Storm of Gods

Chapter 206 Fight

Li Xin didn't sleep very well, but he still had to eat breakfast. Thanks to His Majesty the Great King, life in St. George's District was becoming more and more stable and prosperous.

In any society, as long as the nobles abide by the law, the lives of the common people will be much better. With hope, the inn business will become bustling, and Old Morton's breakfast stall will also become prosperous. More immigrants will choose to live in the St. George district.

"Why are you wearing such dark circles? Didn't you sleep well last night? Young people should take care of their health." Old Morton placed a large bowl of beef soup in front of Li Xin, with some chili sauce added. This was a flavoring recipe that Li Xin had instructed him to make. At first, Old Morton didn't think much of it, but after the "Carp Speaks Dragon Language" became popular, he made it, and it turned out to be very popular.

People who need to do heavy work usually have a strong palate, and this hot sauce can really stimulate their appetite.

"I'm busy with work."

“No need to explain, I understand. Eat more. I’ve added a bull’s penis for you to help you recover,” old Morton said with a smile.

Li Xin looked speechlessly at the large lump hidden under the meat. This... a hero with no place to use his skills.

After finishing the meal, Li Xin still doubled the breakfast fee, otherwise the breakfast restaurant would have to close down sooner or later if they kept doing this. It's better to take it easy and make it last.

Although he was busy all night yesterday and his mood wasn't great, young master Simmons still had to be concerned. If he could succeed at the Sacred Ground today, he would have a better chance of defeating Didia.

Simmons' carriage was already waiting at the inn's entrance. The coachman, Old Ram, was already waiting for Li Xin with politeness and respect. Ram was an elder of the George family and managed the family's logistics caravan. Being assigned to serve Simmons was enough to prove his ability. He knew the young man's status in the young master's heart and dared not be negligent in the slightest.

Because they didn't know when Li Xin would need the car, they waited early in the morning.

"Young Master Xin, are you going to the Order Academy?" Ram greeted from afar.

"Uncle Ram, you're up so early! Were you waiting for me?"

"Yes, the young master asked me to pick you up. He's already at the Order of the Church," Ram said respectfully.

"Our eagle-like young master is truly a diligent person, thank you for your hard work." Li Xin jumped onto the carriage. If young master Simmons were a woman, she would be his dream girl.

After helping Li Xin close the door, Ram got into the carriage, skillfully pulled the reins, and the carriage sped up with a clatter. The carriage arrived at the Order House quickly and steadily, and Li Xin did not feel any bumps throughout the entire process.

Upon arriving at the base, Simmons and Celia were already on high alert. Simmons, in particular, was fully armed and exuded an air of certainty. The Gate of Truth on the ground had already been set up.

"Are you all ready?"

"Everything's ready, Simmons, go for it!" Celia pumped her fist.

Simmons nodded, and the two stepped into the Gate of Truth. Celia activated the Gate of Truth, and as light enveloped them, Li Xin and Simmons vanished from the spot.

When their vision returned, Li Xin and Simmons had once again arrived at the sacred site, in the same location as before, with a stone archway in the distance. Li Xin's advance did not change Simmons' progress.

With a series of rustling sounds, lickers emerged from the mist, some of them even larger, lunging at Li Xin and Simmons. Simmons stepped forward, brandishing his greatsword, and said, "Brother Li, let me handle this."

Li Xin took two steps back, stretched out his hand, and said, "Let's see your performance."

Simmons drew his greatsword and charged forward with sharp eyes and overwhelming momentum. Since Li Xin arrived, he had gained something called fearlessness, and his manly dominance had increased by seven or eight points. His greatsword, burning with spiritual energy, moved with great force. Defense and counterattack were Simmons's fighting rhythm, which was very solid. Basically, no monster could withstand Simmons's attack, which was precise, efficient and powerful.

The Lickers of the Sacred Land are extremely troublesome, with both physical strength and speed far surpassing those outside. However, Simmons is currently handling them with ease. The only difficult one to deal with is the Licker, but without the cover of ambush and terrain, it's a pipe dream for these monsters to confront high-ranking knights head-on.

After a while, Simmons steadily killed the corrupted monsters one by one, his body bathed in monster blood, exuding an aura of a king's return.

The two passed through the stone archway together, and before them lay the stone bridge that had blocked Simmons's way for so long. "Where do these things come from, and do they keep reappearing?" Li Xin asked.

A group of Fallen Ones served as a warm-up for Simmons. Unlike before, Simmons was now brimming with power. He finally felt the difference in intensity. In the week of intense confrontation with Li Xin, his body was rapidly adapting. The potential he had accumulated over the years was unleashed by Li Xin, and the last bit of fear he had when facing these Fallen Ones had completely disappeared.

Simmons remembered his grandfather's words: all fear stems from a lack of strength.

Seeing Li Xin's calm demeanor, Simmons nodded. "Yes, new ones will appear after each kill, and the longer the interval, the more monsters there will be, but there is a limit."

"The Fallen in the Holy Land are quite different from the Fallen outside if you look closely. Are the Fallen here simply monsters, or are they humans who have transformed?"

During the battle, Li Xin observed carefully and noticed that the monsters were all different. He was curious to know what lay beyond the mist.

Simmons paused for a moment, "I don't think anyone has ever thought about this. Aren't the fallen just the fallen?"

Li Xin shook his head slightly. "It's a transformation from a human, and there's still a big difference between that and a native monster."

Only by understanding the patterns and root causes can one make accurate judgments in emergency situations. Since arriving in Daoyuan, Li Xin has always wanted to acquire more hidden knowledge. Unfortunately, it seems that Cancer has the most knowledge in this area. Miss Aries and Mr. Leo are out of the question. Taurus should know some things, but it's much harder to get any useful information out of him than it is with Mr. Cancer.

Grandpa often said that the strong explore the rules. He didn't understand it before, but Li Xin has been constantly proving many of his points.

"Does your family have any records or explorations related to the mist?"

Simmons shook his head. "No, it's untouchable and unexplorable. This is the law of the sacred land. The mist represents the annihilation of the soul and spirit; it's forbidden."

Li Xin spun the dice, silently making a judgment on the level of danger beyond the fog. The dice smoothly and without any hesitation gave a 1, indicating the extreme danger. Based on his understanding of dice, this feeling of lingering unease meant that the terror beyond the fog was not to be trifled with, which dispelled Li Xin's idea of ​​taking the risk.

Li Xin smiled and said, "Young Master Simmons, if you can cross this Thunder Road and reach the other side today, your chances of winning the duel will increase by another ten percent. With what we've accumulated, we'll have a good chance of surviving."

"Brother Li, you really know how to encourage people." Simmons planted his greatsword in the ground. He was going to fight to the death. Perhaps because he had gained a comrade-in-arms, his state of mind was completely different from before. But no matter what, he had to walk the path of thunder on his own. Whether he could truly create a miracle and comprehend the power of thunder depended on both his efforts and luck.

His luck improved after he met Li Xin.

Li Xin's fingers flickered with psionic energy as he prepared to create that strange psionic rope again. Simmons waved his hand, "No need today. If you don't go all out, you'll never get through this."

Papapapa~~
"Very good, keep it up, young master who's like an eagle! Don't worry, if anything happens to you, I'll definitely collect your body," Li Xin said, clapping his hands.

Simmons bared his teeth, no longer being cheeky. His eyes instantly sharpened. The moment he stepped onto the stone bridge, the mist churned, lightning flashed, and bolts of lightning struck down. Simmons was incredibly focused, entering an optimal state. Everything around him became acutely aware, as if he had eyes in his shoulders and back. This was a very profound and clear state for a knight. Moreover, he felt that the lightning had slowed down.

It was an extremely special feeling, a feeling that brought him joy, but he quickly suppressed it. He couldn't let his emotions control him. Simmons steadily moved forward on the stone bridge, unhurried and methodical. Every night, he would repeat Li Xin's actions and postures countless times in his mind, even reviewing them in his dreams, over and over again. At that time, the feeling became clearer and clearer. Strong people have an intuition. Whether it's feasible or not, whether there is progress, they can feel it themselves. He dared to give up protection because he was confident.

Celia, watching the crystal ball from outside, was also sweating bullets. The Sacred Ground for two people would be subject to change due to the addition of one person. She had a considerable understanding of Simmons' Sacred Ground, and its current strength far exceeded Simmons's solo actions. Yet Simmons had managed to be "composure" like never before, which was simply unbelievable. These past few days, watching Li Xin "torture" Simmons, she understood the situation, but she still had some doubts about the effectiveness. Now, all her doubts disappeared, leaving only tense anticipation.

Simmons made steady progress. The early stages of Stone Bridge were simple, so he couldn't be too happy. As one floating lightning ball after another appeared, the real test began. Just when he had adapted to a rhythm, the sudden appearance of this floating rhythm was the most terrifying thing. Simmons could predict the lightning before, but the hovering and trembling of the lightning balls was driving him crazy. Moreover, if he made a mistake in prediction, he would lose his balance and fail at the last minute.

Forward, the lightning ball attacks, but in Simmons' eyes, the lightning ball also slows down. Every movement has a warning sign, and this warning sign is no longer unpredictable. The moment it starts, Simmons can sense the general direction. His body moves accordingly, and the lightning ball is dodged. It is not the kind of hasty, desperate, panicked dodge, but a calm and composed prediction. Once there is room for maneuver, confidence continues to accumulate, and the judgment becomes more and more accurate.

The strong stay strong.

(End of this chapter)