It was more troublesome when women were together. Many took the time to give the craftsmen a task, which was to carve out a set of Mahjong using dark magic crystals overnight. After introducing the rules, the group of women finally stopped talking about those messy topics …
But Many also witnessed the fierceness of this group of young ladies … or rather, old ladies. Apart from Becky, the remaining three were old monsters who had lived for thousands of years. Their tricks were not just superb, but also unpredictable. This game that tested one's luck and strength made them gasp in admiration. They praised Many while shuffling the tiles noisily …
And now, Many?
He lay on the armchair and recalled what had happened last night.
After waking up, Krillin's Blade and Nairíos had completely fallen into silence, but his body was recovering at a very fast speed. For this reason, he went to the magical crystals that could grow in the Azura Forest, hoping to use them to restore the power of Krillin's Blade.
This kind of automatically growing magical crystal had been slowly growing, to the point that it covered half of the room. The Caucasian Trolls would take turns to use their strange power to cut these magical crystals into the bullets of the Vulcan Cannons. But the efficiency was slow, and they had not found a replacement method. This was also the reason why the Vulcan Cannons on the battlefield were limited and could not fire wantonly from the start.
Many lowered their bodies and casually placed their hands on these magical crystals. Unexpectedly, it was as if they had opened a huge sluice gate, and suddenly became the "spillway" of these magical crystals!
Pure and majestic mana rushed into his body without any delay, and was greedily absorbed by Krillin's Blade. This process lasted for an entire night before it ended. In the end, what had originally covered the entire room was only a black magical crystal that was less than a square decimeter in size!
Just how much magic power was absorbed from it?
Many could imagine how much energy Nairíos had used to defeat Nois.
The Black Dragon's transformation was achieved from a mortal's body. The rules had been completely subverted.
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When a group of women who were usually extremely steady played cards at the side, many lamented that each of these beauties had their own unique characteristics. Madam Vasaki's pair of green eyes would always glance at the few people in front of her from time to time. Even after winning a few rounds, she never showed any overly exaggerated expressions. On the contrary, Pandora was even better. Every time she won a card, she would always smile brightly and naturally exude a seductive aura. Her pair of fair and tender hands would gracefully touch the cards. Basically, her guesses were close to the mark.
Sandinalan, the "old woman", had put down her pride to play cards. But when she finally won a round, she had to show her usual arrogance and snort twice to show her disdain …
Becky looked at the tiles in front of her in distress. She rested her chin on one hand and felt that her brain was not enough. In the end, she had to use the Angel Wings on her back. This was enough to show how helpless she was. Now, she seemed to be able to make these characteristics of angels appear at any time. Or rather, her natural state was like this. Usually, she needed to spend some effort to keep it hidden.
This table of mahjong was very heated. The maids at the side were busy serving tea and pouring water. They were like a group of maids in a landlord's house, and the people at the table were more like a group of young mistresses …
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The Dark Elves took on the role of scouts and sentries at night. Elder Sandinalan had to go to the roof of the carriage to pray at night. Becky, on the other hand, was chanting prayers in her own bedroom. Fortunately, Pandora and Madam Vasaki did not believe in the Demon God Garen. But they were very interested in their experiences in the Central Continent. They sat on the sofa and listened to the stories of the believers' worship.
"In the Abyss Continent, the Gods are not illusory. If possible, you can find records of the Gods' descent into the continent in every Royal Library."
Pandora naturally knew a lot about this. This succubus who called Madam Vasaki a sister had a serious expression on her face. She was not as casual as she usually was.
"Faith is very powerful. The more believers a God has, the more miracles will descend."
Pandora seemed to have thought of something and frowned slightly. "The Sovereign of the Eastern Continent seemed to have once had a miracle descend on him. But no one knows the specifics."
"Does Kate know?"
Many pondered for a while and said this name.
The atmosphere suddenly became a little gloomy. It seemed that this name made the two women think of something they did not want to think about. Madam Vasaki sat beside Many and sighed. She then said, "It seems that only she knows whether she knows or not. She is a scary woman."
This comment made Many raise his head. His gaze lingered on Pandora for a moment. The latter also nodded silently, indicating that she agreed with this comment.
This was something that Many had not thought of. Apart from being powerful, what else did the Empress have that made them feel afraid?
"Not only is she powerful, the thing in her hands … The thing that she wants is beyond anyone's imagination."
Madam Vasaki's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible in the end.
This topic ended there. Many did not say anything else. The journey became a little gloomy. Not long after, the three returned to their bedroom to rest. But it was obvious that Many did not fall asleep so easily.
After absorbing so much energy, Nairíos still did not have any reaction. It was as if he had completely absorbed Krillin's Blade. This made him feel a little strange. But in the end, he still had to rely on himself. Many could not do anything about it. After thinking for a while, he took out the scroll that he had never opened.
This scroll was an item hidden under the strange magic array in the Abyss. There was a very powerful seal on it. It seemed that he could not use the power of the Rule to open it. Because he faintly felt that the person who sealed this scroll seemed to have a close relationship with the Black Dragon race.
Because the power on the scroll was always faintly resisting him, as if it was specially designed to restrain the power of the Rule.
Looking at the scroll in his hand, Many was slightly stunned. He could not figure out what kind of surprise or disaster this thing would bring to him in the end … or perhaps something else.
The Azura Forest was eerily quiet. The trolls were like fish in water in the forest, ensuring the safety of the entire army. The Dark Elves, with their superior vision and senses in the dark, also raised the soldiers' sense of security to a whole new level.
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The team advanced quickly. After seven days, the team climbed over a snowy mountain at the edge of the Azura Forest without any incident. Then, they saw the Church of Lambas in the distance, which was known as the "City of Faith".
Neatly arranged houses could be seen clearly from halfway up the mountain. The buildings were filled with a Gothic vibe, and the majestic figures of churches could be seen almost everywhere. However, the most obvious one was located in the center of the entire Lambbas — the "Holy Land of Garan". It was like a city within a city within a country. A large empty space suddenly appeared among the densely packed buildings, and it was so eye-catching that people would immediately focus their attention on the area with the green grass.
This was a high density and huge city, the scale of which was no smaller than Sirius in the Empire of Saint Reims. From many directions, to the left … in other words, to the northeast, that was the border of the Church of Lambas. The weather conditions and the view were excellent. There were a few unimaginably huge walls standing there, and the farthest one was the most magnificent.