Alone and Infinite.

Chapter 578 City of Tears
Alabos put a translucent crystalline substance into his mouth and chewed it with his sharp teeth.

The man in the white suit swallowed hard; he could clearly see the wailing face appearing on the lens of his eye.

This is probably not some common ore, but something similar to a soul crystal.

"You don't seem to understand yet."

Alabos glanced at the man in the white suit with eyes that seemed to burn with fire, and scoffed:
"When I appear here, alongside Mord's squad, it represents the supreme will of the Time Scavengers and Hell Echoes to annihilate that fool who dared to challenge us."

Morde's abilities and talents lean towards control, fire, and lightning, while I also specialize in fire and melee combat.

Wasn't that idiot supposed to be the 'Summer of Crimson Lotus'?

He's a technique-based fighter, skilled in melee combat, lightning, and fire. That's why it was Mord and I who came; he's doomed!

Unlike the Time Scavengers, Hell Echoes revere absolute individual power, so they hunt alone, not in teams.

Alabhas is known as the sadistic demon because he tortures his targets with the most cruel methods during his hunts, and then slowly devours them after burning their souls in hellfire.

According to Yarapos, this soul is crisp and delicious.

Even among the hunters of the eight major guilds, Alabos, who was notorious for his brutal killing of the demon, was infamous.

“Arabos, don’t talk about our members like that.”

When not hunting, Maud was surprisingly amiable, completely lacking the bloodlust and madness he displayed in battle. He grinned at the man in the white suit.

"Moreover, he raised a very interesting question: will the hunt continue after a failed attempt?"

Maud raised a glass of wine, squinted her eyes, took a sip, and said with a touch of reminiscence:

"Although this situation occurs very rarely, it does exist."

Because once our guild launches a hunt, we will go all out and never send them out one by one. Once we make a move, it will be at the highest level.

I recall from the records I've read that over the centuries, only a handful of people escaped the pursuit, and not a single one managed to fight back.

The man in the white suit listened silently. As one of the hunters of destiny, he knew, of course, that such a high success rate was largely due to the caution of the time-space scavengers.

Besides using a team format, the hunters also choose their timing cleverly. For example, in this hunt, they would choose an opportunity when the target has just advanced and is relatively weak.

So he knew his wild thoughts were just a joke, but he still couldn't help asking. This instinctive warning had saved him from danger many times, so when he sensed something was wrong, he just felt uncomfortable all over.

"Click"

A silver lighter sparked and lit a large cigar, a 'Gregor' cigar that had recently become popular in the halls of fame. It had a unique flavor, was expensive, and was loved by many cigar enthusiasts.

Maud let the thick smoke roll around in his mouth, closed his eyes and enjoyed it for a while before exhaling.

Thick smoke billowed under the lights, swirling like mist.

If what you say is really true—

Maud tapped his thick index finger on the table. With nothing else to do, he actually had the leisure to ponder the issue of the white suit:
"If we fail, the pursuit will probably stop and we'll go into a state of silence."

"Huh? Why? Aren't you afraid of retaliation? Shouldn't you continue the pursuit and eliminate any future threats?"

The man in the white suit was taken aback. His rank wasn't very high; after all, he was just an assistant. The guild's plans and rules never included anything about what to do if they failed.

"revenge?"

Maud narrowed his eyes and revealed a disdainful smile, the kind of pity and contempt a wealthy person shows when a beggar threatens to make him look bad.

"Does he deserve it? So what if he kills all the Time Scavengers? Those who escaped the pursuit before also thought about revenge."

They spent a lot of money to chase after the guild team into their world, ambushed and killed a few people, but delayed their own progress, all for the sake of getting revenge.

But will this harm the time scavengers?
If the Time Scavengers are a colossal beast, then we are nothing more than dispensable hairs on its body, merely a few stray hairs shaved off.
Even if all the fur is shaved off, the giant beast is completely naked, which is just a little embarrassing as it has nothing to cover itself.

Only when they reach the ninth rank or higher will they realize the utter folly of their actions and the despair they will face.

Maud paused for a moment here:

"Just like our pursuit, everything we do is just the fur trying to straighten up, trying to make ourselves harder, so that the giant beast thinks that having this fur is not bad, and that it doesn't need to be trimmed every now and then."

understand? "

The man in the white suit fell completely silent, staring blankly at Maud, as if he had been greatly shocked.

"Morde, aren't you afraid of scaring him by telling him all this?"

Yarapus leisurely tossed another crystal into his mouth and chewed it with a crunching sound.

He didn't seem surprised at all.

"I was just stating the facts. Revenge—what an interesting term. But even if we slaughtered all the fourth-tier beings, no—even if we killed all the beings from the first to the ninth tier, what difference would it make?"

Maud took another puff of his cigar. The poor apostles and lone wolves were desperately climbing, driven by the desire to become stronger. Some apostles, with both exceptional talent and luck, actually managed to climb to the ninth rank or higher.

Looking at the road ahead that has been blocked, that kind of despair is the most devastating. As long as the substitute is immortal, that chair will always hang high in the sky.

As to whether the proxy will die, it's as ridiculous as asking if the sun will rise tomorrow.

That's a proxy! A true god even more powerful than a true god!

"Kala——"

Suddenly, a deep crack appeared in the crystal ball placed on the table next to it.

Maud turned to look at the crystal ball, a smile spreading across her face. She then stood up, and the other four members of the team silently rose as well.

A bloodthirsty smile gradually spread across his face:
"Let's go, the prey is finally caught in the net, let's devour it!"

About half an hour ago
"Jingle Bell"

The crisp bell sound gradually subsided. Li Xia jumped off the giant beetle vehicle and tossed a few Geos into the vehicle's basket. The giant beetle, which was about the size of a longhorn beetle, happily moved its legs and turned to rush back into the giant beetle track.

"I never expected that the wise ones would all be asleep, while those of low wisdom would be unaffected."

After leaving the Tower of Bliss, they intended to travel along the insect path to the City of Tears. However, not far from the Tower of Bliss, they saw a bell that summoned the Great Horned Beetle. Out of curiosity, Kurotan rang the bell, and to their surprise, just a moment later, a clear bell rang out from the darkness, and a beetle the size of a small truck rushed over and stopped right in front of them.

Looking at the sturdy seat strapped to the back of the giant beetle, and then at the sign hanging on it—'Geely Beetle, 1 gee/beetle one way'

Seeing the three little ones practically shining with excitement, Li Xia simply let them sit on the platform. Although they needed to make the most of their time, ten or twenty minutes wouldn't make a difference.

"Obviously only creatures that dream would be invaded, and this giant beetle probably doesn't dream."

Li Xia stood at the desolate Bugatti car booth and looked ahead. This was the outermost edge of the City of Tears.

The streetlights shone alone, their light illuminating the surrounding area.

The most peculiar thing was the drizzling rain that enveloped the capital. Just a few dozen meters from the station, the area was covered in rain, but the place where Li Xia was remained dry, without a single drop of rain.

Li Xia, along with the three little ones and the little knight, lined up in a row, gazing at the vast capital city shrouded in rain.

This rain was different from the drizzle I had ever seen; the droplets were larger, yet slower, like tears sliding down my face.

The faded wooden sign next to it reads:

"Welcome to our great capital, the City of Tears, a magnificent city built beneath Lake Ye, where the continuous seepage from the bottom of the lake has created a spectacular sight of endless water droplets."

Like tears, it never stops flowing, which is why it is called the City of Tears.

Citizens of the kingdom who have come here, please offer your blessings and praises to the White Palace and the great Pale King with piety and reverence!

Yehu?

Li Xia looked up at the top of the rain curtain. In the dim light, he could vaguely see a green hue above the City of Tears, where misty water vapor rose.

Li Xia's eyes widened slightly. Was Ye Hu a leaf?
Suddenly, an image flashed into his mind: a drop of dew condensed on a verdant leaf, the glistening dew rolling on the leaf, while the rising moisture condensed below, forming something like rain that enveloped the city below.

"call----"

He let out a long breath and took a deep look at the leaf, which was even larger than the capital city below!
How big is the tree with these leaves?
Tree of Origin
Could this be the Tree of Origin?

Isn't that a tree the size of a planet?
The reason this world is so dark is because the Tree of Origin is too large; its dense branches and leaves cover the entire world, forming this dark world.

And daylight is the occasional dappled light that, due to the rustling of leaves, penetrates through layers of branches and falls on the ground.

This is truly astonishing.

Li Xia took a deep breath and suppressed the turbulent thoughts surging in her mind.

I started walking towards the rain in the distance.

The moment he stepped into the rain, the dry ground behind him was left far behind. Raindrops were bounced off his armor before they even landed on his shoulders. The three little ones huddled close to his legs. Black Charcoal curiously stretched out his paw, the touch carrying a strange coolness, not the damp cold of ordinary rain, but rather like dew soaked in the scent of grass and trees, sliding down his fur.

As the distance drew nearer, the magnificent city finally unfolded before our eyes.

The "city wall" is made up of countless layers of giant insect shells, shimmering with a mother-of-pearl iridescence, and covered with fine spiral patterns. It shines slightly when wet with rainwater.

The streets were surprisingly wide, large enough to accommodate several large horned beetles walking side by side. The surface wasn't made of bricks or stones, but rather a smooth, hard shell formed from dried, transparent mucus. Each step produced a soft "crunch."

When raindrops fall to the ground, they immediately shatter into tiny, sparkling droplets. Then, droplets roll on the smooth surface, merging together and eventually forming streams that flow into the shadows along the grooves on either side of the road.

The buildings along the way are twisted and magnificent. Some resemble inverted giant beehives, with half-fallen silvery-white worm silk remaining in the hexagonal cells. Others are made of thick "worm tubes" interwoven together, with the tube walls covered with breathable pores.

"Wow, this city is truly magnificent."

Aowu and Heitan picked up their "specially made camera for employees" and transformed into "photographers," snapping photos frequently.

These photos or videos will become "strange tales" on the Simplified Chinese website—a rich second-generation with a broken brain uses expensive computing power to generate a huge number of fantastic photos just to show off online.

The little knight was neither shocked nor surprised. After arriving in the City of Tears, it seemed to be summoned by something, and the two round holes under the white mask kept staring in a fixed direction.

That was a huge, pale sculpture standing on a high platform in the distance of the city. It was a majestic giant insect, its body covered with layers of pale carapace, its head with strange, pointed horns that opened like a crown, and its eye sockets were empty and dark—the statue of the Pale King.

"Boss, shall we go to the Second Ring Road first? It's where Old Os's kid is."

If he doesn't agree, and only hears about it, Grandpa Long is too lazy to go and see for himself. But if he does agree, Aowu will definitely remember it. That's just Li Xia's personality.

However, based on what they had seen along the way, both Li Xia and the three little ones knew in their hearts that Old Ous's child was probably in grave danger.

They either fell into a deep sleep or became wandering monsters.

This is the City of Tears, the closest place to the Pale King, and the place most severely affected by nightmares and plagues.

So it's not that the child didn't remember Old Os, nor that he didn't want to write to Old Os, but that he was very likely no longer alive.

"No."

Li Xia remained silent for a moment:

"I don't know if killing the Pale King will awaken the insects, so let's kill the Pale King first, and then go see Old Os's child."

Even if the hope was slim, there was still hope, and the three little ones nodded silently.

The journey to the palace was silent.

The light, filtered through the rain and mist, was refracted into soft, colorful light, which fell on the insect-shell-like structures, giving those cold shells a warm glow.

The white royal palace in the distance appeared and disappeared in the rain and mist, getting closer and closer.

Until they crossed a certain boundary.

"Kara"

A crisp cracking sound reached Li Xia's ears.

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