Chapter 250: The Situation: Part 2
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“There have been so many people coming into Shermanton recently. I don’t know which ones are coming for me,” continued Adolf.
“There’s also a serious shortage of manpower in The TSSF, and we’re too busy to control it.”
“Forget it, I’ll take care of it.” Lin Sheng planned to clean up the spies in Shermanton.
The car moved slowly forward. Part of Lin Sheng’s consciousness jumped onto the Thunderbeast on sanctum hill. He was directing the Thunderbeast into the temple hall.
The high altar had accumulated a lot of sacred power in recent days. The Thunderbeast was wearing a thick cloak that covered his whole body and standing before the altar without uttering a single word.
Although those present were curious, no one dared question the actions of those inside the temple.
“Welcome, honorable Lord Lin Sheng.”
After a soft and familiar female voice, a sand table model of the entire sanctum hill appeared before him, followed by parameters.
“The Sanctum of Shadow:
“Temple Lord: Lin Sheng.
“Sacred power: 207 units.
“Divine skill: Mind Purification. Level: weak.
“Scope: One ring.”
“There is still a long way to go to gain new divine skill, but this is a convenient way to observe the sanctum hill.”
Lin Sheng stared at the virtual sand table model in front of him. Those whose aura was incompatible with the sacred power were shown as little red dots.
Now, there were two red dots around the Sanctum of Shadow. Lin Sheng was slightly shocked.
“Well, these people have infiltrated the temple.” He did not doubt the accuracy of the display.
After carefully comparing the red dots to identify the corresponding people, Lin Sheng contacted the dungeon soldiers stationed on the mountain in his mind and informed Khadula in the temple to cooperate with them. Everything was going on smoothly.
Khadula, who was supervising the trainees with a whip, received the news without showing it on her face and continued to do what she was doing. Her attention was already focused on a few people among the trainees.
A group of students was doing routine weight-bearing laps, sweating and panting.
“Ari, Frank, Patty. You three come with me.” Suddenly, Khadula’s cold voice was heard all over the training field.
Three students in a group, wondering why they were called out by Khaula, walked to the small temple beside the training field. After a while, the three of them came out again and returned to the line.
Khadula checked them one by one, taking down the spies while continuing to train the students outside with her stand-in. The substitution passed unnoticed, and she soon took all the red spots on the sanctum hill and locked them up.
Khadula interrogated them and got the specific information from them. Then she turned straight into a small room at the corner of the temple.
Before long, strangers of different abilities were streaming out of the small room at a brisk pace. All these people had one thing in common, and that was their arms – which were all pale without a trace of blood.
Soon, hundreds of people descended from the sanctum hill and flowed into the surrounding area, blending into Shermanton naturally like water.
These people began a statistical collation of the Transcendents in Shermanton.
Man and woman were sitting up from their beds, naked, staring at the people who had broken in.
When they saw the people wearing silver armor at the door, the naked man and woman immediately pulled a bath towel to cover their bodies, turned and ran.
They were quick and decisive, running in both directions to the window. They had obviously been trained for a long time.
But before long, two black clouds of smoke chased out of the two windows, enveloping the two men.
A short time later, a subtle noise of sharp knives stabbing into the flesh came from the hotel room.
“Settled. The thirteenth.” A pale woman dressed as a hotel maid came out of the room, looking calm.
“This organization called The Deerblood sent more than 30 people in at one go. It seems that they are determined to obtain The Paragons of Destiny, said the woman, smiling. “The next one is an organization called the Eye of Heaven. Their captain is a bald black man named Marcus. Very strong,” the woman explained with a smile.
“Never mind. Let’s go,” said the silver armored soldier, striding off.
The killing, the fighting, the eviction broke out in different places.
In the dark came the sound of small quick steps. Several black shadows were running rapidly between the buildings
It was a dark, moonless night, and even the silhouette of their bodies disappeared into the darkness.
“The men of Bloodgrave. Now that you’re here, why don’t you visit sanctum hill? Our Lord Lin is the most hospitable person you will ever meet.”
Clouds black smoke gathered quickly, turning into human figures around them and vaguely enveloping them.
“Do you think you can stop us?” One of the men spoke with a cold voice.
“How do you know if you don’t try?” A tall man with pale arms formed in the black smoke.
The man of Bloodgrave sneered. A flash of red light in his hand shot straight at the tall man.
They were not like the many small groups and forces that had been wiped out in recent days.
Even in the world as a whole, Blood Grave was an absolute behemoth. They were the top 50 killers in the underworld.
Although they were discovered, Bloodgrave’s killers had never been afraid to reveal their identities. They were just as good at fighting head-on.
But soon, a piercing chill flashed up in the man’s heart.
Without another word, he turned quickly sideways and bounced off to the left with all his strength.
Two pale arms sprang from the ground in the darkness and tore at his breast, nearly ripping open the man’s chest.
“Run!!” yelled the man. The red light in his hands spread into a pair of pale red wings, and the wings spread fiercely behind him.
The man sped up and flew away. The others reacted at the same time and fled quickly.
They were paid to do the job, not to die.