Reverse flow of the Yellow Springs

Within the rigid power structure of the Dead Sleep Palace, those who had the leisure and resources to form hunting teams and wantonly hunt pure-blooded humans in the vast lost lands were mostly noble scions who were of noble blood but not core members of their families.

They are born with abundant resources and status, yet they have plenty of free time because they are far from the center of power.

Thus, in this vast, sparsely populated land, where resources are so abundant they are almost a luxury, hunting down those who struggle to survive in the cracks becomes their form of thrill-seeking entertainment.

The higher-ups in the restricted area mostly turned a blind eye to this, allowing the nobles to go hunting as long as they didn't cause too much trouble.

However, today is different.

The Forbidden Zone is facing the sudden calamity of the Calamity Spawn. The entire coastline and even parts of the inland area have become a bloody battlefield, with countless legions fighting against the twisted monster on the front lines.

In this situation, if there are still hunting teams with dominant combat power who ignore the imminent threat and insist on hunting down the remnants of pure-blooded humans who can no longer cause trouble, it would be extremely unreasonable, even foolish!
So when this news was reported up the chain of command to the Supreme Being of the Blazing Gate, who was in charge of the second battlefield, this Supreme Being of the forbidden zone let out a mocking sneer.

"What a reckless and ignorant brat!" Supreme Lord Chique's gaze turned to the north side of the forbidden zone: "Continue to contact them! Issue an order in my name, telling them to arrive at the designated war zone before sunset tomorrow. If they fail to arrive at the designated war zone one hour each night, their people will be subjected to an eleven-fold rationing!"

"Rambo, you're the fastest. Go there yourself. If they don't obey, kill their adjutant."

Executing the sons of nobles who possess the power of a hegemon is ultimately troublesome and would provoke the dissatisfaction of their families. However, targeting the commoners and servants within their territories carries far fewer such concerns.

It can exert enough pressure without completely tearing off the mask of civility.

"I obey Your Majesty's decree!" Rambo, the ruler of the restricted area, immediately bowed upon reporting the news.

With the Supreme's clear statement and authorization, Rimbaud felt more confident and immediately turned around, transforming into a streak of light as he rushed out of the hall.

He had to get to the area where the hunting party was last active, as indicated in the intelligence, as soon as possible, and make contact again through the parchment treasure.

If those guys remain stubborn, he might have to personally intervene and drag those delirious distant relatives back.

Rimbaud and Thorne came from the same large family and were distant relatives.

We can't let them continue their reckless behavior. How much Thorne's own people suffer is Thorne's own problem.

However, if this leads to a decrease in the entire family's production capacity and problems with the supply of materials, then that would be undesirable.

'Thorne, Thorne, now is not the time for reckless hunting! When can't we hunt those hiding rats? Isn't this great battle the crisis and glory you've always craved, the kind that gets your blood pumping?' Lord Rimbaud sighed helplessly in his heart.

In fact, when the Calamity Heir first appeared, many warlike nobles in the forbidden zone initially felt a bloodthirsty excitement.

They had been silent for too long and were tired of peace, yearning for a real war that would allow them to unleash their power and experience the thrill of life and death.

When they discovered that although the Calamity Heirs were numerous and each possessed spiritual energy, their overall level was low, with most only at the second or third level of awakening, their excitement was tinged with contempt.

Tens of thousands of low-level psionic units were nothing more than moving targets in front of the well-trained and well-equipped main force of the forbidden zone.

The legions can even rotate troops to suppress them without any pressure.

Some newly formed legions were even directly deployed to the front lines, using these monsters as excellent training targets.

However, it was this contempt that brought about terrible consequences.

When the 'node creatures' hidden within the Calamity Heirs suddenly erupted, tearing through the legion's defenses with strength far exceeding expectations, and even causing the immediate deaths of several high-level psionic officers, the Forbidden Zone was horrified to awaken.

Subsequently, joint invitations and shared key intelligence from other ocean-bound restricted areas that were also affected made the higher-ups of the Dead Sleep Palace realize the seriousness of the problem.

Even the once-isolated and secretive Lost Paradise has, for the first time, extended a cooperation invitation to the Underground Palace of Sleeping Dead. This demonstrates the danger of this Calamity-Bearing Body.

If the calamity is allowed to continue infecting and expanding at this terrifying rate, and to grow stronger through that bizarre group advancement mechanism, it will be disastrous.

Even a forbidden zone with a profound history could be completely swallowed up by this endless, distorted wave.

In this situation, how can we allow the five overlords and their personal guards to fight in the wild?

Half a day later, Lord Rimbaud appeared in a desolate mountainous area, the very location Thorne had last reported via parchment. He took out the parchment, inscribed with intricate runes, and began attempting to contact the several lost hunting teams.

"Five overlords gathered together... they must have a lot of free time." Rimbaud frowned. "Even if an overlord were to emerge from among pure-blooded humans, would the credit be enough for the five of you to share?"

His gaze fell on the light dots representing the nearby teams that appeared on the surface of the parchment, but he only saw two.

"Only the Red-Eyed and Scale-Fang teams responded? The other three didn't share their locations? Or... have they already left the effective communication range?"

"Fine, let them pass messages between each other."

Rimbaud didn't delve any deeper. He directly conveyed the Supreme Lord Chique's strict orders on the parchment, emphasizing the cruel punishment that would be faced for delaying arrival in the war zone.

"What on earth are you doing?" Rimbaud couldn't help but add a message: "Didn't you receive the highest priority distress signal from the front-line legion command?"

Soon, a faint light appeared on the parchment, the red-eyed mark flashed, and a response came: "Encountered a tricky prey, tracking took a little time, currently dealing with it."

"Troublesome? Pure-blooded humans?" A sense of curiosity arose in Rimbaud's heart. He had once led a hunting party and understood the excitement of finding a worthy target. But right now, the threat of the Calamity Heirs was the most important matter.

"Never mind that for now!" Rimbaud emphasized again, "The front lines urgently need combat power. Your team is the closest and must immediately proceed to the designated war zone to deploy!"

This time, the Scale Fang's mark lit up, responding, "Understood, we will head there as soon as possible. What is the situation at the front now?"

"The intensity of direct combat is average, but the problem lies in their numbers and their uncanny infiltration capabilities," Rimbaud quickly replied. "We wipe out one wave, and another immediately emerges from unexpected places. They are almost overwhelming to non-psymal units; even a single glance from them causes horribly distorted and warped creatures... You simply cannot imagine what it would be like to see thousands upon thousands of twisted, psymal-emitting rabbits and rats surging towards the Legion's lines like a tidal wave..."

He paused, suppressing the absurd and cruel image in his mind, and continued writing: "Hurry up and act. I'll wait for you all to regroup and then return to the front lines together." "No need to wait for us," Red Eyes replied again: "We'll be done here soon. Rimbaud, you go back to the front lines first. We guarantee we'll be reporting to the war zone before sunset. As for that brat Thorne... I'll take care of informing him."

This response made Rimbaud's brow furrow completely. He felt these guys were utterly ungrateful!

For a powerful overlord, a nobleman of considerable standing, to personally deliver the order, instead of his cold-blooded guards, was already an immense favor, a dignified way out. How dare they even try to bargain?
A surge of anger rose in Rimbaud's heart.

"I want to see for myself what the hell you guys are up to!" Rimbaud thought fiercely.

He quickly used the parchment to pinpoint the nearest point of light representing the Red-Eyed Hunting Team.

Then, he threw out a secret treasure.

The treasure expanded instantly in mid-air, transforming into a flying wooden ship.

The hull vaguely reveals the ribs of a giant sea beast and the wing membrane structure of an ancient dragon, while the bow is inlaid with a vertical pupil that exudes a faint dragon's might.

This is the Wind and Thunder Flying Boat, a flying treasure that Rimbaud had personally crafted for him by a supreme being, thanks to his achievements in several missions!

Rimbaud stepped into the airship and stood at the bow. With a thought, fine arcs of electricity and howling winds instantly swirled around the airship. The next moment, the ship transformed into a streak of dark blue light, tearing through the sky and hurtling towards the Red Eyes team at an astonishing speed! Sonic booms echoed at the stern, demonstrating its terrifying speed.

This Wind and Thunder Flying Boat was his prized possession among the overlords; its speed was unmatched by anyone of its kind. This was also one of the main reasons why Supreme Lord Chique had specifically requested him to handle this matter.

The flying boat traversed the sky, and on the parchment, the red-eyed figure seemed to keenly sense Rimbaud's rapid approach. A new message, tinged with urgency, appeared: "We said you didn't need to come! We'll go after we've dealt with this! Rimbaud, are you doubting us?"

Rimbaud looked at the words on the parchment and replied, "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. Aren't you just afraid I'll steal your 'credit'? Don't worry, I'm just making sure you don't have to worry about trivial things delaying your trip."

In fact, Rimbaud had already made up his mind that, regardless of whether those pure-blooded humans were being kept as bait or were being secretly tracked and used as bait, he would find them as quickly as possible and kill them with his own hands, thus completely eliminating the hunting team's excuse for delay!

"Don't come any closer! Rimbaud! Are you sure you want to offend me over something so trivial?" Red Eyes's response was filled with barely suppressed anger.

"Military orders are absolute!" Rimbaud's reply was unwavering: "You'd better think carefully about how to quell the wrath of the Blazing Emperor! The 'Eleven-Slaughter' order doesn't necessarily have to fall on your people!"

He was naturally unafraid of Red Eyes' threat. As fellow nobles, his family's foundation and his own status were no less impressive, and moreover, he had the stern command of the Supreme Lord Chique as his backing. Did Red Eyes dare to disobey orders and rebel?

However, on the real-time map of the parchment, the dots representing the red eyes began to move rapidly.

At the same time, a new message came almost roaring: "Rambo! We've paid a huge price and are on the verge of success! If you interfere now, you'll be making an enemy of all of us! I'm saying this one last time, we'll arrive on time! Don't come any closer!"

This fueled Rimbaud's anger even more: "I'll say it one last time, I'm just making sure you arrive 'on time'! I have no interest in your 'merits'!"

The airship's speed surged once more, accompanied by raging thunder and whirlwinds. Its speed had reached its maximum!

He was already somewhat angry.

Because of the resistance shown by the red-eyed people!

Damn!

He came here on the orders of the Supreme Being to supervise and kindly clean up their mess. Did he do something wrong?

Why the hell are you running?!

But when it comes to speed, Rimbaud has never been afraid of anyone. There is an old saying in human civilization that he deeply understands: "Of all martial arts, none is invincible except speed!"
Thanks to the extreme speed of the Wind and Thunder Flying Boat and its ability to lock onto the location of the animal paper, even though the Red Eyes team was constantly moving and the environment was complex, Rambo still managed to catch up with them in a mountainous area with jagged rocks half an hour later.

Location data indicates that the Red Eyes team is hiding in a cave below.

As a ruler, Rimbaud naturally wouldn't waste time looking for any hidden entrances.

"Go!" He waved his hand.
Dozens of swords appeared in response, rapidly swirling and combining in the air, instantly transforming into a gigantic, high-speed rotating metal drill! It crashed violently into the mountain below!

The hard rock layers were easily cut and crushed like soft tofu in the face of this terrifying drilling, revealing a huge hole that went straight into the mountain.

Rimbaud steered the Wind and Thunder Flying Boat without slowing down at all, and followed the opened passage directly into the deep, dark cavern.

The cave's interior was intricate and complex, but with Lanbo's powerful sensory scanning and the animal paper's precise positioning, he maneuvered the flying boat like a fish, and in just a few minutes, he broke through a stalactite forest and arrived at the location of Red Eye.

"What are you thinking? You dare to obey the orders of the Supreme Lord Chique..." Lanbo's stern shout suddenly stopped.

Because he saw that, in the relatively open space deep inside the cave, the people standing were not the Red Eyes or his team members as he had expected.

It was a pure-blooded human with a helpless and strange expression. He leaned against a stone pillar, holding a piece of broken bone in his hand, but exuding the aura of a domineering red-eyed man.

Rimbaud froze on the spot. What was going on?

Where is Red Eyes? Where is her hunting party?

Why are there only pure-blooded humans here?!
In that instant, Rimbaud's inspiration went into overdrive; he suddenly understood.
Red Eyes and the others didn't just disappear; they died!

Five overlords and five hunting squads were wiped out without a sound.

At that moment, a deep sound echoed through the cave.

"I told you not to come! You insisted on delivering the package, didn't you?" (End of Chapter)