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It's open!!!

As expected of the Prophet! He actually knows the password here!!!

(The Thirteen Lines' fanatical and meaningless praise of the prophet)

Thank you, all-knowing prophet!

I will continue on under your protection!

I hope you will always watch over me!

As I passed through the city gate, I found that the cold air had disappeared, and it was as warm as the elven forest I had visited before!

I'm so hot... I need to take off my gear at the door.

"So it turns into minced meat after taking off its clothes... Also, tell him not to write thirteen-line poems anymore next time."

……

Fourth day.

Eat dry rations.

Write a thirteen-line poem.

He was struck by lightning and died.

……

Fourth day.

I saw the iron gate.

Write a thirteen-line poem.

They were burned to death.

……

"...Don't write thirteen-line poems anymore."

Ning Feng has always been very patient, and his choice of the reckless Habaron was also to allow for trial and error as quickly as possible.

Habaron did not disappoint him, displaying an astonishing talent—the talent to die.

Habaron died four hundred times just testing the front gate, and in more than three hundred different ways.

Pierced, electrocuted, swept by unknown magic and turned into steam, teleported hundreds of meters into the air...

After thinking it over, Ning Feng finally decided to take charge himself.

Because the efficiency is just too low...

Habaron has only crossed three blocks so far, and according to his estimation, there are hundreds or even thousands more blocks like this.

He really didn't want to read Habaron's thirteen-line poem to him anymore.

This guy doesn't know many characters. The only thirteen-line poem he can write is one he heard from someone else, but he can never recite it completely and has to improvise to make up the thirteen lines...

enough.

"I'll go by myself..."

Although Turs and the others had been preventing Ning Feng, the "Prophet," from taking any risks since last year, no one could stop him if he insisted on acting.

"My lord? Do you have any mission for your loyal Habaron?"

"...No, that's all. You've worked hard."

Habaron looked at the prophet who had been stunned for a moment before smiling and shaking his head, wondering why he had been summoned but not given any tasks.

"The lord is once again acting as a scout himself, but why didn't he take me with him?"

"The Prophet must have his own reasons!"

Praise the prophet!

With that in mind, Habaron took out crumpled papers from his bag and began to create.

Write a thirteen-line poem!

Turning back, Ning Feng looked at the figure squatting on the ground writing excitedly, and finally just sighed before turning away.

"Seriously, stop writing."

Chapter 482 Huh?

The City of Holy Light.

"Gentlemen, I am aware of the matter you mentioned concerning the 'prophet' and his followers."

The old man, whose hair and beard were all white but whose skin was as smooth as a baby's, gently raised the scepter in his hand and said kindly:

"Don't worry, that's not your fault!"

"The Lord has sent down a divine decree; she already knows the truth and has determined that the 'prophet' is merely a false religious order that spreads its faith without using the name of God."

"Rest assured, our Lord has personally dispatched her angels; any act of blasphemy against our Lord will be annihilated!"

"We will once again vanquish evil and uphold justice in the world!"

After saying this, the old man raised his hands high and shouted excitedly:

Praise be to our Lord!

The Patriarch's words relieved the tense bishops, who then surrounded him in a circle, raising their hands in a gesture of homage to the Holy Light.

Praise be to our Lord!!!

……

Jumping off the hot air balloon lifted by magic, Ning Feng landed precisely on the smooth steps and exhaled softly, the heat dissipating into white mist in the cold wind.

"call……"

Sure enough, you can clearly feel the difference when you come up here in person and notice those details that cannot be found in words.

It was very cold inside the hot air balloon, but once my feet touched the platform, the cold was significantly reduced and the air was no longer thin.

"It's like entering a large barrier."

With his feet never stopping, Ning Feng experienced the differences in his body and compared them with the different barriers he had encountered before.

"It's somewhat similar to the labyrinthine locks of the Elf Forest, but it seems to lack self-awareness."

The Enchanted Lock is a masterpiece of high-level elven magic. It is a powerful, activated barrier with a wide coverage area, constructed with magical energy. It possesses a simple consciousness of its own and is given the task of protecting cities or holy sites by its creator.

The barrier surrounding this Sky City is similar yet different; it is not alive, or rather, it does not possess its own will.

This coincides with Ning Feng's guess; otherwise, Habaron's death toll could have more than doubled...

Perhaps because his legs were twice as long as Habaron's and he walked with ease, Ning Feng quickly arrived at the main gate of Sky City and entered the answer obtained by exhaustively searching through Habaron's more than one hundred deaths.

Dongdong.

A gentle breeze blew through the thin film onto Ning Feng's face, causing a slight change in his expression.

Dongdong!

Ning Feng raised his hand and touched his chest, noticing the unusual beating of his heart.

It seemed to be excited, no, it was excited because of his understanding and development of his body after going through various things.

"why?"

Go ahead.

He seemed to hear an indistinct call in his ear, and Ning Feng looked ahead.

Who is calling me?

What is it that's attracting me?

This is very wrong.

So, should we turn back?

The option to turn back appeared only for a moment before being relegated to the back of the list. Ning Feng simply and confidently strode towards the city center.

Why turn back?

Continuing on will lead to death, but what does it matter?

Over the past two years, Ning Feng has witnessed countless deaths.

Although Habaron and his group were used to test things out in many places, each cycle restart came at a price.

They all need Ning Feng to resolve their own lives.

It's always the same.

There has never been any exception.

Death piled up at his feet, paving a path forward.

Amidst countless deaths, he repeatedly found a way to survive.

However, contrary to what others had imagined, he did not feel unwell, nor did he show any signs of a mental breakdown.

Death was nothing more than a number to him, not even as interesting as Habaron's thirteen lines.

In this city, Ning Feng once again marched forward with firm steps.