Chapter 443 Sanctuary Mission <TOC> Chapter 445 The City of Machines
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In the far north, on a vast expanse of snow-capped mountains, a shadow suddenly swept across. It seemed like a passing cloud casting its shadow, but upon closer inspection, the shadow was large and constantly changing, like a dancing butterfly.
However, when one looked up, nothing could be seen, only the vast blue sky and the gentle flow of clouds.
After an unknown period, a strange bird flew onto the snowy mountain.
The bird was not large, nor was it a living creature. It was made of metal. If a mysterious alchemist were present, they would recognize it as a mechanical bird made through mechanical alchemy, its interior filled with gears and pivots.
The bird’s skin was painted blue and white. As it flew, it transmitted a frequency unique to a certain wizard’s channel.
As the mechanical bird called out, a giant colorful butterfly appeared in the sky above the snow-capped mountain. Fluttering its wings, a delicate wooden bar was built upon its back.
The mechanical bird circled around and flew to the mailbox next to the entrance of the bar, spitting out a red-lettered white envelope into the mailbox before flying away without hesitation.
As the mechanical bird disappeared, the giant butterfly hid itself once more.
When the butterfly disappeared, a chubby little figure suddenly burst out of the wooden bar. Bouncing and jumping, he ran to the mailbox, took out the envelope, and loudly announced to the attendants inside the bar: “A letter has arrived! Mentor has sent a letter!”
The little chubby figure was dressed in a white chef’s uniform, but his sleeves were covered in grease and unknown gray powder. His round face was marked with black charcoal, and there was a faint aroma of grilled meat emanating from him.
As soon as the chubby figure finished calling out, a nearly naked voluptuous woman emerged from the bar. Her bronze skin glistened with a healthy glow, only covered in thin white fabric cut from a chef’s uniform in three strategic places.
“Alan, what did Mentor write? She’s been saying she’ll be back for a while now, hasn’t she?” As the woman asked, various voices could be heard from inside the bar, each with different pitches and questions, but the content was not much different from the woman’s inquiry.
Little chubby Alan swallowed hard, staring at the woman with a dumbstruck expression, blood suddenly gushing from his nose.
Seeing this, the woman covered her mouth and laughed delicately. As she laughed, her chest jiggled, and little Alan’s nosebleed spurted, causing him to faint.
“Tana, if you keep dressing like this, I suspect our dear little Alan might die from blood loss,” came a playful voice from inside the bar.
Tana, completely unfazed, swayed her ample hips, eliciting drooling sounds, and then pretended to be coy: “Isn’t this my worth?”
Amidst a chorus of howls, Tana walked over to Alan. She grabbed Alan’s foot, lifted him up with one hand, and prepared to take him inside the bar.
However, just at that moment, a gust of wind blew the envelope from Alan’s hand, spinning it in the air before it gently landed in Tana’s palm.
Tana lowered her head to look at the envelope’s cover, which displayed a row of exquisitely beautiful cursive writing. This butterfly-like cursive was personally created by Mentor, containing an indescribable code that only people part of the bar could decipher.
—For Tana and Alan, with warm regards.
A letter for Alan and me? Tana’s face lit up with joy. Ignoring the fact that she was still holding Alan, she opened the envelope while he stumbled with a “thud” sound.
In addition to a letter, there were two cards inside the envelope.
When Tana finished reading the letter, she suddenly froze in place. Alan, clutching his head and crying out in pain, saw Tana’s astonished expression and, disregarding his headache, strode over and peered at the envelope’s content.
“…A village?! What’s this Purification Garden about? Can it be eaten?!” Alan glanced over the content in a daze, catching only a few keywords: Revival Moon, Sky Mechanical City, and… Purification Garden.
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Sin World, an affiliated plane located in the northwest of the vast continent, at the center of the Blue Eyerift Inland Sea, had an entrance through an underwater volcanic vent.
At the edge of Sin World, there was an unremarkable small country called the Bluescale Dragon Kingdom.
The Bluescale Dragon Kingdom did not have a Wizarding World organization stationed there, and its people were unaware of extraordinary powers. However, this country gave birth to a sect that most wizards in the Wizarding World detested—the Extreme Sect.
The Extreme Sect’s belief was in the world’s will. Although most of them called themselves believers, they were actually wizards and even wizards favored by the world’s will. They pursued and killed all illegal extradimensional intruders, which aligned with the expectations of the world’s will.
This was probably the “political correctness” of the Wizarding World, and due to this correctness, the leader of the Extreme Sect had even gained some unspeakable powers from the great will through secret methods.
It could be said that although the Extreme Sect was not a Wizarding World organization, it was a force that could not be ignored in the Southern Wizarding World.
One day, within the sect’s cultivation garden where many apprentices were receiving training in pursuing and killing as well as learning about extradimensional beings, they lined up to welcome an important figure within the sect—the black-robed archbishop.
This was one of the three cultivation gardens within the Extreme Sect.
Most of the apprentices in the garden were under twenty years old, some as young as five or six. However, regardless of age, all were influenced by the solemn atmosphere in the garden, their faces expressionless, like fresh corpses in a graveyard—cold and pale.
The black-robed archbishop was quite satisfied with this new generation.
He spoke indifferently: “The Purification Garden in Sky Mechanical City is about to open. Those who wish to go can register with me.”
All the apprentices remained silent, and the black-robed bishop did not get angry at the silence. Instead, he nodded in satisfaction: “Of course, the quota for the Purification Garden is not given to you for free. If you want it, fight for it.”
“Those who sign up will be randomly assigned to life-or-death battles, and the last remaining victor can come to me for the quota. Remember, this is a life-or-death battle. Don’t talk to me about friendship. It’s either life or death.”
After saying this, the black-robed bishop left the cultivation garden with a sinister laugh and continued to the next one.
Half a day later, the winner of the first cultivation garden, stepping on a bloodstained path, appeared before the black-robed bishop.
“Very well, state your name,” the black-robed bishop said, looking at the cold-faced youth with a satisfied smile.
“Saladin. Boutierre.” The young man’s hair was clotted with blood, indicating how fierce the recent battle had been.
“Good, this card is for you.” The black-robed bishop handed the young man a card.
The young man nodded, turned, and left without a word.
The black-robed bishop was very satisfied with the young man’s personality. His deputy bishop suddenly whispered: “Your Excellency, I heard that Sky Mechanical City is acting quite irregularly this time. There are many underhanded moves.”
The black-robed bishop just smiled: “I have already received the news. Sky Mechanical City has invited me to discuss matters. According to the messenger, the Purification Garden may become a slaughter ground… But, it is precisely because of the slaughter ground that there are greater opportunities. Hahaha!”
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In the northwest of the Eternal Night Kingdom, there is a vast country called the Fertile Kingdom. Although it is called the Fertile Kingdom, nearly three-quarters of the land is desert. Because of this, although its territory is vast, neighboring countries are unwilling to attack it.
In the desert hinterland of the Fertile Kingdom, a naughty boy riding a white sand rhino suddenly appeared in a small oasis town.
He wasn’t very old, looking to be around ten years old, but he was extremely mischievous. In just three days, he had crossed dozens of oasis towns. Every time he passed through an oasis town, he stirred up a storm of curses, but he enjoyed it immensely.
He always held a small whip, whipping the three-meter-tall white sand rhino, making it use its sharp horn to break all the buildings it saw.
When he arrived at this oasis town called “Horseshoe,” something unexpected happened.
Just as he was whipping the rhino to smash the outer wall of a stone castle, he was caught by the ear by a young man who descended from the sky.
“Ouch, ouch, ouch—” The naughty boy cried with a pitiful face.
The young man, however, was expressionless: “Loki, Mentor said that you must not interfere with the lives of mortals.”
“I didn’t interfere, it was Little White who bumped into it!” A little rascal named Loki, with tears in his eyes, defended himself.
“Little White is your magical pet; it’s still your responsibility.” The man said, grabbing Loki’s ear and bowing in apology to the gathered crowd. He had already wiped Loki’s bottom countless times on this journey and vowed not to let Loki leave his sight today!
Loki cried and acted spoiled in front of everyone.
Seeing such a child, the residents of Horseshoe Town eventually forgave him, but the compensation still had to be paid.
However, when it was time for compensation, someone shouted: “Not good, the sand thieves are coming!”
In the vast desert of the Fertile Kingdom, the most common things that breed without official governance are sand thieves and sand bandits. Hearing that sand thieves were approaching, the faces of Horseshoe Town’s residents became difficult to bear.
However, sand thieves were mainly after wealth, so although their faces looked bad, they were not in despair.
But when someone shouted: “It’s the Baria Sand Thieves Gang!”, the expressions of the crowd changed instantly. This was a notorious sand thief group in the area, leaving nothing behind wherever they went, having already slaughtered several small towns.
People fled in all directions, either hiding in cellars or simply running into the desert.
Little rascal Loki and the young man didn’t hide, but an elderly woman with a kind face suddenly pulled Loki over: “Foreigner, quickly come and hide in my cellar!”
Before Loki could finish, the young man calmly said: “No need.”
The old woman sighed and, seeing the sand thieves had already entered the town, fled into the cellar. The young man, on the other hand, took the curious Loki and vanished into the air.
The Baria Sand Thieves Gang lived up to their infamy, riding into Horseshoe Town, burning, looting, and killing people wherever they went. In just one minute, more than a dozen lives were lost.
Seeing more and more people dying, Loki looked at the young man in confusion: “Brother Hermes, aren’t we going to save them?”
He had destroyed countless buildings and injured many people on this journey, relying on Hermes to clean up the mess and save people. So he subconsciously thought that Hermes would appear to rescue people from danger.
However, Hermes shook his head and said: “We shouldn’t meddle in the affairs of ordinary people.”
Loki pursed his lips.
Although he enjoyed playing pranks, he had never deliberately killed anyone.
As Loki watched lives passing before his eyes, when he saw the band of sand thieves dragging out the old woman who had shown kindness to him from her hiding place, he could no longer hold back: “Little White, go! Kill all these sand thieves!”
Hermes glanced at Loki but did not stop him.
Little White roared, using just two or three sand techniques to annihilate the sand thieves completely.
A sandstorm and a sandpit.
When the Horseshoe Town returned to peace, Loki emerged from his invisibility, expecting praise from the townspeople, but no one dared to approach. Everyone looked at him with eyes as if they were staring at a demon, and some even threw torches at him. Even the old woman who had shown him kindness earlier took a frightened step back.
Loki felt hurt; his brother Hermes didn’t save anyone but received gratitude from many people. He saved people yet was still despised…
“People’s hearts are unpredictable; don’t mind them. Let’s go,” Hermes took Loki’s hand. “Mentor has already arrived at Sky Mechanical City, and we are already quite late because of your mischief. We can’t miss the opening of the Purification Garden.”
Loki pouted and nodded aggrievedly: “Alright.”
Chapter 443 Sanctuary Mission <TOC> Chapter 445 The City of Machines