CH 94

The Royal City.

Deep underground.

A massive black flame is burning, and the black light flickers and sways with the flame.

On three thrones made of black iron, black shadows flow and extend like liquid.

In front, on a black marble altar, an old, tattered book lies in a velvet-like black box.

"Saelmi."

The shadow on the first throne speaks.

"This is your third failure. Not only has the Savior Plan been thwarted, but the Eclipse Plan has also been disrupted. A permanent stronghold has been removed, countless sacrifices have been destroyed, and all the crucial lines in the High Court District have been exposed. The organization has suffered heavy losses."

Kneeling beneath the black fire is a person in a black robe, bowing deeply, almost prostrating on the ground.

"Lord Asa, I apologize deeply. This is my mistake. At a critical moment, the Greyhound of the Judicature stopped me, otherwise that traitor would be dead!"

"Most importantly..."

The shadow on the second throne also speaks.

"The contaminated Sunstone is missing. If they detect the Eclipse Plan, even if they extract your soul, it cannot compensate for our losses."

Saelmi affirms, "Please rest assured, Lord Ark. No one can detect my contamination, whether it is the hearts of people or the hearts of stones."

"Saelmi, you should know."

The shadow on the third throne speaks.

"You are the one with the strongest resonance with the corrupt soul matter in this nest of contamination in our history. You should not have such failures."

Saelmi grits her teeth, hatred almost oozing out from between them. "It's all because of that traitor! I'm sure he stole our power! He was originally a trash with only a level 5 psychic ability, but suddenly became so strong! Our Red Spirit World ritual did not fail, it was just stolen by him! Masters of the Three Teachings, please support me. I will definitely kill him and take back our power!"

However, the shadows on the thrones do not respond to her words.

The first shadow says, "Saelmi, you must not take action. The Dark Tide is about to come, and the Eclipse Plan is about to be implemented. The organization is accumulating power."

The second shadow says, "The Savior Plan is temporarily postponed, everything is making way for the Eclipse Plan."

The third shadow says, "Cut off all traces, lurk in the shadows, there must be no disturbances during this time, and provoking the Judicature is strictly forbidden."

The orders of the leaders cannot be violated. Although Saelmi is extremely unwilling in her heart, she can only lower her head and say in a deep voice, "Saelmi obeys the orders."

"Go, darkness will eventually engulf everything. In the torrent of time, the pioneers will occupy the high positions."

A black curtain rises before her eyes, and Saelmi knows it is time to leave.

She turns around and looks north, in the direction of the Kimberly Academy.

You bastard, I'll spare your life for now. Once the Eclipse Plan is completed, I will tear your flesh and soul apart, and make you regret coming into this world.

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After bidding farewell to Yusef, the nun sisters, and Raisin, Rode leaves Yusef's infirmary and returns to the academy.

The Kimberly Academy has not changed at all since he left, filled with joy and beauty. It is like a greenhouse, with vibrant flowers blooming one after another. The occasional rain and wind only add more colors.

The teachers, instructors, deans, and directors all take care of them like gardeners. They are afraid of them getting hurt, but they also cannot shield them from the storms.

Of course, there are a few flowers that are different. These peculiar varieties are classified as "special students." It is generally believed that they are stronger and grow faster, able to withstand the baptism of storms at an earlier age.

Therefore, special students have a special status in the academy. Even if something unusual happens to them, it does not surprise anyone.

So, even though Rode took a nine-day vacation and disappeared in the academy, no one was surprised. The teachers even considerately gave him the credits for the missed courses.

When Rode returns to the academy, everyone is just happy that he is back. Kassan throws a pile of notes at him, asking him to catch up on the missed courses. Wayne and Zarles keep pestering him about what the special training for special students is like.

This is probably the reason given by Lord Theodore for his leave. Rode casually fabricates his experience in the sewer, and both of them are wide-eyed in shock.

"Wow... the sewer is so disgusting!"

"The monsters can actually build nests! Do they have reproductive abilities?"

"You idiot! The monsters are the product of the black mist gathering with certain characteristics. When they gather together, it's only to attract more dark power to flow here, making them stronger and giving birth to more of their kind."

"That's so terrifying... I'm afraid to even go to the bathroom."

"You're really dumb. The sewer is divided into three levels, and the first two levels have partitions. The last level is where Rode walks. The monsters can't crawl into your intestines through the pipes unless they lift the floor."

"Uh, do we have such a big sewer underground? What if the Royal City suddenly collapses?"

"It's impossible. The main structure of the sewer was built by the giants. The bluestones they used were reinforced with psychic energy and connected to the earth. It won't collapse unless there's a real abyss beneath us."

This topic not only interests the two of them, but Kassan and the others are also interested. Whenever Rode starts telling stories, almost all ten group members gather around him.

Rode has good storytelling skills, and he can make even the mundane cleaning work sound exciting. Everyone listens with fascination and yearning.

In this way, Rode enjoys a few days of carefree life. He attends classes during the day, patrols in the afternoon, tells stories at night, and spends his free time with Wayne and Zarles in the living area or market area of the academy.

There are no invasions or pressures, and he no longer worries about suddenly being considered a murderer and having his soul dissected.

Lauren has obtained a lot of information, and the Iron Mask has been reported.

All that is left is to wait.

Waiting for a better future, the days are the most comfortable.

Only Kassan is not entirely satisfied. Where did the hardworking Rode go? Who is this lazy person now?

But when she thinks that he is a special student, has won a first-class medal, and has just gone through a difficult and dangerous combat training, she refrains from reprimanding him.

Of course, Rode is not completely immersed in enjoyment either. Being prepared for danger is a practical principle. During this time, he often goes to the library or discreetly searches for information on how to obtain strange materials such as "living dead souls," "puppet wood," "resurrection stone," and "living flesh."

In addition, he has to regularly add a touch of humanity to the Yellow Star and study the usage and data of the "Psychic Trio."

He also needs to read books in his dreams and learn everything about dreams.

His research on linguistics and ancient languages cannot stop either. The language of dreams is not exactly the same as ancient languages, and Rode needs to grasp the evolution of language to deduce a more accurate dream language. Even with his extraordinary language talent, he finds it quite challenging.

In short, although there is still pressure, these are the most comfortable days since he entered the academy.

However, happy days are always short-lived.

Five days later, Lauren comes to the academy again, bringing him some bad news.

Their investigation has been interrupted.

Almost all of the followers of the Contaminators have stopped their activities. They have abandoned some of their pawns, cut off their external connections, and retreated into deeper darkness.

Although they have achieved great results, capturing many followers of the Contaminators, confiscating a lot of their supplies, and destroying many strongholds.

But they have lost the opportunity to go further.

Several Judicature Chiefs and Grand Judges are very worried, believing that they are accumulating power and preparing for a bigger destruction.

The White Tower Observatory has predicted even worse celestial signs in the coming days, and the battles in the new war zone have reached their most intense period. The defense of the Royal City almost entirely relies on the academy, making it the most vulnerable time.

If something unpredictable happens at this time, the consequences would be unbearable.

Grand Judge Lucien has already ordered the Judicature to enter the highest state of alert, but no one can guarantee that it will be effective in the uncertain future.

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In the recent Balance Meeting, Lauren proposed sending out bait to lure the Apocalypse Cultists and break the deadlock.

Rode, as a new student, has dealt a major blow to the Contaminator Sect. Based on his understanding, Rode's hatred is very high, which would make him an irresistible target for the Contaminators.

This proposal sparked a great debate. Rode is a highly talented special student, and his strongest flame, the "Black Rice Bucket," has been officially classified as a special first-class flame that provides complete clairvoyance and the ability to walk in the sewer. It is considered a special flame by the Mechanical Research Institute.

It is very difficult for people to accept sending such a student as a dangerous bait.

But the threat of the Contaminator Sect is to the entire Royal City, to the lives of countless students and teachers of the Kimberly Academy. How to weigh the pros and cons, how to choose, is a huge dilemma.

In the end, after fierce arguments, Grand Judge Lucien made the final decision.

Following Rode's personal will, if he agrees, the Judicature will provide all conveniences and assistance.

After listening to Lauren's words, a bright light shines in Rode's eyes.

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