Chapter 135: Bailier

Surrounded by several personal guards, the black-robed man moved faster and faster, taking remote paths. The group swept across the Wasteland like giant rocs flying low. After over half an hour, they arrived at a hidden valley. From the outside, this unnamed valley seemed rarely visited, deep, and quiet. But deep inside, hundreds of fierce black-robed warriors were actually hiding. Seeing the figure of the black-robed young man, they prostrated themselves one after another.

Hearing the noise outside, a thin, dry old man walked out of a tent and came before the black-robed young man. “Young Master Luer, is the news clear? When do we act?”

“According to reliable news, all the Candidate Saintess on the Wasteland have gathered!”

The young man named Luer smiled coldly and continued, “Elkins, notify Lord Father. Let’s act! Glory Castle claims to be the Divine Court’s strongest fortress on the Wasteland, but its defenses are actually lax. It is far inferior to our Fallen City. Hehe, if we’re going to play, we’ll play big and give the Divine Court an unprecedented humiliation!”

Luer looked fierce as he gazed at the Crystal World in his hand, feeling ecstatic.

This trip into the city was only to gather news. He never expected to obtain such a treasure by chance. A Semi-plane! If he fused it into his own Alternate Dimension, his strength would definitely rise greatly. He would have a great chance to break through the bottleneck in one go and become a Demi-god Stronger. By then, his position as the Son of Fallen would be even more secure. Among his many brothers and sisters, who else could be his opponent?

“Young Master Luer, our mission is only to gather news and provide support. We must not be impulsive!” Elkins, his face full of wrinkles, frowned and gently reminded the high-spirited Luer.

Although the situation seemed very favorable, he always remembered the Fallen King’s orders before they left. Young Master Luer, known as the Son of Fallen, was decisive and brave; unfortunately, he was still too young and prone to impulsiveness at critical moments. His main task on this trip was to remind Young Master Luer at key moments to prevent him from ruining big plans.

“That same line every time. Are you annoying?”

Luer rolled his eyes at the withered Elkins and quickly ducked into his tent to carefully study the Crystal World in his hand. Behind him, seeing that he did not act rashly, Elkins finally let out a sigh of relief.

Huff…

Luer suppressed the excitement in his heart and sat cross-legged on the ground. A massive amount of majestic Death Aura suddenly surged from his body, enveloping the crystal-clear Crystal World as he attempted to refine it quickly. Helplessly, the Crystal World in his hand had no reaction, like a frozen world. Not a trace of Death Aura could seep inside.

“Fallen Bible!”

After a long while, the impatient Luer gave a low shout, and a pitch-black book appeared before him. Like the Divine Court’s Bible, the cover featured an Angel Statue, but its eyes were pitch black. One look into her eyes made one’s head sink, as if falling into an endless Abyss. After opening the cover, a wave of cold, majestic, and evil aura rushed out. Unlike the lifeless Death Aura, inhaling just a trace made one’s will depressed, and countless dark thoughts arose spontaneously in the heart.

“So this is the so-called Fallen Aura?”

Hidden in the darkness, Hu Feng was startled. He took a light breath, and a trace of Fallen Aura appeared on his fingertip, turning into a black thread that wound around his finger. He closed his eyes to carefully sense the difference in this power.

Fallen Aura and Death Aura both belonged to dark energy and shared the same origin, but they had many subtle uses. Death Aura made people directly sense the threat of death, arising strong fear; Fallen Aura seeped more into people’s hearts, making them produce all dark thoughts such as discouragement, depravity, and giving up on themselves, crumbling the enemy’s will and mental defenses.

“If I plant a seed of depravity inside a holy Nun, that would…”

Sensing the subtle uses of the Fallen Aura, Hu Feng suddenly had an idea and thought of the many holy and inviolable Nuns in the Monastery. He gave an evil smile, sat cross-legged, and imperceptibly devoured the Fallen Aura emitted by the Fallen Bible. Slowly, wisps of black mist appeared outside his body, and his body gradually faded.

Crystal World, Fallen Bible…

These were all rare treasures. From the first moment he saw them, Hu Feng was determined to get them. However, he was not in a hurry, not at all. He hid in the darkness and waited quietly. After hearing a ‘snap’ of a dry branch breaking from afar, he smiled coldly. The black mist outside his body grew thicker, completely enveloping the small woods he was in without leaking any aura or energy fluctuations. At the same time, inside the magnificent Glory Castle, teams of fierce Glory Knights rushed out.

“Bailier, are you sure they hid in the valley ahead?”

The Brocade-Robed Old Man stood in a woods outside the valley, looking at the rarely visited valley not far away, his face cold. Beside him stood a heroic female warrior holding a half-human-tall longbow.

This time, he had traveled thousands of miles from his Crystal City to come here just for the legendary Crystal World. This family treasure from millions of years ago must not fall into the hands of others, even if it meant paying any price. If he couldn’t buy it at the auction, he would strike directly on the Wasteland!

“Yes, Lord Father, my Soul-Hunting Bow has already locked onto their Soul Fluctuation!”

The female warrior standing beside the Brocade-Robed Old Man had a solemn face, a thin chin, and eyes like a blue sea. She looked at the valley nearby and continued, “However, Lord Father, according to the Water Giant’s detection, there are far more than just those few people in the valley. Preliminary estimates are at least five hundred people. If I’m not wrong, they are definitely an evil force on the Wasteland, secretly preparing some conspiracy here!”

The female warrior named Bailier took out a crystal as she spoke. After silently chanting a few spells, a clear image appeared. Deep in the hidden valley, hundreds of fierce black-armored warriors were hiding, standing motionless like ice sculptures under the dense forest. They were expressionless like puppets, or perhaps cultivating some terrible technique.

“Fallen City’s Fallen Guard?”

The knowledgeable Brocade-Robed Old Man exclaimed in surprise. Sure enough, he soon sensed a faint trace of Fallen Aura.

“What? Father, you say they are from Fallen City?” Bailier looked shocked.

Fallen City was not just ordinarily famous on the Wasteland. It was the source of sin, the home of thugs, gathering a large number of evil characters. There were bloodthirsty Wandering Hunters, Necromancers with gloomy winds, thugs wanted by various castles, and countless treasures and beauties. It was said that even a devout believer, no matter how firm their faith, would become a fallen Demon upon arriving there.

Fallen City was filled with thugs, and the Fallen Guard beside the City Lord were thugs among thugs; or rather, a group of crazy Demons. Even a high and mighty City Lord who had experienced many battles would not easily provoke such a group of lunatics!

Silence!

After understanding the identity of the black-robed young man, the Brocade-Robed Old Man remained silent for a long time. Finally, he waved his hand and gave the order to retreat.

He was determined to get the family treasure, the Crystal World, but thinking of the consequences of provoking Fallen City, he had to choose to give up. Unexpectedly, just as he was about to turn and leave, Bailier beside him stepped sideways to block him. “Father, we finally got news of the family treasure, Crystal World, and you’re just giving up? Crystal City is about to collapse completely. Only by obtaining the Crystal World can it be thoroughly repaired. Fighting Fallen City is just a temporary difficulty, but without a castle to survive, that will be a permanent difficulty!”

Bailier, holding her longbow, gently bit her teeth and stubbornly blocked her father’s path. To save her people and the Crystal City they relied on for survival, let alone angering the powerful Fallen City, she would not hesitate even if it were the Four Great Cities like Bright Summit and Purgatory City. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, she would never give up.

As a father knows his daughter, looking at the stubborn Bailier, the Brocade-Robed Old Man sighed deeply. How could he not want to give up? Helplessly, Crystal City had long declined, and barely protecting itself was already a problem. Where would they find the strength to fight the powerful Fallen City? Even if they barely snatched the Crystal World, they probably wouldn’t have time to repair the castle before the infamous Fallen Legion swarmed in.

“Father, as long as we get the Crystal Castle, we can immediately move Crystal City away, to a distant ocean, far from the struggles of the Wasteland. No matter how powerful Fallen City is, they can’t cross the ocean to hunt us down!”

Bailier spoke while looking at her father’s gloomy face. Crystal City could no longer cut through wind and waves to move long distances on the sea, and its speed was slow. But as long as it could still move, there was a chance. Fallen City had great power on the Wasteland, but on the boundless ocean, they might not be so formidable!

Leave the Wasteland and move to the ocean?

The Brocade-Robed Old Man’s heart moved. After pondering for a while, he nodded resolutely. He waved his right hand lightly, and the silver-armored warriors who had been waiting behind him silently sneaked towards the valley. Unlike ordinary people, the boots under these silver-armored warriors’ feet rippled with water mist, constantly flowing. One step down was silent, leaving only a shallow water mark on the ground.

Bailier, taking the lead, bent her bow and shot. With a few whooshing sounds, she took out the hidden sentries in the bushes. Like a lithe Elf, she moved quickly through the dense forest. Without even needing to aim, she took out the sentries along the way. Every arrow hit the enemy’s brow without exception, killing them instantly! Under her lead, over two hundred silver-armored warriors silently sneaked into the valley, approaching the tent where the Son of Fallen, Luer, was located.

“Not bad, quite a personality. I like it!”

Hu Feng hid in the darkness, watching Bailier who was taking the lead with interest. He opened his mouth and sucked hard, and a large mass of thick Fallen Aura appeared in his palm. Compressing, refining, compressing again… it gradually turned into a tough leather whip. Slowly, the condensed Fallen Aura became denser.

Whip of Fallen!

This game was getting more and more interesting. While admiring the female warrior Bailier’s lithe figure, he refined a whip that made people fall, and an evil thought spontaneously arose in his heart.