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Chapter 84 Advance and Fright

He thought his words would cause everyone's mood to darken, but the look in the council's eyes only grew stronger.

The City of Silver had been fighting against all kinds of strange monsters in the darkness for thousands of years. Could it have been obtained by kneeling on the ground and praying to God?

If they could really get out safely without paying anything, they would be very nervous.

They are not afraid of sacrifice, but only of dying meaninglessly.

In the dark night with thick fog, a point of light kept moving.

As the distance got closer, the light spot turned out to be a moving bright barrier.

It was everyone from Silver City who had relocated.

The bright and clear light enveloped everyone, and the malicious pollution from the outside world would be burned like firewood by the bright and blazing light the moment it came in.

The only monsters that broke in were physical Warcraft monsters. They were suppressed by more than a dozen bright concepts such as "purity", "cleansing", "purification" and "heat". They could not exert even half of their strength and were easily killed and destroyed by everyone.

Colin, who was tall and looked like a little giant, walked in front.

He held two thick swords, which were larger than a person, in a special posture.

His shoulders were slightly hunched inward, and his blazing eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the darkness, alert to those unknown monsters and beasts.

Klein and Leonard walked on either side of him, guarding him. Behind them were Zhong Yue, Derrick, and Waite who volunteered.

The remaining council elders were at the end of the team, guarding the crowd.

The long road tortured their bodies and minds.

A dry forest, filled with desolate graves and corpses, the smell of decay even shook their minds.

Several Silver City residents who had reached their limit trembled and shouted a few times, then ran into the darkness in collapse.
A few screams and chewing sounds were heard from the deep darkness before returning to silence.
When the people shrouded in the light approached, they discovered that there were several more nameless graves and skeletons on the ground.

A dark tunnel, a desolate and bleak atmosphere, no vegetation can survive here,
Both the spirit and the body are in a state of decadence here. Some people turn into a pool of yellow earth while walking, and are blown away by the wind and cover the ground.

After a long journey through dilapidated forests, deserted tunnels, and ancient elevators, with only single-digit casualties, everyone successfully arrived at the Giant King's Court.

There are ruined palaces and towers everywhere, and the ruins are flickering with light, like the dim glow of sunset.

It exuded a strange aura, but was blocked from the crowd by a bright light shield.

The bright white and dim yellow complement each other, allowing everyone to see many words and paintings in the ruins.

Some are broken and some are intact, showing before the public with their ancient wildness and mystery.

However, the crowd did not stay for long. Most of them just glanced at it and stopped paying attention. They would leave these things for later study when they had plenty of time to go out.

The most important thing now is to leave the God-forsaken Land and gain the freedom that belongs to Silver City.

Walking over the broken bricks and uneven ground, I headed towards the tall building in the center.

Everyone quickly reached the front door. The dim light was particularly strong here. Although it could not penetrate inside,

But everyone felt the power of decay and decay, the dimness of all things, as if everything was coming to an end and disappearing.

The heavy and tall metal door was tightly closed. Colin's height was only that of an underage child in front of this door.

The people of Silver City now had a deeper understanding of the true meaning of giants.

Leonard was watching the murals alone, with his right hand supporting his chin, frowning and relaxing his brows, as if he was thinking about the truth buried in ancient history.

This made everyone in Silver City afraid to disturb him, for fear of interfering with the research of this "great scholar".

"Old man, what are these words that look like insects crawling? And this painting, even if Klein drew it with his feet, it would be better than theirs."

Leonard, who had a lot on his mind, could only try his best to maintain his facial expression and could only silently complain to Pales.

"Old man? Old man? Why aren't you talking?" After Leonard spit out a series of complaints, he didn't get a response from Pales for a long time.

He curled his lips.

You think I'm annoying again, right? You think I talk too much.

Humph, you don’t cherish the opportunity to chat with the protagonist at all.

Leonard smoothed his smooth bangs and was about to turn around and leave.

"Snapped"

A pair of hands patted his shoulders, and the contact without warning sent him flying backwards.

"call"

It turned out to be him. Leonard breathed a sigh of relief after seeing who it was.

He still remembered this man's name. He was a member of the Silver City Six-member Council.
"It seems to be a call?"

The reason why I remembered him was that he specifically asked the crazy adventurer whether the angel under the Fool's seat had descended.

Leonard was about to say a few polite words, but the other party spoke first. Deep in his mind, where he couldn't feel it, Pales' spirit had begun to tremble wildly.

"I was wondering why there was such a familiar smell, it turns out to be an old friend."

"Waite Hillmon" had a smirk of fondness and nostalgia on his face.

"Old friend, long time no see, did you miss me?"

He took out a monocle from his bosom, blew on it, wiped it clean with a suede cloth, and gently put it on his right eye.

Leonard's eyes widened in fear!

A ripple like water waves passed by, and the figure of White Hillmon was covered by another man like turning a page.

He was wearing a black classical robe and a pointed soft hat of the same color. He had black curly hair, black eyes, a broad forehead and a thin face.

Leonard's eyes widened and he wanted to shout loudly, but he found that his throat could not make any sound.

His voice was stolen!

He quickly stepped back, waving his hands, and a beautiful chanting sounded, and the gentle lullaby turned into tangible notes.

Like a poem, the dreamy and brilliant starlight flew towards Amon, and in an instant formed countless dreams and nightmares, trying to envelop him.

Amon held up his monocle with his right hand, reflecting a faint light. His dream was punctured and shattered into tiny rays of light floating around him.

Leonard never thought about trapping Amon. No matter how much he thought of himself as the protagonist, he still had self-awareness.

The numerous and complex thoughts after these shattered dreams were enough to make Beyonders of the same level uneasy and upset.

Even for those with fragile minds, such complex, fragmented and rapid impacts are enough to make them lost in dreams and unable to distinguish between reality and falsehood.

But for Amon, it might just be that he encountered a fun toy, nothing more.

Leonard just hopes he can stay a little longer.

It's just to delay time!

Amon looked curiously at the various scenes floating around him, joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, separation, and reunion, and family affairs.
These are all true stories that Leonard experienced in the Red Gloves.

He poked the screen out of curiosity, but before his finger got close, the starlight automatically dissipated.

The essence of life is too high to be borne by these complicated thoughts.

(End of this chapter)