Above the leaden clouds.
Bang!
Boris's huge, armored hand slapped his helmet, making a buzzing sound.
“Ah, holy light—!”
His voice was muffled, yet so heavy that it seemed to be able to shake the clouds.
"Dear Valena, and Aleseni who likes to hide and sleep... Was I dreaming just now?"
Valena, dressed in holy silver armor, stood with her arms folded, and the cloak of the same color fluttered in the wind behind her.
She lowered her head and looked towards the mountains in the southeast, towards the direction of the Rock Fortress.
"Boss, your dream is not so wild."
Boris was speechless for a moment and couldn't find any good evidence to refute his companion's complaints.
yes.
How could there be such an outrageous scene in a dream?
A third level.
Chasing after a Grandmaster?
Well, although this third-level creature can fly, can launch attacks outward, and has mastered "sanctification" (the Western name for "harmony between man and nature"), but... she is indeed a third-level creature.
During the five-day first phase of the battle, Jiang Xue's performance shocked Boris more than once.
But this time, it is undoubtedly more impactful.
Click.
Boris pushed aside his visor, stretched out his "bear paw" and rubbed his slightly stiff hairy face.
"Hey, Valena... I remember that when the church leaders discussed whether to canonize her as a 'saint', you voted against it, right?"
The heroic female knight froze for a moment, her voice a little awkward, "Sorry, I was careless..."
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The other side.
Yun Heng glanced at the two tin cans several thousand meters away from time to time.
The more he looked, the more he felt that these two people had bad intentions.
He said to Li Guitang, "Director, I always feel that those two people want to dig up the cabbages in my field."
Li Guitang's expression was as solemn as ever.
"Don't worry, she's not alone."
"She has a husband, and rumor has it that they are in a good relationship."
"I think the rumors are credible. After all, Jiang Xue joined the army in her husband's place."
Yun Heng blinked innocently, "Didn't she join the army to kill the Abyss Monster?"
Li Guitang: “…”
It was just a harmless joke, and Yun Heng laughed happily as if he had succeeded, then he became thoughtful.
He seemed to suddenly understand why Yunsheng, after taking over the Martial Arts Alliance, always liked to matchmake for the geniuses under his command.
It has to be said that his experience as an illegitimate child, struggling in society on his own in his early years, is indeed a treasure.
"I didn't expect it. I didn't expect it."
Yun Heng stroked his chin and sighed.
"The fallen genius of the Gu family will one day be put to good use."
Li Guitang snorted coldly.
"I remember that your granddaughter Yunxi is also at the peak of Minor Perfection, right?"
Yun Heng: “…”
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In endless chaos.
Yongye looked at the sorrow, his voice soft but chilling.
"Is this... what you said... growing up... doesn't hurt?"
He put his "palms" together in sorrow and nodded calmly.
"Amitabha...ah...sorry, I just said it so easily...I can't say it like that anymore..."
The layers of his voice merge into a capital "awkward".
"My Lord, don't worry, everything is under my control."
Yongye snorted lightly, his lazy tone carrying a hint of impatience.
"It's better... this way."
He slowly sat up, and the chaos around him rolled violently due to his movements.
"A level three...chasing after a level seven..."
After saying this, Yongye was silent for a moment, and no expression could be seen on his face shrouded in twilight.
Suddenly, He spoke again.
"Mobilize... more seventh-order... and eighth-order."
"I will not allow... this variable... to affect the... balance of the seventh and eighth level battlefield."
When Beiku heard this, an inexplicable arc appeared on the cracks on his face.
"My Lord is wise!"
"I'll do it right away!"
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to grasp the void!
Boom——!
Endless chaos was stirred up, and the faint sound of ghosts crying was heard, becoming clearer and clearer.
Then, a ball of dark aura condensed in the palm of Sorrow.
"Ghost-kun."
"Here!" The ghost let out a sharp hiss.
"Quickly gather all the troops from all the territories, all those above level seven, gather!"
"Yes, sir!"
The ghost turned into black smoke and dissipated.
After making the arrangements, Sadness turned to Eternal Night and spoke cautiously.
"My Lord, do you have any other instructions?"
"Why only notify the Ghost King?" Yongye frowned.
A hint of grievance lingered in his voice, layered with sorrow. "My Lord, your subordinates, and the mighty ones of the Sea of Blood... I, a humble monk, cannot command them..."
Distorted faces appeared on His chest, on His back, and in every corner of His body.
All of these faces showed an expression of embarrassment.
"Humph! Trash!"
Yongye snorted coldly, raised his slender hand, and a twilight mark suddenly penetrated into Beiku's body.
"Seeing this mark... is like seeing me."
"Whoever dares... to disobey orders... will be killed directly."
The miserable, dark, and twisted body began to tremble violently.
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