CH 110

In the quiet dream, a light-colored mist flowed silently.

Unlike before, in front of the obelisk, at the corner of the small house, various supplies had been piled up into a small mountain.

In addition to a large number of canned food, there were various potions, bullets, fuel, materials, and emergency items.

This wilderness survival ability was definitely superior to that of Grandpa Bei, who only knew how to eat beef.

After tidying up for a while, Rode came to the back of the obelisk, but the invading words still did not appear, leaving the surface of the monument empty.

But Rode did not feel at ease, instead, he had a sense of emptiness and restlessness.

He came to the front, and the three stars were still shining. The light of "Justice Execution" appeared dim under the other two stars that had reached full status.

There was no way, without the "Soul Firewood", the stars would not have a core, and the consumption of adding fire was very high, with low efficiency.

Among all the materials for making "Soul Firewood", the most important one was a complete and powerful soul.

Without it, 50,000 soulless souls and 100 portions of spirituality would be needed as substitutes.

This was a difficult number to accept, and it was also Rode's main goal here.

There was no such opportunity in the royal city. Now looking back, the last operation was really lucky, it was a chance encounter that couldn't be sought.

Hopefully, it would work this time.

Rode sighed lightly in his heart. If he didn't have this luck, he would have to hunt monsters in the sewers for a long time.

Glancing at it, the number in the upper right corner of the obelisk showed that he only had 14,622 souls and 62 portions of spirituality.

It was far from the numbers that could be replaced.

I really don't want to become the king of the sewers, then I won't be able to find any girls.

Sigh.

Rode put away his distractions and returned to the stone platform. He lit a candle and placed four puppet woods and forty portions of living spirituality on the platform, creating four wooden puppets.

This was a monster sculpture made up of countless withered branches intertwined together. It was only the size of a thumb, and as long as spiritual energy was injected, a wooden puppet could be summoned to fight for you.

Rode was not sure how strong this puppet was, but it shouldn't be too weak.

Now, Rode had four wooden puppets, eight "Brain-Eating Demon's Soul Ashes", plus Theodore's illusion. He shouldn't be afraid of ordinary dangers.

Rode opened the storage space under the stone platform. There were still two sunstones, 34 portions of living spirituality, 90 grams of starlight ruby powder, 100 soul red crystals, a portion of green grass potion, a holy white tree fruit, two guardians of darkness, and some miscellaneous items.

The time inside the storage space was almost stagnant, and the space was larger than it appeared outside. Rode had almost put all the spiritual materials and items inside.

It had gone from being empty at the beginning to now being filled with a dazzling array of items. Rode couldn't help but smile.

Closing the storage space, Rode took a book of knowledge from the bookshelf and asked for the hundredth time, "All the knowledge you know about dreams."

The book of knowledge flipped through the pages, and every blank page was instantly filled with words. It didn't stop until the entire book was flipped, and then it stopped.

Rode skillfully turned to the twenty-third page and continued studying.

Find the original at bit.ly/3iBfjkV.

The text of the dream was the most complicated script Rode had ever seen. It was both cuneiform and had phonemes, syllables, musical notes, and morphemes. Each stroke had various functions, and a different punctuation mark would change the meaning of the entire word.

Especially, they also had very complex grammar and syntax.

There was nothing more torturous than reading this thing.

However, the knowledge of the dream was related to his life and death, and this page was about the knowledge of invasion.

No matter what, he had to decipher it.

Rode pressed the book of knowledge with one hand and the torn "Ancient Language" and "Evolution of Language" that he had brought into the dream and stuck together with the other hand. He studied the meaning, inner meaning, outer meaning, original meaning, and derived meaning of each word.

"...when the garbage is excreted, the stars shine... What the hell is this?"

Rode spread his hands and fell to the ground, feeling that his brain had become a mess, unable to handle studying this thing for more than an hour.

With a bang, the book of knowledge closed on its own. It couldn't handle being open for so long either.

Just then, there was a sudden tightening beneath him, followed by a strong sense of falling, and everything in front of him became blurry.

Someone is beside me! Rode instantly understood and closed his eyes, focusing his mind.

One second later, when he opened his eyes again, he saw Mina's delicate and beautiful face.

"How did you come here?"

Rode exclaimed in surprise, quickly retracting his gestures, sitting up, but accidentally bumped into a soft cotton.

Mina exclaimed, pushed Rode away, and got off his bed, her pretty face blushing, scolding, "Are you doing this on purpose? Do you want to take advantage of me? I called you for so long, and you pretended to be asleep until I came up."

Rode regained his composure, carefully unbuttoned his sleeve, propped himself up with both hands, and saw Mina wearing a green long shirt and pants, with a wide belt around her waist and a large bag hanging behind her. She was dressed as if she was going on a journey, not like she was here for a night raid.

He asked a little disappointedly, "Is there something wrong?"

Mina widened her eyes and said angrily, "Is there something wrong? There's an urgent mission! We're about to set off!"

Rode instantly became energetic, jumped up like a carp, and exclaimed, "Really? That's great! Let's go!"

Mina, on the other hand, was stunned. In the blink of an eye, Rode had already rushed past her and ran out of the room.

"Why are you standing there? Hurry up and go!"

Suddenly, Mina revealed a beautiful smile. She took two steps forward, boldly took Rode's arm, and scolded, "Rode, you were sleeping too soundly. I thought you didn't want to participate in the mission and were deliberately avoiding it."Rode felt a gentle touch on his arm and laughed, "How could that be? Hunting monsters and demons is our duty, protecting the sacred flame of the royal city is our mission. I wish to eradicate all harmful creatures lurking in the darkness, let the light of the fire illuminate every corner of the earth, and allow our brethren to bask freely under its radiance, no longer threatened by death and suffering."

"I'm only afraid that if I'm not allowed to go out and kept in a greenhouse, I'll suffocate."

Mina's body trembled slightly. She looked at Rode and asked in a tone softer than ever before, "Really? Is this truly your ideal?"

"Of course it's true. Haven't you seen me prefer to sleep in the sewer just to hunt monsters? As for that ungrateful Lauren, I did him a huge favor, but he locked me up in the academy and wouldn't let me out. I went to him for a few tasks, wanted to participate in a few actions, but he wouldn't allow it. He insisted that I needed rest, that frequent battles would affect my physical and mental health. I said fine, then send a couple of girls to accompany me, but he got angry. He said that having Kassan wasn't enough. Brother, Kassan is practically my brother..."

Rode couldn't help but complain. He had been feeling frustrated recently. The "Justice Execution" was constantly eating away at his humanity, and the invasion was still nowhere in sight. Truth be told, Rode was quite anxious deep down.

When he heard that they were going to hunt some ancient dragon, he eagerly volunteered to join, but was harshly criticized by Lauren. Lauren even reported him to the dean, which resulted in him being unable to leave the academy for several days.

Therefore, he had accumulated a lot of resentment towards Lauren, feeling that he was ungrateful. He had helped him achieve so much, but not only did the fifty sunstones become ten, he also wouldn't let him go after the soul of an ancient dragon.

However, he didn't notice that Mina's eyes were shining brighter and brighter as she looked at him.

Soon, they left the underground room and arrived at the spacious main hall of the castle. Rode glanced around and saw that many people were already standing in the hall. Vice Dean Vila and the black-robed Caliel were among them, and more people were coming up from underground.

The light in the hall was rather dim, deliberately simulating the darkness of night.

Vila snapped his fingers, and the huge pattern in the dome quickly brightened, making the main hall as bright as day.

He looked around, and after everyone had arrived, he said loudly, "Students, I apologize for waking you up in the middle of the night, but you will soon realize that this is a common sight in battle."

The black-robed Caliel sneered, "Dean Vila, I believe we should cut the crap. Combat personnel only need to focus on combat-related matters."

Vila glanced at Caliel's pale, narrow face and said indifferently, "Alright, you are now official combat personnel."

His voice changed, becoming cold and hard.

"According to the notice from the General Military Department, the Black Tide is coming a day early. The pressure on the defenses everywhere has increased dramatically. The Sword Pass in the Seventh Defense Zone has been attacked by numerous spirits, and the spirit generator has been damaged. The Kimberly's secret branch is ordered to form a reinforcement squad and head there immediately."

As his words fell, there was a slight commotion in the crowd.

A student shouted, "But, Dean, we've just taken the test and haven't started training yet."

Vila's steel-like gaze instantly focused on him, "As Mr. Caliel said, monsters won't cooperate with us. If you want to be fully prepared before taking action, then you will never be able to act."

Caliel let out that hissing laugh again, "Dean Vila is right. I won't wait for you to finish your training before sending you out on missions. Orders are everything. In Caliel's secret force, anyone who asks such questions will be severely punished. Kimberly is too lenient."

Vila's expression remained unchanged as he continued, "The mission involves spirits and requires at least two excellent scouts with high spirit vision. Rode from Redstone Village, Annabel from Mushroom City, do you have any problems?"

Both of them answered in unison, "No."

Annabel glanced at him and covered her mouth to chuckle, "Junior, I didn't expect we'd be on a mission together so soon."

Vila continued, "The mission requires the repair of the spirit generator, and a researcher needs to accompany the team. Mina from Klot, do you have any problems?"

Mina said loudly, "No."

She clung to Rode's arm and glanced at Annabel not far away, who seemed indifferent.

Next, Vila arranged for ten main combat members, among whom were Beowood and Raisin, whom Rode knew.

Finally, Vila said, "The situation is rather special, so I've decided to send two instructors and a teacher to accompany you..."

Caliel suddenly interrupted, "Dean Vila, this is not in accordance with the usual practice. This is a Class Three mission, which poses a significant threat. The current combat configuration is sufficient."

Vila said coldly, "This is the first mission of the secret branch of Kimberly. There are spare personnel in the base, and I believe we can send additional personnel to ensure safety."

Their icy gazes met in mid-air, neither of them backing down.

After a moment of staring, Caliel turned his head and hissed with laughter, "Alright, but you can't always do this. Our combat configuration is always short-handed. They need to get used to fighting in harsher conditions."

Vila nodded slightly, "Mr. Caliel, you're right. I'll keep that in mind."

He turned his head, his steel-cold gaze reflecting a strange light in the brightness.

"Kimberly's secret branch, first mission, move out."

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