Yes, Lin Lan is right there, ruling over that place, forever frozen there, unable even to examine himself, like a prisoner dood to eternal loneliness.
Eleanor bowed her head and found her limbs still trembling slightly, her rationality frantically warning her that she should take Lucia and escape as far as possible; if they continued to entangle further, she would eventually fall into an unknown and terrifying kingdom...
The King of Pirates suddenly chuckled nonchalantly.
"Listen up, Lin Lan, even if your true self is quite powerful, I still won’t willingly be your subordinate!"
She raised her head, boldly eting the other’s eyes, issuing a cheeky high-profile declaration: "We are destined to be lifelong good partners!"
After all, she is a Doragon.
If even the Doragon People are unwilling to accept such a monster, who in the world could truly accept ’Lin Lan’?
She made her choice, just as if she found a mission worth sacrificing her Heart Scale for.
Suddenly, Eleanor sensed that she had taken on sothing, not an unbearable weight, but a peculiar connection deeply bound with emptiness...
Lin Lan paused and released the hand pinching the Witch’s cheek. At that mont, he indeed felt a certain ’loosening,’ as if the subtle cracks shaped by the Philosopher’s Stone had expanded slightly.
He took a deep breath, relaxed his tone, and his smile beca much more natural: "Yes, yes, esteed Captain Eleanor."
Lin Lan consciously lowered his stance: "Ti is running out, let’s get to work."
"Humph, that’s more like it~"
Eleanor responded joyfully, and in the next mont, a pair of nacing black wings appeared out of thin air behind her, fully expanding.
A breeze gradually rose in the world.
"The Captain is really easy to appease..."
Lucia muttered softly, turned her head, and extended her hand viciously, squeezing Lin Lan’s cheeks in retaliation: "But I’m the sa, you can’t treat like a subordinate, otherwise our relationship will beco distant!"
Lin Lan did not break free from her grip but solemnly nodded, causing the petite blond Witch to smile with satisfaction and hop down from the Dream House.
Lin Lan watched their backs, carefully savoring the mont felt.
It was like two fragile threads pulling him gently.
Since crossing over, this was the first ti soone actively interacted with him, and this connection was not simply faith, as the other party had not offered anything.
Lin Lan closed his eyes, the Foreigner clumsily, cautiously winding the threads around his fingertips.
Bai always followed behind everyone, her deanor dignified and elegant. At this mont, she gazed at the figure of the gray-haired boy, with pure white eyes igniting data streams.
"Detected unknown eternal kingdom, downloading new honorable na data..."
The android maid whispered silently: "He is——"
Data error! Data error! Data error!
At that mont, a certain presence quietly erased the light in Bai’s eyes, instantly turning the freshly downloaded data into chaotic gibberish.
Perhaps because of too much haste, Bai captured the source of that divine ethereal infinite code, representing omniscience, the eyes weakly closed, unwilling for the world to know this secret.
"Doctor?"
The android maiden tilted her head, facing the direction of the giant wall, a simple inquiry: "Why can’t I recite the master’s honorable na?"
"Bai Bai!"
Suddenly Lucia hugged the white-haired maid, habitually starting to cling: "Help gather materials today, okay~"
"Pleased to serve you, Lady Saint Lucia."
The android maid turned her head, a faint smile appearing on her face.
Eh?
Lucia blinked.
Usually cold and only obedient to Lin Lan, Bai, how did she suddenly change her attitude today?
What does that ’Saint’ prefix an?
·
Under the complex gaze of No. 444, Lin Lan seriously rubbed the ga console, ticulously familiarizing himself with the Scavenger’s operations, preparing for the soon-to-be-built new instance world.
The Night Owl Hunter’s actions had beco rigid and deliberate.
Lin Lan focused on the screen, feeling like playing an epic adventure with a strong sense of impact.
Admittedly, the feeling of controlling a robot to run freely was simply satisfying, no wonder those Empire elites worked tirelessly for decades...
Not far away, the dark storm summoned by Eleanor was already taking shape.
Ideal Outer City’s residential buildings numbered in the thousands, though most tall buildings had long turned to ruins, and only a few hundred remained preserved.
The three had long picked a suitable neighborhood.
Fortunately, the buildings of the Era of Ideal were solid enough, not easy to damage. They were not integrated with the ground, more like large modular products on an assembly line.
The high-rises stood like blocks on socket-like foundations. Forcefully moving them required no worry of tearing walls, Eleanor only needed to exert enough force to forcibly pull the houses out of the foundations.
A Hunter’s cloak fluttered in the storm.
Lin Lan focused on the high-rise slowly moving towards the starting point in the giant storm, a farr-like harvest smile appeared on his face.
If it hadn’t been for those foundations connected to the base of the sky elevators, Lin Lan would certainly pack up and take the bases too.
As a Foreigner, the satisfaction of building houses within the territory was incredibly strong.
Moreover, these houses were free finds! All of them were like golden coins!
Lin Lan had already calculated on the heads of those Alliance Chamber of Comrce, with Ark Island’s developnt, Seagull City would soon beco the most central bustling economic zone.
Due to the uniqueness of the Sun Mine, Seagull City’s port location was truly valuable in every sense.
It’s ti to discuss prices with Charles...
Lin Lan’s smile beca increasingly pleasant.
At the edge of the Dream House, No. 444 squatted obediently in the corner, this well-traveled Empire elite utterly dumbfounded.
He stared blankly at the scene outside the Dream House, his mind in chaos.
Honestly, until now, he still couldn’t figure out how Lord Linlan suddenly jumped from the land into the Starry Gray Realm.
Watching the high-rises floating in the storm, the strong man gulped.
Even if Lord Linlan hadn’t deliberately ntioned anything, he realized he knew far too much...
·
Seagull City was bustling.
No matter the age, people had gathered around the established ground foundations, eagerly awaiting the miracle’s arrival.
Living near the coastline, sailors naturally noticed the strange occurrences.
"What exactly are these bumpkins excited about?"
A hungover Alliance rchant shook his head, sowhat suspiciously observing the chaos outside the window.
"Sir, I’ve already inquired beforehand."
The accompanying sailor reported: "Those civilians claim that when Lord Roland returns, houses will grow from the sky!"
"Grow from the sky? What nonsense are you talking about..."
The rchant suddenly paused, recalling the mysterious war chariot and the three exquisite high-rises starkly contrasting with their surroundings, swallowing his sarcastic words back down.
"Let’s go, take a look." He hurriedly donned his coat.
Rumble——
The sky suddenly darkened.
Under the astonished gazes of all the sailors, the storm roared, the sky appeared as if slashed open, revealing a terrifying fissure.
In the next mont, giant buildings gradually erged from the deep rift, bathed in the storm’s baptism, resembling nacing beasts overlooking the fragile earth.
"It’s the racial ability of the Doragon People!!"
A sailor shouted in terror, more people held their breath, staring stupefied at the opening in mid-air.
What is... that thing...
Click-click.
Journalists from everywhere raised their alchemical caras.
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