King Ember's Journey to Tevat

Chapter 737 Enemies meet on a narrow road
"Huh——, Huh——"

Deep in the desert at night, in addition to the sky full of stars, there is a flowing purple light. The purple light brings destruction, and everything it passes by disappears into thin air.

At the source of the purple light, a group of people were pointing and talking at the giant puppet floating in the air. It looked quite lively...

However, this excitement had nothing to do with Xumi City. Unless the God of Righteousness was at full power like before, the noise he made in the depths of the desert would not be transmitted to Xumi City at all.

And this is indeed the case. Due to the obstruction of desert mountains and rainforest giant trees, the terrain transformation deep in the desert did not attract the attention of Xumi City at all.

The panic from seeing the explosion before has been soothed by the calmness of the past few days. Now Xumi City is no different from other places - the whole city is sleeping in the starlight.

The top of the holy tree, the church that should have been brightly lit, now looked a little dim and colorless. The previous battle between the Great Compassion Tree King and the Doctor made too much noise, and the entire church had to be rebuilt except for the Pure Good Palace inside.

While Nashida and the Great Mercy Tree King had not returned yet, the Great Sage had died, and many sages were detained, Xumi had a pile of matters to deal with, and rebuilding the House of the Decree was obviously not a matter of urgency.

All the scholars moved out, and the remaining materials were also transferred away. The once magnificent Church of the Immaculate Conception was now only left with broken walls and ruins. As for lights and other things, there was no way around it.

However, considering that Jingshan Palace is still relatively intact, there are still many guards here.

"call……"

"Don't let your guard down! Those Fatui might take the opportunity to sneak back in!"

"understand!"

The patrolling mercenary captain reprimanded the listless guards behind him, and when he saw that his men were perked up, the group began their patrol in high spirits.

There are actually not many such patrol teams, the main reason being that Xumi has too few available troops.

The Church Order Institute, the highest ruling body of Xumi, does not have its own armed group. The only thing that can be barely called an armed force is the disciplinary officer who specializes in handling internal affairs.

The entire defense of Xumi was handled by the Thirty-Man Group. Usually, the Thirty-Man Group was sufficient to deal with fights and suppress the Gilded Brigade, but once such a major incident occurred, there would not be enough manpower.

After all, the Thirty-Man Group was just a mercenary group, just a little bigger. Not to mention that many of the wounded who had been cured by Yu Jin and Jia Luluo were still recuperating at home.

But now, such a crippled mercenary group has to undertake the heavy work of hunting down the Fatui, maintaining public order, suppressing the restless Gilded Brigade, and arresting the participants in this incident together with the disciplinarians... and so on.

It is already a great achievement to be able to spare some troops to patrol near Jingshan Palace.

"Tattoo..."

The sound of footsteps in the distance gradually faded away, and the branches near the sacred tree of the Oratory began to shake slightly.

Under the cover of night, this tiny movement did not attract any attention.

"call!"

"Crash!"

A strong wind blew, and the branches and leaves of the sacred tree made a sound. A guard looked up, only to see two bright eagle eyes and the shadows of flapping wings.

"There are a lot of owls recently. There were some yesterday and today too." The guard muttered, then quickly followed his teammates.

"Huh..., are you gone..."

On the roof of the Jingshan Palace, a figure wearing a big hat appeared. There were countless cracks on his face, but inside the cracks was pitch black.

It was night time, so why was it strange that the cracks were pitch black? If it were just pure black, it wouldn't be strange, but the darkness in the cracks of this person was flowing.

"Well... we have to hurry up, or I won't be able to hold on any longer." The soldier watched the guards leave and covered his forehead.

Countless distracting thoughts and mutterings kept tearing at his mind, and he was almost unable to hold on.

He shook his head violently, and the vision of the soldier's eyes finally became clear. He tried his best to control his somewhat obscure body and searched for a suitable position on the top of the palace.

Soon, his footsteps stopped.

Because in front of Sanbing's eyes, the emerald green glazed tiles suddenly showed something unusual.

When he came to the unusual tile, the soldier squatted down, reached out and pressed hard, and the ordinary tile suddenly jumped up and fell on his head.

The emerald green tiles were now as soft as living things. Not only that, bursts of creaking sounds came from the tiles, as if they were chewing something.

The emerald green tiles were charred and curled, falling from the faces of the scattered soldiers and turning into a pool of tar.

"The Queen's order really works. Just in time! We should put an end to this!"

The soldier sneered, and the darkness that seeped out of the cracks shrank back. He looked down and saw that the tar had spread on the tiles and had eroded a large hole.

Without any hesitation, he leaped into Jingshan Palace.

……

"despair!"

The skirmisher fell to the ground, and the first thing he noticed when he looked up was the building in the center of the palace.

It was a hollow green courtyard that looked like a flower bud about to bloom, and it was also the residence of the grass god.

"Bird cage? No wonder it's been locked up for five hundred years." Sanbing sneered. Flower bud? To him, it just looked like an exquisite bird cage.

Looking around, there was only a marble-paved road leading to the courtyard, and on both sides of the marble road was a large area of ​​hazy green.

"It's amazing. I wonder what will happen if I jump down." The soldier stood on the outer edge, looking at the bottomless green under his feet with interest.

"Then you will be turned into a pile of scrap metal by the elemental flow in the earth veins." A disgusting voice came from behind, and the soldier knew it was the doctor without turning around.

"It's a really interesting method. If I can't find the World Tree, I might try jumping down."

"What do you mean?"

The doctor frowned beneath his mask; he did not quite understand what Sanbing said.

"It's nothing, since you've been here for so long. You should have found the location of the World Tree, right? And you should have made some limbs and the like as well?"

The soldier turned around and smiled at the doctor. But under the cracks on his face, his smile was uglier than crying.

"You are indeed my colleague. You know my purpose so well. But I have just planned to do what you said."

"Oh? It seems like you know how to get to the World Tree? People like you who have no purpose are monsters. If you have a purpose, you are just a slightly smarter person."

"World Tree! Take me there!"

The soldier's eyes suddenly became sharp and he twisted his neck as if he would explode in the next second.

"Do you think it's possible?" Looking at the cracks on Sanbing's face, the doctor asked half in surprise and half in ridicule.

"So I didn't even intend for you to answer!"

"call!"

The doctor felt his eyes flicker, and then his breathing became extremely difficult. He looked down and saw that the soldier had grabbed his neck without knowing when.

"Huh..., you... are... stronger... than my slices... but... so... what?"

The doctor endured the pain, lowered his head and smiled at the soldier. He was indeed stronger than himself, but only stronger than this slice.

Even if his powerful slices were dealt with by the Abyss Cult and the Great Compassionate Tree King, those thousands and millions of ordinary slices were not.

They are all over the continent, in various positions, life-threatening? This doesn't work for the Doctor, because he won't die until all the slices are done.

"So what? Hahaha, what if that's the case?" Sanbing suddenly laughed wildly, and then the doctor saw countless cracks appearing on his arms, and in the cracks, there were countless black rollings.

"You?!!" The doctor's red eyes widened instantly. He never thought that the scattered soldiers would be infected by the abyss.

"You have a lot of slices. Guess, will the forbidden knowledge be contaminated by you as the source?!"

(End of this chapter)