Zongwang: Unspeakable fear!

Chapter 834 Gathering (Part 2)

"It seems there are quite a few forces in the city waiting to see us make a fool of ourselves."

Inside the Immortal Temple, Lisa and Gao Yang sat together on the papal throne. Lisa crossed her legs, her face contorted with anger, but her slightly relaxed voice reached Gao Yang's ears.

Gao Yang glanced at her subtly and said with a teasing tone, "That's the combined force of seven first-rate powers. Each of them, if not equal to the Tower City - Shain, is not much weaker."

"Our Bishop, are you confident you can subdue those legendary powerhouses?"

Lisa shook her head without any hesitation, then blinked her big eyes at Gao Yang beside her, feigning pitifulness and grievance as she said:

"My Lord Feather King, those bastards have come to your doorstep to bully your woman. Are you really going to sit idly by and watch them take turns humiliating her?"

Gao Yang hissed softly. It has to be said that, in many situations, women are natural-born actresses.

Even though Gao Yang knew Lisa was joking, he still couldn't accept the thought of that scene.

His woman is naturally someone he can bully!
As for Lisa, she was already fully aware of the intentions of those forces, and she showed no fear whatsoever in the face of the likely threat from the legendary powerhouses of these forces.

Because Gao Yang, who was sitting next to her, was her biggest supporter.

The others in Eberron didn't know, but Lisa knew all too well that Gao Yang was able to thwart even a god's hunt and successfully kill the god in return. This terrifying strength was beyond the comprehension of most people.

With Gao Yang in charge, all the conspiracies and schemes can't make a ripple.

This is why she was able to have these envoys summon the legendary experts from their respective factions without any burden.

Since Gao Yang was going to take action anyway, the shock of resolving everyone's problems at once would be far more profound than the shock of taking action seven times.

It can be said that, due to the information asymmetry, the game between the two sides was no longer worth continuing from the very beginning.

After all, the Immortal Wasteland knew everything about those seven forces.

However, their understanding of the Immortal Wasteland was limited to the fact that it contained only one legendary figure, Lisa, and abundant resources.

More often than not, they are not unaware of the facts, but rather they lack the time.

Time, like some people, rushes by.

Just as the last messenger was torn apart and swallowed by the demon spider, a powerful aura suddenly appeared outside the Immortal City.

This majestic aura was made without any concealment, standing tall above the Immortal City like a great blue sun, unabashedly radiating its unique light.

Such an imposing presence is undoubtedly legendary.

"The founding emperor of the Ron Empire is not here with good intentions, President Matthew, what do you think?"

On the rooftop of a bungalow, a man in a light blue robe looked gently at the tall goblin beside him, who was almost as tall as him but several sizes larger.

Matthew Carlson stood with his hands behind his back, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his calm eyes. He smiled in response to his companion's question:
"The newcomers are certainly hostile, but whether they can threaten the one in the Immortal Wasteland is the real question."

It was already quite surprising that Matthew Carlson, the executive chairman of the Goblin and Gnome Merchant Guild in the world of Eberron, would appear here at this time.

In fact, Matthew had already set off to visit Gao Yang when Gao Yang appeared in the Immortal Wasteland.

However, since Gao Yang did not stay in the Immortal City for long, President Matthew, who arrived a step too late, missed him.

But President Matthew did not leave; instead, he waited in the Immortal City.

Because the Feather King's mount was left here, he believed that the Feather King would return in a short time.

"Oh? It seems President Matthew has a lot of confidence in that Feather King." The man in the light blue robe raised an eyebrow slightly, a playful smile in his eyes.

Matthew shrugged, looked at the man beside him, and gave a sincere smile. “Dear Mr. Leathermont, it’s not that I have confidence in the Feather King, but rather that the Feather King’s performance has given me confidence.”

If possible, I do not recommend that you, Mr. Raythemon, wade into these muddy waters, for your life and for the power you have worked so hard to build.”

Faced with President Matthew's sincere words, Lessermon paused, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the air, which was filled with restless magical particles.

When he opened his eyes, the gentleness and calmness in them had vanished, replaced by a torrent of intense emotion.
"No need for President Matthew to worry about it. The die is cast and the arrow must be released now."

Furthermore, if I withdraw now, do you think the other six families will let me and the Leather Territory behind me off the hook?

Seeing this, Matthew simply smiled and did not continue to persuade him.

What he was doing was to reduce one enemy for the Immortal Wasteland.

Unfortunately, the Goblin and Gnome Merchant Guild's motto is to do business and not interfere in any other affairs, so Matthew can only rely on his own network of connections.

He had done his best; now it was up to him to see how the Immortal Church would react.

If the Feather King and the Immortal Bishop can withstand the coercion of the seven major powers, then the Immortal Wasteland will truly have a firm foothold in Eberron. If they cannot, then all will be lost.

Of course, for Matthew personally, even if the Immortal Wasteland fails to hold out, he will not suffer any loss.

With the Goblin and Gnome Merchant Guild behind him, no one would be foolish enough to target him.

Conversely, if the Immortal Wasteland holds up, its importance in the Feather King's eyes will increase significantly.

Thinking about how well Iuliano had been doing at headquarters lately, and the good stuff he'd been revealing from time to time, Matthew felt a surge of excitement.

Based on the information he gathered from Juliano, the Feather King definitely possesses many valuable items, and the strength he has displayed is not his full extent.

If the Feather King holds out this time, Matthew will immediately mobilize all resources to help the Immortal Wasteland become famous throughout the entire world of Eberon.

Presumably, the Feather King and the Immortal Bishop would not refuse an opportunity to participate in the Eberon Supreme Council.

As for the true purpose of this council, it is naturally to allocate various resources of the world of Eberron.

After all, the most prevalent belief in the gods exists in the world of Eberron.

Just as Matthew was lost in thought, a dense surge of magical energy began to erupt from the body of Ressermon beside him, and his body slowly rose into the air under this almost infinite power.

Soon, a second sun appeared in a corner of the Immortal City.

Then came the third, the fourth, and then the seventh.

Seven enormous energy orbs hung around the Immortal City, their varying colors reflecting a kaleidoscope of hues in the sky above.

But amidst this dreamlike scene, the drow and elves of the Immortal City could only feel an endless chill. Seven legendary powerhouses—this power was enough to easily destroy the Immortal City.

Matthew stood on the rooftop, gazing into the distance at the tallest and most magnificent building in the Immortal City, in the direction of the Immortal Temple.

"Show me, Immortal Feather King."

Gao Yang embraced Lisa, sat on the papal throne, and looked up at the ceiling of the temple.

The heavy ceiling blocked his view, but it could not block his senses.

In his perception, seven radiant "great suns" were surrounding the Immortal City, emanating an intense and undisguised malice that almost materialized as they pressed down on the Immortal Temple.

If the Immortal Church were a typical first-rate power, even with a legendary bishop, it would have no choice but to submit to the pressure of seven equally powerful figures if it didn't want to be surrounded and killed on the spot.

Unfortunately, the Immortal Church is not an ordinary force.

Gao Yang gently patted Lisa's hand and said slowly, "Now that the guests have arrived, let's go and meet them."

Lisa smiled and nodded.

Gao Yang stood up, and the next moment he and Lisa disappeared from the temple at the same time.

Above the Immortal Temple, Gao Yang and Lisa stood side by side in the void, looking around at the seven legendary powerhouses surrounding the Immortal City.

"Heh, so the Feather King and the Immortal Bishop have finally shown themselves?"

A burly man, shirtless and covered in various paint tattoos, strode through the air, approaching the two. His rugged, beast-like face wore a ferocious smile, and his gaze frequently swept over Lisa.

"Chief Mantu Yuska of the Yuska tribe, advanced to Legendary status twenty-five years ago." Lisa's voice quietly rang in Gao Yang's ears, containing a clear hint of anger.

Clearly, Lisa was angry at Mantu's undisguised gaze.

Gao Yang stepped forward and stood in front of Lisa, calmly looking at Man Tu.

Mantu was brazenly eyeing Lisa when his view was suddenly blocked. His eyes immediately turned bloodshot, and he abruptly looked up to meet the gaze of the man blocking his way.

"Boom~"

In that brief moment of eye contact, Mantu's mind exploded.

In his field of vision, the original scene had completely disappeared, replaced by a dark red mountain peak whose summit could not be seen. Bones and limbs protruded from the mountain like weeds, and dark red and black blood dripped from the ends of the bone fragments. The thick stench of blood almost dyed the sky a scarlet red.

On this mountain of corpses, a figure shrouded in darkness stood silently.

Mantu's eyes widened involuntarily, but he still couldn't see the figure's face clearly. He could only see a pair of indifferent, dark eyes looking down at him without any emotion.

The moment Mantu met those dark eyes, the fear buried deep in his heart was instantly ignited!
The crimson in his eyes began to fade, replaced by an undisguised fear. He stared blankly at Gao Yang, unable to utter a single word.

This is the terrifying aspect of the aura of natural disaster. After slaying a true god, dozens of legendary powerhouses, and countless lives below the legendary level, the terrifying effect of the aura of natural disaster has been enhanced to an epic degree.

Faced with the combined judgment of the aura of natural disaster, the barbarian Mantu, who was already weak-willed, naturally failed the check and fell into a state of trembling.

In this state, he couldn't even utter a single arrogant remark to Gao Yang, let alone fight.

Gao Yang glanced at Man Tu and then looked away.

A legend who can't even pass the judgment of a natural disaster aura can't possibly be that strong.

He turned his gaze to the other six legends who were slowly approaching.

Of these six legends, three were human, one was an elven dragon-patterned noble, one was an elf, and one was a dwarf.

At this moment, the six legends slowly approached, their auras linked together, pressing down on Gao Yang.

The immense pressure made the space creak and groan.

"King Feather, it's a pleasure to meet you. I am Resermon Turajen, the lord of the Reser Territory." The leading man wore a light blue robe and exuded powerful magical energy.

Gao Yang looked up at him and said, "I don't have much time, so let's get straight to the point. What is your purpose?"

Raytheon and the others exchanged glances, somewhat unaccustomed to Gao Yang's directness, but quickly reached an agreement.

He looked at Gao Yang and Lisa, still with a gentle smile on his face, and said, "All seven of us want to cooperate more deeply with the Immortal Church to promote our common development and progress."

Therefore, we have come with utmost sincerity, hoping to facilitate this cooperation.

"Continue." Gao Yang didn't even lift his eyelids, just uttered two words.

Just as Leathermon was about to speak, the dwarven legend beside him, carrying a bloodstained warhammer, suddenly said irritably, "Lord Leathermon, why waste so much breath talking to a newly promoted legend?"

Once you beat him into submission, he'll naturally agree to anything.

Gao Yang glanced at the irritable dwarf and had already grouped him with Man Tu.

There was no anger on Leisermon's face at being interrupted. He shrugged, looked at Gao Yang, and said with a hint of helplessness, "Your Majesty, you see, not everyone is as easy to talk to as I am."

If you and Bishop Lisa feel there are no problems with this collaboration, please sign the contract directly.

As he spoke, Lessermont took out a blank parchment of contract and pushed it toward Gao Yang.

Looking at the blank parchment floating in front of him, Gao Yang smiled.

He had considered that several forces might force the Immortal Church to sign an unequal contract, but he never expected them to be so greedy as to simply present a blank contract.

If Gao Yang and Lisa sign the contract, then the content of the contract can truly be written at will.

Looking at the parchment contract in front of him, Gao Yang shook his head slightly. Continuing to talk with these people would only be a waste of his time. All they wanted from the beginning was to force the Immortal Wasteland to submit through force.

Seeing Gao Yang shake his head, the gentleness in Leisermon's eyes gradually faded. His eyelids lowered, and his voice was calm: "King Yu, Bishop Lisa, do you really intend to put up a last-ditch resistance?"

As he spoke, a completely transparent azure staff appeared in his hand, and a strong magical fluctuation slowly washed over the surrounding space.

At the same time, the other five legends also revealed their auras and pressed down on Gao Yang and his companion.

(End of this chapter)