CH 125

Most people tend to choose to seek help.

But the Steel Hand and others knew that this was impossible.

Under the black tide, all places needed support, and Jian Guan was not the most difficult.

They had even received support beyond the norm once, but the possibility of a second reinforcement was very slim.

What's worse is that they didn't find the mole during the subsequent investigation.

Almost no one had the possibility to do this.

The Steel Hand could only announce that from now on, they must always travel in groups of three or more, sleep in collective rooms, and not be allowed to act alone.

Afterwards, they held a funeral for their fallen comrades.

At the Fire Protection Ceremony, Mole drew a flame from the Guardian Fire and let it fall on the bodies of the unfortunate deceased.

A fire ignited on them, burning them to ashes.

Mole sent the ashes into the Guardian Fire and said in a deep voice:

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"May you rest in the world of fire forever, may your will be passed on with our torch, never to be extinguished."

Everyone said in unison:

"May our souls always be with the fire, may the sun one day shine upon the earth."

The solemnity in the ceremony quieted down, and the golden Guardian Fire burned quietly on the stone platform.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

The sadness in people's hearts calmed down, as if they saw the smiles of their comrades in the sunny paradise.

After the funeral, the Steel Hand still decided to seek help.

After all, the possibility of the appearance of the Doomsday Cultists in Jian Guan was an exceptional situation.

However, just as he finished writing the request for help, a silver bird from the Li Guang Fortress arrived in the conference room.

With a soft chirp, the silver bird turned into several lines of silver script.

"Li Guang Fortress Notification:

Linfeng City has fallen, Long Guan has been breached, the Seventh Corps has been completely wiped out.

The black tide front has crossed the border.

Monsters are advancing from the south to the west, driving straight in. Eagle's Nest Town, Valley, and the seven villages in the south have been abandoned. The migration team is moving eastward along the Dead Mountain Range, and the battle cluster in the royal city is gathering in the east.

Giant Fortress and Jian Guan must resist the invasion of the black tide and ensure the safety of the rear.

Tens of thousands of people are migrating, and the warriors are fighting bloodily.

Please protect them.

Best regards.

May the fire always be with us.

Guardian of the Seventh Defense Zone, Wolfgang von Jon."

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The silver script shimmered in the air.

The command room fell into a deathly silence.

Suddenly, Steel Hand tore up the request for help and said calmly, "We only have two choices."

No one spoke. Both hunting down and defending Jian Guan were extremely difficult.

Bach, who had hardly spoken since coming to Jian Guan, suddenly said, "Maybe it's simple."

Everyone's gaze shifted to him.

But Bach closed his mouth and didn't say anything more.

Mole pondered for a moment and suddenly clapped his hands. "That's right, maybe things are not as difficult as we think. The Lord of the Evil Spirits is just a title. In reality, it should be a higher-level evil spirit. The fact that its true form hasn't attacked us proves that it is not mobile. I discovered that some souls were locked onto by an unknown entity in the previous investigation. It should be its creation, which indicates that it may be in a certain special state of weakness."

Bach nodded and spoke with difficulty, "There are strange phenomena of soul consumption. It, it devours souls."

Steel Hand finally understood and asked eagerly, "Can we kill it?"

Bach nodded, but didn't say anything.

"But we don't know where it is."

Mole said, "I can find out. I can enter the spirit realm and deduce its location based on its markings."

Steel Hand jumped up excitedly and said, "Then let's quickly form a hunting team!"

Bach nodded and pointed to himself, then pointed to Rode, and then pointed to an empty spot.

Steel Hand was taken aback. "Two people? A team should have at least three, right?"

A dissatisfied voice came from the empty spot, "Are you blind? Can't you see me?"

Steel Hand leaned over and saw that it was White Smoke Aeg, and smiled awkwardly, "Sorry, you're too short, I didn't notice."

Aeg angrily said, "Are you blind? I'm clearly 1.7 meters tall! Where am I short?"

Steel Hand looked at him in confusion. Aeg was not even half as tall as him, and he was only 2.3 meters, not a 3.4-meter giant like Aeg.

Raisin hurriedly interjected, "Mr. Bach, isn't two people too few? The shell of that higher-level evil spirit is so tough, can the three of you break it?"

Bach shook his head.

"The true form is very weak, I can kill it. Rode, you scout. In case of any accidents, the giant cannon will support, and Aeg will fly."

Dark Leaf instantly understood.

"You mean, the true form is actually very fragile. You can kill it, Rode is responsible for scouting, in case of any accidents, you can use the spiritual energy cannon to assist you, and Aeg can fly you there and back, is that what you mean?"

Bach nodded.Dark Leaf asked, "Egg, can you fly with more people?"

Egg shook his head, "My white smoke only has three fireworks. Including myself, I can only carry three people."

Steel Hand thought for a while, the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. This was the best method, and these three were the most suitable trio.

The usually taciturn Bach, his thoughts were surprisingly profound.

Steel Hand was filled with respect.

"Then it's decided! If the three of you need any supplies, please tell me directly."

Bach shook his head.

Rode didn't ask for anything either. He wasn't lacking in supplies, what he lacked couldn't be found in the Sword Gate.

Egg thought for a while and asked for many potions and items.

Mole said, "You guys need to prepare as soon as possible. In at most half a day, I can find a high-level evil spirit. The sooner we eliminate it, the better."

Rode nodded, this was obviously a great opportunity.

In the half day before departure, Rode sorted out all his supplies and sacrificed all his souls.

The Fallen Evil Spirit was very valuable, one was worth four hundred soulless souls.

In an instant, Rode had 31050 soulless souls again.

He came to the obelisk and poured all the soulless souls into the Execution of Justice.

The bright yellow flame became brighter, like a burning fire.

After adding all of them, the strength of the Execution of Justice had reached 800.

Rode felt that it was about to reach its limit.

He glanced at the only remaining soul of the black priest. This was the firewood he prepared to ignite the stars. In times of danger, he could choose one of the three stars: Spirit Boat, Giant Strength, and Nightingale of the Starry Night.

Suddenly, he thought of the polluted soul ash. It was made using the polluted sunstone.

Rode remembered that the sunstones of the Polluter Sect were all tampered with by the black priest. No wonder the evil spirits would emit a shit-yellow color once they ate it.

No wonder they would go mad.

Anyone would react the same way if they accidentally ate shit.

Unfortunately, the polluted sunstones had been destroyed, and the black priest was gone. Otherwise, there might be a new path to take.

Rode sighed, glanced at his soul strength which had reached 1040, and returned to the material world.

Pretending to meditate, but actually sleeping for a few hours, Rode was awakened by Teacher Mole.

"Be alert!"

He shouted in Rode's ear.

"You can still sleep at this time?"

Rode was startled awake, and glanced unhappily at his hollow eye sockets, "With Teacher Mole on guard, why can't I sleep?"

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Mole looked at him with a serious expression, not showing a hint of a smile:

"We're leaving! I've already told Bach the direction."

He paused, then said in a deep voice.

"Kid, I won't say anything else, even if you fail, you have to come back alive for me. My students are not allowed to die so early."

Rode laughed, "Of course, I still want to attend your monster class a few more times. Your analogy of describing the waveform of a monster's soul with a maiden's milk is simply brilliant."

Egg walked over and spat, "Pervert! Be careful of the Disciplinary Committee catching you! You wouldn't want to know their correction methods."

Mole glared at him.

"Catch what? You're allowed to have it, but I'm not allowed to say it? How did I teach you? Your white smoke is still three fireworks, what have you been doing these years? You haven't grown taller, you haven't practiced your special abilities, if you had nine fireworks, how many people could you carry? How many monsters could you control on the battlefield? Would we have suffered such a big loss?"

Egg's face instantly turned as red as a pig's liver. He didn't dare to talk back, nor did he dare to scold Rode again. Suddenly, he turned his head and snapped, "What are you looking at? Hurry up and heal me!"

Caramon looked wronged, not knowing what he had done wrong.

At this moment, Bach, who was fully clad in knight's armor, walked in and said briefly.

"Let's go!"