Chapter 443: Activation: Part 3
The next day, nine in the morning.
Henriqcal City, Miga.
Lin Sheng who was just about to enter the Darkspirit Gate suddenly stopped where he stood.
A long-range soul transmission from Xylond made him stopped everything he was doing, as he was struck by disbelief.
The moment he had gotten the message, the first reaction he had was to not believe it.
Adolf was his most treasured disciple and assistant, and the former’s loyalty to him and the Holy Sanctum was beyond doubt.
How many of the Holy Sanctum’s secrets did not pass through Adolf’s hands? He could be said to be the core of the entire Holy Sanctum system.
Now, the HQ was suddenly telling him that Adolf had betrayed him?
At that moment, Khadula’s voice was still in transmission.
“Adolf left a letter expressing that he did not want to suffer inside the Holy Sanctum anymore without any benefits, so he planned to look for better opportunities.”
“Absolute tosh!” Lin Sheng’s voice was chilly.
Even if Khadula on the opposite end could sense the emotional impulse from the main body through the soul link, Lin Sheng still verbalized it.
“Don’t bother with the letter he left behind. Adolf had been my disciple since the day he joined the Holy Sanctum, with so many achievements and also paying so much as the financial backbone of the Holy Sanctum. So disregard what he wrote, and find him first. Then bring him back and put him under strict guard. No matter what he says, he is a member of the Holy Sanctum.” Lin Sheng said coldly.
“Understood,” Khadula responded quickly. “Oh right, there is one more thing that you might not know.” “What is it?” Lin Sheng frowned.
Adolf running away was already a big enough headache, and there was another one?
Khadula, however, did not care too much, and simply sent a boatload of information crashing into Lin Sheng’s mind.
The soul transmission was extremely efficient, and just a few seconds later.
“Traces of the Astral Mere? The Paragons of Destiny?” Lin Sheng looked at the torrent of information that had just struck him, and he had believed most of it by the time he read it.
Khadula was the head honcho of the intelligence department, and naturally would not be sending any false information to the main body.
So Lin Sheng was confident that this information was genuine.
“Are you sure that Adolf did this voluntarily? Were there any instances were the Astral Mere made contact with him?” Lin Sheng asked again.
“There’s no indication of it, but basically I am certain that Adolf’s actions did not differ from usual, everything he did and spoke was the usual him. Perhaps there was some special reason that drove him to make this decision.” Khadula explained.
Lin Sheng stood before the Darkspirit Gate, and paused for a bit, before speaking again.
“No matter what his decision is, he is still a core member of the Holy Sanctum, but since he had decided to go, then let it be a learning journey for him then.”
“No, brother, go do your stuff, just remember don’t overwork yourself,” Khadula said out of concern.
Lin Sheng then took a step, his body quickly blurred as he entered the ethereal state caused by the Blood of Chaos.
He then stepped through the Darkspirit Gate and his body disappeared instantly.
It was almost at the same time.
All of the wielders of the Paragons of Destiny across the world heard the voice of the Sage of the Astral Mere.
Xie Qiaoyue, Isaac, and Adolf were just the three among them.
There were many more wielders of the Paragons of Destiny in unreachable and invisible corners of the world.
Under the guidance of the sage, they were all heading towards one direction.
The seawater slowly rushed against the beach before receding, leaving a dark trail on the sands.
Tungus held a bone sword in his hand as he slashed continuously at the sea breeze.
He loved blades, and just like how some enjoyed playing, while others were more predisposed to explore and research by nature.
He just happened to love blades.
“1171, 1172, 1173, 1174…”
Tungus counted as his muscles tightened and relaxed from time to time in rhythm.
“Master your breathing, master the rhythm, match it with your heartbeat.” A drawling voice rang out from the bone sword, and into Tungus’ mind.
He nodded, as he continued counting, but his body once again began to adjust to the voice.
“You have the limit of a human, and to break through that limit, you need to lose our life. You need to know that the natural lifespan of every living being is predetermined from the beginning.”
“A machine’s maximum lifespan could be determined from its components, the more it is used, the shorter its’ lifespan is. Like machines, organic life is the same, the only difference is that as organics, we can, through our efforts, replace the body parts that lessen our lifespan.” The bone sword continued.
“If you want to break through your limits, then you need to find a way to solve the problem with your lifespan depletion.”
Tungus demurred for a moment, as he continued his sword drill, all the while still communicating with the bone sword.
“Then how do I resolve this?”
“One way is to upgrade the materials of your body or change the materials within your body completely. Tungus, I will disappear in two days, remember what I said. After I disappear, let your blood sate this bone sword. Persist for a hundred days later, you will get a little gift I prepared for you.” The voice within the sword guffawed.
“I will exact vengeance for you,” Tungus said flatly.
The voice within the bone sword laughed the moment it heard that.
“There’s no need for that. I was not a good person, and I’d performed too many evil deeds in my life. I don’t need your revenge, as long as you can pass on my strength, and my bloodline down, that is the greatest payment you can give me.”
“I will,” Tungus responded with resolve.
Suddenly the sea on the right rose up in a massive wave.
A black giant lobster the size of two humans appeared, as its two exposes weres were twisting about to look around.
The moment it noticed Tungus standing by the beach, the massive black lobster spat out bubbles as it rushed towards him.
It lifted up a pair of huge lobster claws and smashed downwards.
“You see him? Cut it! That flash of ephemeral light!” The voice of the bone sword rang out in Tungus’s ears.
His breathing quickened, his heartbeat raced as his blood flow accelerated.
No matter what sort of genius he was, or how powerful he was, he had only faced ordinary human swordsmen or wretched gunmen.
This was the first time he encountered a Blacktide monster alone.
His mind went black, but his hand instinctively followed the memories of the past.
Raise the blade, step forward, horizontal slash!
The white bone sword instantly cut the monster into half.
“Searching for the linking light among living beings is the best technique suited for you,” the voice in the sword said.
Tungus looked on blankly at the giant dead lobster before him, scarcely believing he did that.
“Work at it, you will be able to do better.” The Dark Lord within the bone sword laughed.
At this level, exacting revenge for him was not that easy.
He then recalled that fateful day, when he was sitting at the top of the Mount of Bones, and that burly figure wielding a torrent of limitless holy power in his hand.