the humans trapped in it. The thick fog was as black as ink, occupying every inch of space. In the distance, towering city walls could be seen, with more monsters crawling towards them. It was a miserable scene of hell on earth.

Seeing the silver-haired young man looking at him, the portal panicked: "I don't know. According to my intuition, Oleus's location is right here."

Its feeling is indeed correct.

A furious roar erupted from the monster, alerting its companions to the approaching danger. A figure bathed in scarlet rushed out and casually chopped off the head of the nearest monster.

“Hahahaha, ha ...——!!”

The red-haired young man let out a twisted, wild laugh, his dark golden eyes stained with blood, and he wantonly slaughtered all living things. Killing intent is usually used to describe intangible things, but in Oreius, the killing intent has truly become a substance.

Scarlet phantoms appeared around him, and countless wailing ghosts were gnawing at the bodies of their enemies, venting the pain they had suffered in their lives. Any monster that dared to approach was torn into pieces, and the surrounding warriors hurriedly moved away from the red-haired young man, their faces full of fear and terror.

Such a killer is a nightmare to the enemy and his companions. The portal retreated a little. After getting rid of the control of the [Holy Arms], its head was obviously much more useful.

"It seems we have come at the wrong time, why don't we go first?"

The person being questioned did not answer its words, which gave the portal a bad feeling. The wild wind tore at the silver-white hair. [Heaven] spread in all directions, like a new rising sun.

The portal's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

The clear light attracted the attention from all directions. The next second, countless black shadows rushed into the area, squeaked and burned into black smoke.

They were groups of monsters with bat bodies and human heads. Their greedy and crazy gazes were fixed on the silver-haired young man, and they were not afraid that they would be reduced to ashes.

Crazy, crazy, crazy...these guys are crazy!

Pure purifying power appeared in the black mist, like a drop of water in a frying pan, burning all the monsters' sanity. All the monsters that could fly rushed into [Heaven], and the light vines grew wildly, illuminating the sky and the ground. From them, fluttering light butterflies flew out, following the breath of humans and flying in all directions.

Several exhausted bloodline warriors gathered together, struggling against the endless stream of enemies, their trembling hands barely able to hold their weapons. Just as they were about to be drowned by the beast tide, a soft light descended upon the humans, healing their wounds.

The blessing from Heaven dispelled their fear and anxiety. Several people looked up subconsciously, and translucent butterflies hovered around them, giving them the courage to be reborn.

Whether they were seriously injured and lying on the ground or those fighting bravely, everyone was equally bathed in the holy light.

The woman standing on the city wall blew out a puff of smoke as she looked at the billowing smoke in the distance. The people around her were sweating profusely, moving things back and forth, which made her look even more indifferent.

The captain of the guard team came running over and asked, "Ms. Mechanic, all the machines that can be transported are here. Do you have any other orders?"

"No need to call me Miss... Never mind, with the two of them here, a smaller amount shouldn't be a problem..."

The mumbling drifted away in the wind. The mechanic snapped his fingers, and the mechanical pocket watch automatically opened, with the hands moving rapidly.

All the mechanical products around her kept humming, flying up and breaking into different parts. The various parts were combined into a brand new form. The black muzzle pointed far away, and the mechanic asked: "There are no more of our people down there, right?"

The captain of the guard swallowed his saliva and said, "No, the people we sent out have already rushed in with Mr. Aurelius."

"That's all right. Everyone aim—fire!"

“Boom boom boom boom!!”

Dazzling flames spurted out in unison, bursting into flames among the monsters. In the distance, the sky lit up like a reflection, and arrows made of energy flew down, working together with artillery to clear out the monsters in large numbers. Among them, the most powerful ones were picked by Oreius, and the murderous young man took them all, leaving rivers of blood and corpses everywhere.

The three work together, combined with the Bloodline Legion's efforts to fill in the gaps, to create a unique top-level defense.

This is not the end. Mason silently activated the World Tree, and the majestic shadow of the tree enveloped the entire city. The roots penetrated into the ground, and the people bathing under the tree couldn't help but burst into tears. It was like returning to the arms of their mother, and they all knew what this was.

"World Tree..."

After this name popped up in their minds, the illusion of the World Tree changed again. It was directly connected to the three of them, and the sound of rustling leaves came with the wind.

Wherever the leaves sound, everyone's heart becomes peaceful and pure, no longer affected by any pollution.

This magnificent sight not only attracted the attention of humans, but also attracted the existence in the black mist.

The late figure stopped and his eyes fell on the face of the silver-haired young man.

After a while, the Monster Lord spoke, his voice reaching the other party's ears in a low voice: "You are better at running away than I thought, Mason."