Elven cultivators

Outside the Dark Fortress, at the entrance to the warp.

The sky was overcast, with leaden clouds pressing down overhead, completely obscuring the morning light.

Although it was still early, a large queue had already gathered around the entrance.

The powerful figures from various races huddled together in twos and threes, whispering among themselves, occasionally glancing at the figure sitting on a flat rock not far away, their eyes filled with curiosity and awe.

Meteor Dragon Sword Saint.

This name is now known to everyone in Annihilation Keep.

Many powerful figures from various races were eager to approach and strike up a conversation, but after seeing Anton's closed-eye meditation posture, they hesitated for a moment and gave up the idea.

If you rashly go up and disturb them, who knows if you might offend them?

In a corner of the crowd, Byron looked at Anton, who had become the center of attention, with a complex expression.

Just then, he noticed a mocking gaze coming from the side, and a surge of anger welled up inside him.

Without even turning his head, he could guess who was looking at him.

It must be that damned minotaur Clyde laughing at him again!

Byron's Adam's apple bobbed. He wanted to yell and curse, but he was afraid that Clyde would bring up the things he had said behind Anton's back when they first met in the Warp.

Losing face is a small matter; if he were to provoke Anton, he wouldn't have the strength to deal with a sword saint who could stand up to a peak legendary dragon.

After hesitating for a moment, Byron still held back his frustration and refused to look at Clyde's smug face.

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out among the crowd in the distance.

"It's Lord Grant and Lord Rexxar!"

Two figures walked side by side from the direction of the fortress, each followed by a group of men.

Grant was dressed in a silver-gray magical light armor today, and the greatsword on his back was still particularly eye-catching.

Rexxar walked beside him, his figure as imposing as a moving mountain, with broad shoulders and back, his gray-white hair swaying slightly in the morning breeze.

The hideous scar that ran across half of his face was particularly striking against the backdrop of his grayish-white hair.

The orc warriors following behind him were all broad-shouldered and muscular, fully armed, and exuded a strong stench of blood.

The arrival of the two teams instantly enlivened the entrance area.

Many teams, including Byron's team and Clay's team, rushed forward immediately, their faces beaming with smiles.

"Lord Lexa!"

"Sir, are you also going into the subspace today?"

The factions behind these teams are all allied races of Bloodhowl Fortress.

They naturally treated Rexxar, a key figure in Bloodhowl Fortress, with utmost respect and flattery.

Not to mention that Rexxar himself was a top-tier legendary powerhouse.

Upon seeing Rexxar arrive, Byron instinctively puffed out his chest and glanced at Anton without realizing it.

Thinking about it carefully, although the Meteor Dragon Sword Saint is powerful, he is not without powerful backers.

There is absolutely no need to be overly wary of Anton.

Rexar also noticed Anton, narrowed his eyes, and a sharp glint flashed deep in his pupils.

But he only looked at it for a few seconds before looking away and ignoring it.

Meanwhile, things were just as lively in Grant's area.

Many elites from the Free Alliance, dwarves, and even elves from the Emerald Court came forward to greet him.

Grant responded with a smile, his tone gentle and his demeanor approachable.

After dealing with wave after wave of greetings, he led his teammates through the crowd and headed towards Anton.

"Anton".

Anton had already noticed Grant's arrival, opened his eyes, and looked at him with a smile.

"You're too late."

"The warp portal hasn't opened yet, has it?" Grant grinned. "Same as always, this time we'll see who can find and destroy the dimensional node faster, how about it?"

"Okay," Anton replied with a smile.

Over the years, every time they met at the entrance to the subspace, they would make this harmless bet as a way to pass the time.

Just as Grant was about to say something more, the distortion not far away suddenly surged violently, and a narrow crack appeared in the center.

The entrance to the space has been opened.

The surrounding chatter instantly subsided, and everyone perked up, immediately filing into the subspace without delay.

Grant waved to Anton and then turned and walked towards the entrance with his teammates.

"Let's go."

Anton jumped off the rock and beckoned the Grand Elder and Roman to enter the subspace.

……

The subspace remained as gloomy and desolate as ever.

Not long after entering, the Silver Moon Squad encountered the Dragon Soul.

However, as soon as the dragon soul took shape, it was shredded into countless points of light by the sword light, and then absorbed into the Soul-Gathering Cauldron.

The three of them did not slow down their pace in the slightest.

The Grand Elder and Roman watched this unfold and secretly gave a thumbs-up.

Over the years, they had been following Anton in hunting dragon souls and had witnessed firsthand how rapidly the latter's strength had increased.

Outsiders may not know, but they certainly do: their clan leader's strength has undoubtedly reached the peak of the legendary level.

Anton walked at the front, his face calm and expressionless.

Over the years, as his magical power has grown stronger and his golden core has steadily increased, the power of his sword light has grown day by day.

The dragon souls of the warp no longer pose a threat to him.

Hunting dragon souls in the warp has become a relaxed and carefree daily routine.

Anton estimated that at this rate, his magical power and golden core would both reach their limits in at most twenty years.

At that time, we can begin to condense the true seal of magical power.

Because he absorbed all the dragon souls and failed to find a spatial node, the sword pellet has not been able to improve over the years and has remained stagnant.

As a result, Anton could feel the 'hunger' emanating from the sword from time to time.

It couldn't wait to devour the dragon.

Time slipped away silently on the monotonous wasteland.

More than a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

After annihilating the attacking dragon soul once again, Anton's expression suddenly changed.

Roman and the Grand Elder also realized something at almost the same moment and turned to look in the northeast direction.

"Spatial fluctuations!"

"It is a spatial node."

The Grand Elder and Roman were both delighted.

After many years, they finally found the spatial node again.

A glint of light flashed in Anton's eyes. Without delay, he immediately sped up and rushed toward the direction from which the spatial fluctuations were coming from.

In less than fifteen minutes, the view ahead suddenly opened up.

As expected, what appeared before us was a vast expanse of grayish-white mist.

It is a spatial node.

Not far in front of the spatial node, two groups of people were sitting on rocks about ten meters apart, seemingly resting.

"Only two teams?"

Anton raised an eyebrow and glanced at the line on his left.

They were a group of sea creatures.

The sea creatures are not a single race, but a collective term for all intelligent marine life.

Its internal ethnic diversity is in no way inferior to that of terrestrial races.

For example, the sea creature team in front of us, although only seven people, has a complex racial composition, including Seren mermaids, sea sharks, Selchi, Hydra, and sea giants.

There are five marine races in total.

The upper body of the Seren mermaid bears some resemblance to that of an elf.

They have delicate faces, slender figures, and fine, scaly sheen on their skin.

The lower half is a long fish tail, with scales in a gradient color, extending from silver-white at the waist down to a deep sea blue at the tail fin.

Legend has it that Seren mermaids were nobles among the sea creatures.

They use their songs to cast illusions, subtly invading the minds of their enemies and plunging them into an endless abyss of dreams from which they cannot escape until death.

Beautiful yet dangerous—that's how many intelligent beings perceive Seren mermaids.

Sitting next to the two Seren mermaids was a sea giant who was at least six meters tall.

His body was covered with rough, grayish-blue skin, like a reef that had been soaked in the sea for millions of years. His muscles were bulging, each one swollen like a small hill. Just standing there gave people a heavy sense of oppression.

He also carried a huge trident on his back, its tip gleaming with a cold blue light.

Beside the sea giant were two sea sharks.

They are tall and slender with well-defined muscles. Their skin is dark blue-gray and covered with fine, granular scales. They have symmetrical whiskers on their faces that sway slightly with their breathing.

The sea shark is known among sea creatures for its craftsmanship.

Deep-sea adamantite, sea crystal, azure copper... many high-level magical equipment materials come from the hands of the sea shark.

They are the world's finest metal craftsmen.

There was also a Serbian in the team.

He looks like an ordinary human male, but his true form is a seal-man who has used shapeshifting magic to transform into a human.

The Selchi people's greatest skill and favorite thing is to transform into humans and walk in land towns.

Many of the Sea People's commercial and trade activities were overseen by the Serci people.

The racial composition of this team is quite rare, even in the entire Dark Fortress.

In contrast, the composition of the other human team was much more normal.

The arrival of Anton and his two companions quickly attracted the attention of both teams.

Hydra's three heads turned around almost simultaneously, and all six eyes fell on Anton.

"Finally, someone's here!"

"I don't know what's wrong with this godforsaken place; I haven't seen any other teams."

"Huh, why are there only three elves?"

The three heads opened their mouths one after another, shouting and yelling.

The captain of the human team recognized Anton, his eyes lit up slightly, and he immediately got up and walked over.

"I have long admired your name, Your Excellency Andong."

He stopped a few steps in front of Anton, a warm smile on his face.

"My name is William Soren, and I come from the Libertarian League."

"Hello," Anton nodded in greeting.

Seeing William, a legendary powerhouse, being so warm towards Anton, Hydra's three heads were all taken aback, and they whispered to the Selchi beside them, "Is that elf very famous? Why does William seem so enthusiastic towards him?"

The Selchi gave him a strange look and said helplessly, "Even if you haven't met the Meteor Dragon Sword Saint, you should at least remember his name. Didn't I tell you about Anton Silvermoon before?"

Hydra paused, then its three heads exclaimed in unison.

"The Meteor Dragon Sword Saint?"

"Is that the elf who single-handedly took down more than thirty dragons?"

"So it was him."

The three heads turned at the same time, staring wide-eyed at Anton with a hint of excitement in their eyes.

The power of the Meteor Dragon Sword Saint is known to everyone in the Dark Desolation Fortress.

With such a figure joining the team, the chances of destroying the spatial node will undoubtedly be much greater.

William naturally thought so too.

Although he didn't express his excitement as openly as Hydra, his joy was no less.

Therefore, when Anton inquired about the condition of this spatial node, he immediately answered all his questions.

However, after hearing William's story, Anton showed a hint of surprise on his face.

"You mean, you've known about this spatial node for four days, but only your two teams have been attracted here?"

Roman and the Grand Elder exchanged bewildered glances.

Based on previous experience, at least a dozen or twenty teams should have gathered in four days.

But there were only two in front of me.

This is very abnormal.

Thinking back carefully, they didn't seem to have encountered any other teams these past few days.

When outsiders enter the subspace, their landing location is always random.

Could it be that the area they landed in just happened to have a particularly small number of elite Allied forces?

"That's right." William sighed. "If you hadn't shown up, I would have suspected that the dragons had somehow shielded the spatial fluctuations around here."

"Now it seems that we were just unlucky and happened to land in an area where the Allied forces had relatively few elite troops."