infodatos Chapter 121 Lienian Lobster
Chapter 121 Lienian Lobster
Chapter 121 Lienian Lobster
It seems that the Grik soldiers stationed at the checkpoint also don't like the ominous Markit.
After all, his body was covered with deformed horns.
In the legal system of the Golden Dynasty, ominous signs were considered extremely lowly, symbols of curses.
Even though Malkit helped them hunt down countless Faded Ones who attempted to attack Stoneville, it couldn't change the prejudice and fear in their hearts.
Markitt's failure to aid the Grik soldiers demonstrates his dislike for these cowardly soldiers as well; the two sides were merely exploiting each other.
"Let's retreat first."
Xia Tong looked at the city gate guards standing ready in the distance, showing no intention of launching a full-scale attack.
He is extremely tired now.
Moreover, Ruthel's spiritual strength has dropped significantly, to just over 70%, and she urgently needs to recuperate.
More importantly, it's daytime now, so even sneaking in is impossible, and forcing your way in would be suicide.
Then, Xia Tong and Roger turned and left the Tongcheng Tunnel.
Several hours passed.
They then returned to the secluded hillside where they had previously camped, a place that was relatively safe.
"Roger, what are your plans next?"
Xia Tong asked as she added firewood to the campfire.
Roger hesitated for a moment, then said with a wry smile, "Markit's strength is terrifying."
"If I had come alone, I would have surely died at his hands, without even getting close to the city gate."
"Xia Tong, you are one of the strongest Faded Ones I have ever met."
"Especially your ashes, she seems to be extraordinary. To be able to have such a powerful spirit serve you, you must have something special about you."
Roger looked at him with admiration, paused, and continued, "Moreover, this Markit is just an avatar."
Yes, it's just a clone.
But few people in the border region knew which important figure he was actually an alter ego of.
"By the way, Xia Tong."
Roger changed the subject: "What you found earlier was a charm pouch, right?"
"Yes." Xia Tong nodded.
"You also participated in this battle and contributed greatly, so this amulet pouch should rightfully belong to you."
Xia Tong took out the leather bag, looking troubled: "But it's indivisible, so—"
"Please don't say that, Tong."
Roger immediately stood up, pressed Xia Tong's shoulder, looked him straight in the eye, and solemnly said, "Even without me, Roger, you could have won this battle with your strength and those powerful ashes."
"But without you, I would surely die at the hands of the evil spirits today."
"You deserve this leather bag."
Xia Tong was immediately moved.
He hadn't expected Roger to be so understanding, which was exactly the same gentlemanly qualities he usually displayed.
In a chaotic and disorderly place like the borderlands, where people would kill each other for the sake of runes, it is truly rare to find someone so consistent in their word and deed.
However, Xia Tong still insisted on making amends.
He took out three thousand runes and gave them to Roger as compensation for the amulet pouch.
The latter could not refuse and had no choice but to accept it.
After resting for a while, Roger took his chestnut colt and prepared to leave.
"Roger".
Xia Tong stopped him, her expression serious as she instructed, "If you absolutely must go to the depths of Stoneville to explore that source in the future—"
"Please make sure to prepare sufficient amounts of anti-death liver dry and anti-death cream."
"Or find a reliable companion to go with you, like me, I'm also very interested in that place."
Roger gave Xia Tong a deep look, as if he understood the warning in his words.
He then nodded emphatically.
Then he rode off on his little stallion into the distance.
Roger and D, the hunter of death, were once friends, so getting some anti-death items shouldn't be too difficult for them.
Asian Altar Plateau, Royal City of Rodel.
The towering golden tree radiates an eternal light.
Beneath this throne, which symbolizes the highest power in the border region, lies a colossal body as hunched over as a mountain.
The magnificent Elden Throne sits atop the steps above him.
But he didn't sit down; instead, he humbly and stubbornly lay cross-legged on the cold stone floor.
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King Mongert slowly opened his eyes.
A soft "click" sounded.
The rough wooden staff he was holding tightly suddenly cracked open with a tiny fissure.
He could feel it clearly.
The demonic clone he had left outside Stoneville, constructed from golden magic, was no longer detectable and had been obliterated.
"Xia Tong?"
Montgomery murmured the name softly.
"The two ominous hands died by your hand, and now even the ominous demon's clone has been destroyed by you."
His thick fingers gripped the wooden cane tightly, his knuckles turning white.
"This fire of foolish ambition is burning too fast and too fiercely."
"It must be eradicated as soon as possible!"
As he spoke, he slammed his enormous cane down hard on the stone slab beneath his feet.
A loud, murderous roar echoed through the empty throne room.
Campsite at Stormhill.
"Why didn't you let me go? Why did you make Rutil take the damage instead?"
The deep voice of the lost knight Oreg echoed in Xia Tong's mind, carrying a hint of questioning.
Xia Tong sighed softly.
"Because the ominous spirits have been kind to you."
"What?! You've done me a favor?"
Oreg's voice suddenly rose, filled with surprise, but without any contempt or disdain for the ominous demon.
Because as an ancient Storm Knight, his faith does not entirely belong to the current Golden Dynasty, but carries a trace of the more ancient Forge of Life era.
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In that era, the King of Elden was none other than the Dragon King Platons! The ominous signs were not a curse, but a sacred symbol.
"Ring ring"
To explain, Xia Tong simply summoned Oreg.
"Xia Tong, my loyalty to you is only temporary. That doesn't mean you can disregard my honor at will!"
Oreg drew his twin swords and slammed them into the dirt in front of him, sending dirt flying everywhere.
Xia Tong remained fearless and met her gaze with open eyes.
"You're angry, Oregon."
The storm emanating from Oreg stirred slightly, and he let out a cold snort.
He was clearly extremely dissatisfied with what Xia Tong had just said.
He believed he had never seen that ugly ominous demon, so he certainly didn't think the other party had done him any favors.
Xia Tong took a deep breath, turned her gaze to Oreg, and said firmly, "If I had really asked you to help me cut down that ominous demon—"
"That's truly trampling your Stormknight's glory and loyalty underfoot!"
Oregon was stunned.
"You don't necessarily think that the ominous demon Malkit, who's swaggering around the city gate, is some nobody, do you?"
"He's just an avatar!"
"A clone? So what?" Oreg retorted.
"Can't you really feel it?"
Xia Tong stepped closer: "His words revealed an extreme protectiveness and devotion to the Golden Dynasty."
"Can't you really sense even a trace of familiarity?"
Familiar smell?
When asked this question, Oreg frantically searched his memory for past memories, but he couldn't find any clues and finally shook his head.
"That body we just tore to pieces—"
Xia Tong revealed the answer slowly and deliberately: "It is the alter ego of King Blessed Montgomery."
The voice just fell.
With a loud "boom!"
The storm surrounding Oregon dissipated instantly.
This is an iron-blooded knight who has experienced countless battles and has never retreated a single step no matter how powerful the enemy.
Its towering, iron-tower-like body actually swayed violently in place.
Then, he abruptly turned his head, his gaze fixed on the direction of Stoneville, his eyes, hidden beneath his helmet, filled with disbelief.
"How could the great Blessing King be such an ominous figure, covered in horns?"
"How is that possible!"
Although Oreg himself did not despise ominous signs, the contrast in his identity was so great that he could not accept the fact for a while.
"If you say he's an incarnation of King Montgomery the Blessed, how do you know that?"
Oreg turned around and stared intently at Xia Tong: "Don't tell me it's just wild guesses!"
Xia Tong was helpless.
Oregon didn't believe it; this was the normal reaction.
If he believed everything Xia Tong said, it wouldn't fit the meticulous character of this battle-hardened knight.
Language is inadequate.
Xia Tong didn't waste any more words and directly took something out of her pocket.
Those were Malkit's prison shattered from exhaustion of magic.
It's normal that you don't believe me.
"After all, in this border region, even among the royal knights of Rodel, very few have actually seen the true face of the Blessed King."
"That is why the world calls him the king who never shows his face."
"
Xia Tong toyed with the prison slings in her hand and continued her analysis: "It is precisely because no one has seen his true face that he can appear with impunity in his cursed true form, wandering around as the ominous demon Malkit.
"Also, you should have seen what happened during the battle just now."
"He manifested a great hammer of light, a longsword of light, and a dagger of light."
Xia Tong looked directly into Oreg's eyes: "Oreg, aren't you curious?"
"In the dynasty ruled by the Golden Tree, a normal son of an ominous sign was not even qualified to approach the Golden Tree; he would be thrown into the sewers at birth."
"Not to mention someone like him, using such high-purity and such a vast amount of orthodox Golden Tree prayer power."
"A cursed monster wielding the most orthodox and core golden power—this makes no logical sense, unless he himself is born into the most elite royal family!"
Xia Tong's tone grew increasingly stern: "Finally, aren't you curious?"
"Why would someone considered a lowly monster by the Golden Tree Dynasty, if he truly came from humble origins, fight so desperately to maintain the Golden Tree's rule?"
"Are you trying to extinguish the flames of ambition in those who have faded into obscurity, with each word spoken?"
"Would a bloodthirsty beast roaming the wild, subjected to endless scorn, care about the safety of the Golden Tree?"
Xia Tong's soul-searching questions had completely shaken Oreg's rock-solid heart.
Then, Xia Tong pointed to the shattered prison sack in her hand.
"This ancient instrument of torture still retains the pure aura of royal law."
"It is a special instrument of torture used to suppress the ominous child who appears in the Golden Clan."
"You saw the battle just now. This prisoner's device perfectly locked onto Malkit and pinned him to the ground."
Xia Tong concluded, "So, we can connect all the clues."
"A son of evil, whose blood flows with the pure blood of the Golden Clan."
"Possesses the highest level of divine blessing and golden magic."
"At the same time, they are extremely eager to eliminate all variables that attempt to seize the throne from the Golden Tree and maintain the existing order."
"Oreg".
Xia Tong looked at the knight who was in a daze: "Apart from that Blessed King Montgomery, who never shows his true face and only exists in legends—"
"Can you find a second person in the entire border area who meets these criteria?"
A deathly silence fell over the air.
Only the distant howling of the wind remained.
a long time.
Oreg sighed softly.
That sigh was filled with sympathy for the tragic fate of the former Lord and helplessness at the collapse of one's own faith.
He sat limply on the rock beside him, his hands clasped over his forehead, seemingly lost in thought.
A long time passed.
He stood up again, turned to Xia Tong, and bowed deeply: "Thank you—Xia Tong."
"Thank you for telling me all this, and thank you for not making me draw my sword just now."
Xia Tong couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
If things hadn't been handled properly, he would not only have lost a key general, but even Ingwell, who shared similar ideals, would have become disloyal.
After all, as the ashes of heroes with extremely high intelligence, they could completely refuse their summons.
It might even affect how Ruthel views herself.
"Sigh, although high-level veterans are strong in combat and have excellent teamwork."
Xia Tong carefully put away the ashes and shook her head: "But having one's own thoughts and ties can sometimes be a real problem."
at the same time.
Lake Lienia.
A light, year-round mist shrouded the sky above, making this vast, shallow lake area appear particularly mysterious and damp.
A large group of over a hundred mixed-race individuals is currently struggling to wade through knee-deep water.
Even the winged hybrids folded their wings and chose to walk in the water.
Because the team has a mix of young and old people, it is more conducive to mutual assistance.
Leading the way at the head of the procession was Aslan, a lion hybrid.
His once thick, crimson mane, a symbol of wildness and power, was now matted and clumped together by the lake water and dried blood, making him look somewhat disheveled.
The incredibly heavy greatsword, forged from the remains of countless broken swords, was pressing steadily on his broad and thick right shoulder.
He appears to be walking steadily.
But in reality, Aslan's muscles were all tense, alertly sensing any movement in the surrounding fog.
With a "thump".
A muffled splashing sound came from behind.
The lion hybrid looked back.
An elderly mixed-breed man with mutilated fleshy wings and exhausted strength plunged headfirst into the murky lake water and didn't get up for a long time.
Several of his slightly stronger mixed-race companions immediately stepped forward and hurriedly helped him up.
Sudden.
Aslan, the lion hybrid, suddenly twitched his brow.
His wild instincts sent shivers down his spine.
"Splash—!"
The position is less than 20 meters away from the right flank of the team.
The lake, which was originally as calm as a mirror, suddenly arched upwards like a small hill.
"spread!"
The lion hybrid's eyes widened in horror, and it let out a deafening roar.
Because it's in the mist from that direction.
A gigantic lobster, comparable in size to a mountain demon and wielding enormous pincers, burst out of the mud with a thud, covered in nauseating mud!