The edge of the city on the opposite shore of the island.
Inside a weed-overgrown abandoned building, several people were sleeping soundly by a campfire when suddenly they were kicked awake.
–Get up!–
–Stop sleeping, get up. Activate your Moxels for a funding broadcast and find someone for us.–
–Find someone?– A few people with red Moxels reluctantly sat up, scratched their arms, and looked at the people with silver-white Moxels at the door.
–Who are we looking for?–
The firelight illuminated the cold face of the leader at the door.
The man looked down, staring at the disheveled guys, and said in a deep voice:
–Find someone who is suspected to be a master who entered the core of No. 11 isolated island.–
They exchanged glances, –What does that have to do with us?–
A young man on the ground changed his expression slightly. Wang Xiaoshun looked up at the people around him:
–Could it be that the one who entered the island’s core is from our red Moxel side?–
–What? That’s impossible!–
The group panicked in a fluster.
In this city, any decent red Moxel Enightmare had either surrendered to the other side or was killed and made into a module. All red Moxel people had only the amplification and investment abilities of the Moxel left.
But under such adverse circumstances, could someone still have managed to run deep into the island right under the noses of those white Moxel bastards?
That was something even Cheng Yunze of the Four-Phase Heavenly Group couldn’t do!
–Less nonsense, send the broadcast now. As long as you find him, you’ll become reserve members of the Four-Phase Heavenly Group from now on.–
Having said that, the several people at the door snorted hopelessly, then turned and left for the next abandoned building with a bonfire.
Wang Xiaoshun glanced at the fellow sufferers beside him, their Moxels flickering. After a moment’s thought, he bit his lip, and a faint red halo glowed from his chest.
A triangular beam of light spread into the void.
{Oh, you who enter the depths of the island, do not answer anyone’s Syn-Link!}
The thin line instantly traversed the hazy mist, along with countless spreading red and white Moxel lines, traveling for dozens of miles.
Hong Haocheng, who had once again escaped from the earth-bound spirit, stopped and panted heavily, his chest heaving. Sweat streamed down his face as he gazed up at the hazy night.
–Damn, I forgot to tell those three fools where to rendezvous.-
In the night, a red line suddenly appeared across Hong Haocheng’s chest.
{Who is in the island.}
It quickly vanished, then two more, three more.
{Are there any of us inside?}
{Whoever you are, be careful, don’t reveal yourself.}
{Please ignore all funding requests like mine, do not connect to them!}
More and more lines surged and faded like waves, some carrying questions, some warnings.
{Take care, our mysterious great master, if you really exist!}
{There is a gate to City 11 deep in the island. Enter it to use ‘Bound Spirit Core’ to forge a Null Zero Chronos War Device! It can ignore Chronos defenses…}
In many people’s Moxel voices, as if afraid that this expert still didn’t quite grasp certain local circumstances, they poured out everything they knew all at once, terrified that any oversight might lead to a great tragedy.
{Since he’s a master, he must already know this information.}
Some tried to stop this torrent of words, but were ignored. The warnings continued to rain down, fleeting whispers that left no window for the receiver to respond.
{It’s said that Xun0 weapons can ignore certain Chronos effects, achieving a one-hit kill—provided the target’s own lifespan falls within the coverage of Xun0 Chronos.}
Hong Haocheng’s footsteps gradually slowed, as he felt the countless whispers of unfamiliar hearts and minds received by the halo on his chest.
{Hahaha, what are you guys doing? Someone actually managed to penetrate deep into the island, right under the noses of the Four Phases Heavenly Group? Bullshit.}
{Will our Red Moxel really produce such a person? Be careful—it might be a trap from the other side; maybe another round of massive purging is coming.}
{If you are a newcomer, please protect your Enightmare.}
{We no longer have a future. If possible, please save up ten thousand years of Chronos early and leave.}
Hong Haocheng raised his head to gaze at the sky.
He couldn’t help but wonder: perhaps the statues in the temples also spend their days like this, listening to countless voices rising and falling without end.
{You are our nameless king. You’ve proven that our Red Moxel is not trash.}
But what’s different…
{O people who venture deep into the island, do not answer anyone’s Syn-Link! Protect yourselves…}
[I felt the collective wish of thousands of people.]
A voice that belonged to himself whispered in Hong Haocheng’s heart.
–Me?-
[I have fulfilled the collective wish of over a thousand people—simply because I exist.]
A radiant light was born before his chest, then merged into Moxel.
This silhouette in the darkness ceased all movements.
Hong Haocheng blankly perceived this newly born so-called talisman.
[I have harvested a –talisman- condensed from the power of heart-mind.]
[Wish Talisman, thousand-person level. It can grant certain reasonable wishes in this world.]
……
Robin Lo stepped on the ground, temporarily dispersing the thin layer of mist that floated like a stage effect. Within seconds, the drifting mist refilled the areas where he had stepped.
–My God, this is City 11!-
Captain Qin and the others, along with several spirited women carrying weapons and supplies, stepped off a dimly glowing train that materialized out of thin air.
Following them were several people from different cities who had exchanged –Book Pages- for entry qualifications—this time, everyone obtained the qualifications to enter City 11 from Yang Zicang using these already hard-to-come-by Book Pages.
After this trip, Yang Zicang’s hand had gained 11 Book Pages of two colors.
–This place was originally like our city, but it has turned into this demonic lair.-
Chef Ma Bin, holding the train door, looked up.
The city lay broken, with spiral vortex clouds rotating across the sky—they were azure blue. Thin strands of blue energy lines densely filled the air, forming uneasy pale blue energy patterns that slowly swirled throughout the city. The vortex clouds stretched tens or even hundreds of kilometers.
Golden sunlight spilled from beyond the deep blue clouds hundreds of miles away, like a golden curtain shrouding the city.
–Roar…-
A faint, sorrowful roar came from a distant place.
–Waa…-
The cries of these monsters seemed like the lament of a sorrowful beast, forever bound by despair with no means of escape.
Li Sumei stared blankly upward, her finger pointing to the sky.
–Look over there.-
The people, stepping out of the car one after another, looked up.
In the clouds, something seemed to be hanging, but the surging mist quickly swallowed it.
–What is that thing in the sky?-
They turned to look at the youth who was last to step out of the car. Yang Zicang rested his hand on the car door, looked up, and said: –That is 【Sorrow】.-
As his footsteps landed on the solid ground, a voice resounded in the hearts of the dozen people.
{You have all arrived at the Vortex Spirit City.}
{Here, you can use Binding Spirit Cores to add a portion of the –Turbulent Void Zero- effect to appropriate items. Turbulent Void Zero can cancel out part of the –Chronos- effect.}
A faint light gathered before the crowd, expanding into the image of something like an ancient core.
Then the light twisted slightly and split into two—still binding cores, but their surfaces were tinged with faint brown-red and pale white.
Like the mottled rust born on antiques left untouched for ages.
{These bloodline-binding cores are the collapsed remains of people in this city who once obtained –bloodlines-.}
–People who obtained bloodlines?!-
{Every ten crimson or silver-white binding cores can be exchanged with [Sorrow] for one chance to attach Void Zero to a Cent-Arms or above Chronos war device.}
{Alternatively, the city chief can trade them with the Hub Town for an appropriate request.}
{They can also be used to request employees above elite rank of the –Lost Illusion Company- to convey messages regarding special items and intersecting spaces.}
Everyone present had at least some knowledge of bloodline information, and hearing this, they were all deeply shaken.
So it turned out that so many people in City No. 11 had already acquired bloodlines!
Robin Lo and others thought to themselves, no wonder they eventually played it so far that the city was ruined, leading to such a catastrophe. The former powerhouses of City 11 had already left people from other cities far behind.
It wasn’t just one or two of them who had obtained bloodlines—they wanted the entire city to obtain them!
So this is why they want the Tenth City to descend!
The group outside the train, already representing the leading forces of various major cities, were utterly shaken to their core.
The voice gradually faded away.
From afar, countless faint roars echoed once more.
The crowd withdrew their gazes, and the cook, Ma Bin, said, –Does ‘mournful’ refer to that thing in the sky?-
–I thought there was some special weapon forge somewhere in this city. I never expected it to be in the sky.-
Someone in the crowd couldn’t wait to activate Moxel to relay information about this place to the outside world, but as the thought arose, a powerful psychic pressure appeared. Like a great whirlpool, it bound and devoured their desire to speak, until it was completely extinguished.
One person looked at the surrounding experts and asked, –Excuse me, what exactly is a City Chief?-
Beside Prince Wang, a handsome young man who bore some resemblance to him explained in a composed tone:
–That’s a title exclusive to cities ranked thirty-five or above. It refers to the strongest team in the city, and they usually represent that city in the year-end ranking battle.-
–I see.-
Then, someone frowned. –By the way, the last part about requesting cross-space information from employees of the Lost Illusion Company—what’s that about?-
Many people didn’t even know that company existed, let alone about any elite employees.
–That voice didn’t say how to make a request to those so-called employees. Even if we obtain that ‘Spirit-Trapping Core,’ we wouldn’t know who to give it to.-
Robin Lo and the others turned their gaze to Yang Zicang.
–Ahem.-
Yang Zicang, dressed in a black tracksuit, cleared his throat.
–Hello everyone, let me reintroduce myself.-
–Huh?- Everyone turned to look at him, realizing—oh right, Yang Zicang might know something.
–I am an elite employee of Starlight Illusion, a subsidiary of the Lost Illusion Company. If any of you obtain a Bound Spirit Core later and want to know in advance what will appear in the interlaced space corresponding to your frequency crystal, and their uses, just come to me.-
Everyone’s jaws dropped to the floor.
{You guys get off quickly, I can’t hold on much longer. It’s not night yet.}
Having obtained a –Chain Energy- from the Chief Editor of –Day-, the big star Little Matt Chao could now briefly appear outside the Frequency-Lost Land in the form of a phantom train, but he couldn’t stay for long.
Hearing this, everyone hastily moved their belongings out.
–I’ll leave this place to you. Watch out for danger.-
Yang Zicang could not participate in the battle against the earth-bound spirits, so he quickly departed with the train to the –Beach Resort- on the city’s outskirts, exclusive to the Illusion Company.
In the crowd, Captain Qin clapped his hands to get everyone’s attention. –Everyone, let’s first set up a base and pitch some tents.-
–Yeah!-
A few girls from Rose Creek cheered.
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