Sanctuary Paradise

Chapter 692: No, buddy, is it like this?
Nott's Fortress.

Wow——! !

A strong wind mixed with a faint smell of blood swept across the devastated ruins of the fortress, rolling up a layer of fine dark brown dust.

The fragmented black cracks slowly healed from the sky above the Xiulan Fortress not far away, which could only be described as a ruin, stirring up waves of chaotic space fluctuations.

On the deserted battlefield, the pyroxene crystal dust, which was so dense that it almost illuminated the entire sky, slowly fell from the air as the roar of artillery fire stopped, like a dark white snow, burying the corpses on the battlefield, which were left with only wreckage.

Is this... the end?
Under the ruins of Nott Fortress, Tafina looked up at the scene in the sky, listening to the breathing of the crowd that became audible again, and was a little absent-minded for a moment.

"Master Tafina, Master Ryan asked me to tell you that the communication area of ​​the core tower has been repaired. They are now trying to help the Nott AI left by Master Performer and the intelligent machinery in the tower to restore other functions!"

Suddenly, a voice came from the side, which made Tafina come back to her senses. She looked to her side and saw a sorcerer apprentice who was serving as a temporary messenger running over and reporting to her.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work. I'll go over and take a look."

Upon hearing this, Tafina nodded slightly without saying anything more. She glanced at the defensive barrier above her head that was holding the ruins of the fortress from collapsing, then moved her mental power and stepped on the temporarily repaired pyroxene shuttle. She was about to rush towards the collapsed core tower in the distance when a dazzling blue beam of light suddenly shot up into the sky from the upper half of the core tower in the distance, causing her to stop in her tracks.

"Hey...what is that?" "Wait, that seems to be the beam of light that only appears when there is global communication!"

"Global communication...wait, I remember this wasn't just...!"

As the pillar of light rose, the gazes of the surviving fortress soldiers and warlock apprentices gathered under the defense barrier could not help but gather around. As some of the warlock apprentices who knew clearly what the pillar of light meant answered in vain, the atmosphere on the field suddenly became a little tense.

"Mr. Tafina!"

In the distance, two figures riding on the pyroxene shuttle hurriedly came out from the half-tower with the rising light column. They were none other than Ryan and Anwen, who were in charge of the command before.

"Mr. Ryan, what happened? Why did the global communication suddenly..."

"We don't know either. Anwen and I were working with Nott to repair the core tower, but Nott suddenly told us that the communication area had been forcibly activated, so we hurried out to check the situation."

Tafina looked at the two people who came over and asked, but Ryan and Anwen just shook their heads and looked at the light blue light column rising into the sky in the distance with a serious expression. When Tafina heard this, her expression also changed slightly, and there was a hint of uneasiness in her eyes as she looked at the light blue light column in front of her.

Forced global communication... This kind of thing can only be done in the core tower of the Kota Fortress, which manages the communication rights of all fortresses in the Order Tower, and it also requires the identity of a Grand Warlock. In other words...

"It seems that the battle between the performer and Lord Black Sword is over..."

Ryan said in a deep voice. Tafina, who was standing beside him, did not speak. She just subconsciously clenched her palms, held her breath, and stared at the light blue beam in front of her.

That's right. Since mandatory global communication has appeared, it means that something big must have happened at the Kota Fortress that could affect the entire Order Tower, and it has come to an end. Otherwise, the other party would not have had the time to do such a thing during a battle.

Of course, global communication is not the point for them. The point is, who actually initiated this global communication?

Is it Black Sword and Mr. Performer, or...

For a moment, the atmosphere in the entire arena seemed to become somewhat tense, and an emotion called uneasiness spread from the faces of everyone present, from the civilians of the fortress who were affected to the warlock apprentices and formal warlocks who survived by chance. Everyone looked at the light blue beam nervously, praying that the people who appeared in it would not be the Grand Warlocks they had admired so much in the past, and then...

"My fellow high tower members, I am the Grand Warlock of Silence, Senon Leblanc, who belongs to the faction of Lord Black Crown."

An old and hoarse voice sounded from the light column, and the pale blue light column slowly changed into a scene of a ruined hall. An octogenarian in a black robe was standing in the center of the picture, and he spoke in a hoarse voice with a certain heaviness.

When Tafina, who was in mid-air, saw the figure of the old man in black robe, her whole heart seemed to freeze along with his breathing. But the next second, the old man in black robe's words made her almost stagnant heart beat heavily:
"I'm sorry to bother you all at this time, but... I think this sad news must be shared with everyone -"

"Not long ago, the six great warlocks who had brought us great glory...all died in battle."

As soon as the words fell, the entire Nott Fortress fell into a strange silence.

The six great warlocks...all died.

Although they knew very well that the people in this fortress were all abandoned by the six crown warlocks, for them who had lived in the legendary stories of the six crown warlocks all their lives, suddenly hearing the news that the six crown warlocks were all killed was like a heavy blow to all of them.

However, before the grief could spread for long, the next move of the old man in black robe stunned everyone... including Tafina who was wondering where the black-haired young man and the man in tuxedo were going in mid-air:
"I know that this is an extremely heavy blow to you all, but... I ask all my fellow tower members to calm down, because... we are far from the end."

"However, given my status, the following words are not suitable for me to say. Therefore, I will let Lord Black Sword, the last descendant of Lord White and Lord Black in this world, who has inherited the blood of the two great Lords, the last Lord in this world, to tell you about it."

As soon as the words fell, the entire field suddenly became silent.

The gray-haired girl looked at the old man in black robe in front of her, whose expression was heavy and solemn, and who showed no signs of lying at all. Then she looked at the tall black-haired young man who gradually appeared from the center of the screen as the old man gave up his seat. He had a look of majesty and oppression between his brows, giving people a sense of being a natural king, and she blinked blankly.

Lord Black Sword... is the offspring of Lord Black Crown and Lord White Crown? !
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Thane Fortress.

"Brother Randy, here, this is the list of resources counted by Cong and Ming!"

A strong smell of blood filled the air. On the huge ruins of the fortress, a dark brown crystal giant that was over a thousand meters tall was half-kneeling there. The terrified expression on its face, the big holes on its chest and head, and the breath of life that had long dissipated all showed that it had been dead for a long time.

"Tsk... Only 20% of the pyroxene crystals are missing? It turns out that none of the violators in the Sanctuary are easy to deal with..."

Randy, who was holding a straw and enjoying the leisure after the war, glanced at the contents of the list, sighed, and greeted habitually. He rubbed his forehead, sighed, looked up at the gloomy sky above his head that was still shrouded in black fog, squinted his eyes, and murmured:
"Whatever. Now that things have gotten so chaotic, it's not appropriate to continue trying to fish in troubled waters."

The young nobleman muttered to himself, a deep and mysterious color flowing through his grayish-white pupils, giving people a terrifying feeling like a lion just awakening.

Honestly speaking, according to his original plan, no matter how this world war develops, he should fight it out to the end.

But now that all his plans have been disrupted, as a member of the Death Paradise's outer echelon, if he continues to fish in troubled waters, he will not only lose his own face, but also the face of the entire Ranger and Death Paradise. After all, there is a big difference between being lazy and being a coward. "The local forces in this world have been destroyed. Xiaoyun's undead magic needs a suitable location to be used, and the location arranged by the Void Tree..."

So, Randy lowered his head and stared at the map and information at the edge of his vision. A hint of contemplation flashed across his eyes, and he quickly thought about his next move in his mind.

Since they have decided to have a good fight, they naturally cannot adopt the conservative plan of the past. From the beginning to now, although they have not gained any advantage, their strength has been well preserved. Although they will no longer be able to rely on the power of the local camp in this world, they have the initial resources of the Huiyuan Sect and a group of super-top echelons + undead transformed from overlord-level units. Even without the support of the local camp, they will...

"Brother Randy..."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"Um... Xiaoyou saw some information about the man called Black Sword in the Sanctuary Paradise. Brother Randy, do you want to take a look?"

Just as Randy was lost in thought over what to do next, the little white-haired girl next to him suddenly came over holding a cute undead creature that looked like a Q-version ghost, and spoke hesitantly, as if she wanted to say something but stopped herself.

Information about the Black Sword?

Randy's eyes moved when he heard this. Of course, he asked the little white-haired girl to throw a spirit-like undead there as a warning just out of random thought. He didn't expect that he could actually gain something.

"Let me see, what kind of information is it?"

"This... this, you should take a look at it yourself, Brother Randy..."

The white-haired little Loli stammered, as if she didn't know how to describe what she saw. In the end, she simply put her little hand into the head of the Q-version ghost in her arms with a harmless nervous expression, turned something inside like winding a spring, and then pointed the ghost in her arms, which looked like it had been played with, in front of her.

Om-! !

Two pale white soul energies like flashlight beams spewed out from the ghost's eyes, forming an "OO"-shaped screen in front of the two people's eyes.

Then, a 3D surround sound composed of soul thoughts and a somewhat dim picture appeared in the minds and sights of the two people. The content of the picture was a scene happening in the ruins of Nott Fortress.

"Not long ago, the six great Grand Master Warlocks who brought us supreme glory..."

The next second, the old and hoarse voice of the old man in black robe echoed in Randy's mind, and Randy looked at the picture on the screen with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

This guy... seems to be the great warlock in the high tower?

He actually let someone from the High Tower notify all members of the High Tower. Could it be that the guy called Black Sword was planning to use him to take control of the High Tower in his own hands?
Randy thought about it, quickly guessing the other party's actions in his mind.

Using natives to manage natives, this method he himself had used in some worlds, and it did have good effects, but that was based on the fact that the local forces had not formed a mortal enemy relationship with him. In the current situation, the high-level combat power of the opponent was directly wiped out. In this case, it is obviously impossible to control an entire force with just a puppet.

In the final analysis, the local forces in the original world are just inexperienced, not really mentally ill. It is a foregone conclusion that their leaders will be wiped out by foreign invaders. Normally, unless the leaders of the camps that died were completely inhumane and even made their subordinates completely disloyal, no matter how much the other party boasted, it could at best fool the powerless lower-class civilians. As for the middle and low-level combat forces who possessed extraordinary powers, it is likely that those who should surrender will surrender, those who should flee will flee, and those who should resist will resist. In the end, it would be a good result if only one tenth of them were left...

"——The last offspring of the White Grand Master and the Black Grand Master in this world, who inherited the blood of the two great Grand Masters, the last Grand Master in this world, Black Sword Master!"

"puff!!!"

In the picture, as the old and hoarse voice fell, Randy, who was brainstorming on how to use a native puppet who was not the original ruler to stabilize the morale of the army, spit out a mouthful of drink, and suddenly fell forward a long distance. His eyes suddenly widened, as if he had heard something extremely outrageous. Looking at the black-haired young man sitting on the throne in the picture, he couldn't help but burst out with a swear word:
"No... can we still play like this?"

No, man, is that how can you make history?
He wondered if Paradise didn't assign them initial identities, right? Where on earth did this identity come from, buddy? !
"As Lord Senon said, it is the same as what you have seen."

"I am Black Sword, Adolf Black Sword, the descendant of the Black Crown and the White Crown, the one who inherits the legacy of the Black Crown and the White Crown."

"I know you have many doubts in your hearts, but next, I will reveal to you everything that happened in this war. I will let you know why the Grand Warlocks died and what they have been fighting for. At the same time, I will also let you understand who our enemy is..."

In the Sean Fortress, the majestic voice relayed by the soul continued to sound from the air, and Randy looked numb as he watched the black-haired young man in the picture calmly making up all kinds of history that made his head buzz.

For example, the other party is actually the illegitimate son of the White Crown and the Black Crown, or he was thrown to the Old Continent for training since he was a child and only returned recently, or he found after his return that a certain Crown Warlock fell into the enemy's trap and was controlled, so he secretly launched an investigation and so on... He even naturally set them up as the disciples and descendants of other Crown Warlocks and alien war kings who also went to the Old Continent for training but were finally controlled by the evil demon in the Samsara Paradise, and there was also a close-up clip of them. The lighting, shooting angles, and editing techniques, even a pure saint could be turned into a world-destroying lunatic!

"As you can see, this is the process of my battle with the evil demons from outer space. They secretly manipulated the three major forces and controlled us to conquer each other..."

"I'm going to conquer your mother! Where is the evil demon? I'm a handsome and suave knight!!!"

Finally, Randy couldn't bear it any longer and looked at the scene on the screen. He gritted his teeth and cursed. He looked at the little white-haired girl next to him and said:

"Fuck, I can't stand it anymore! Xiaoyun, help me cut a clip, I must expose this guy!"

"But...but, Brother Randy, he has already said in advance that we will find a way to slander him by saying that he is also a demon, and Acong and Ming don't know how to do these things that can only be done by the technology side, and..."

The little white-haired girl said this, then looked down at the ruins at her feet, bit her lip, and said hesitantly:
"The core of the fortress that recorded your battle footage, Brother Randy, has been blown up along with the entire communications tower by you, Brother Randy, using Apollo..."

"..."

Randy fell silent after hearing this. He looked at the ruins under his feet, then at the picture projected by the little ghost in front of him, and at the black-haired young man in the picture who looked reliable and majestic, and he didn't expect that he would lie. After being silent for a long time, he uttered a word:

"grass!!!"

He admitted that this time in the war world, he was really enlightened.

It was the first time he had seen someone who, after taking down a highly respected leader, could calmly put the blame on an evil demon that didn't exist at all, using the identity of the leader's family member. He even turned himself from an alien invader into a super hero full of fate and epic sense, especially with that serious expression and sonorous tone. If he wasn't a victim and eyewitness, he would have been fooled!
In the past, Randy always thought that he was thick-skinned enough among the outsiders, but it was not until today that he realized that compared with the real "masters", his ability was at best just at the "expert level".

——byd He has never seen such a shameless person!!!
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(End of this chapter)