"The Lord of the Mist seems intent on destroying the entire plane, but no one knows what his real purpose is."
Roger pursed his lips without saying a word. If he guessed correctly, this might also be one of the Lord of the Mist’s thods to repair the broken world.
If he had no attachnts, Roger might stand in the sa line with him, but now there is a faint antagonism between them.
More importantly, there are many people Roger cares about in this world.
The two arrived at the temple where the eting was originally held.
Twelve chairs were placed there.
Roger noticed that so of the patterns on the chairs were very different from the last ti.
"Wait a mont, I’ll try to contact Lord Fasco."
Kenneth sat at the head seat, then activated the power within his body, and the energy inside began to circulate. Soon, a phantom appeared on one of the chairs.
"What do you need for?" Fasco looked exhausted, and his face appeared sowhat pale.
"The situation is urgent now, if it’s still what you ntioned... hmm?"
"Roger!"
Soon Fasco noticed Roger standing beside him.
"Thank heavens, you’ve finally co!"
He couldn’t help but exhale deeply.
"Wait for a while, I’ll co to you."
With that, he actively cut off the contact, and the phantom on the chair gradually dimd.
Before long, a gap opened in the space at the temple’s top, and Fasco’s figure appeared out of thin air.
He looked more exhausted than the previous phantom, but Roger’s arrival still raised his spirits.
"What happened?"
Roger saw a heavy worry between Fasco’s brows.
"Ulmanis... The Ring Seal shattered. To avoid enslavent, he crushed his soul and sacrificed himself." Fasco’s voice was heavy.
"Dead?" Roger was stunned.
Last ti he t Ulmanis, he left a deep impression, strong yet graceful. Roger planned to get to know him well in this eting.
"Who?"
"Not clear, but everyone guessed it was the First Apostle, Hamza."
Fasco sighed, "I’m sorry, I can’t respond to your summons, because people are dying every day lately, and the peace here is only temporary."
"In the fiercest battle areas, several worlds have already been destroyed, not only Ulmanis but other Dragon Envoys have also died."
"Nowadays, we are seriously lacking high-end combat power; your arrival is one of the few good news."
"Is the gap in high-end combat power that big?" Roger was a bit puzzled.
"Fifth Tier Transcendents might be common. In worlds with slightly higher energy levels, there are always a few, but the number that becos Ring Bearers sharply decreases, and every step upwards requires centuries of accumulation."
"But the probability is frighteningly low."
"Having the power of the Second Ring can be considered strong within the plane."
Roger nodded, indeed, it seems that Heinris and Ares have not reached the Third Ring.
"The Third Ring is an important dividing line; few reach this level, over the years, such sudden ergence of strong individuals, I’ve only seen you."
"Others are all famous."
"After all, a strong individual’s growth relies on a specific environnt."
"The Third Ring almost counts as the strongest small fraction."
"For example, the First Apostle Hamza, so believe he possesses the power of the Four Rings, but others think he is the peak of the Third Ring."
"Another important issue is... we’ve lost the strong ability to cultivate strength."
"For the stability of the entire plane, we’ve been weakening the world’s energy level for many years, greatly reducing the number of lower-tier Transcendents."
"If this continues long-term..."
Understanding flashed in Roger’s eyes, "The number of top-tier Transcendents has hardly grown."
"Not only hasn’t it grown, but it’s decreased significantly." Fasco nodded, which is actually easy to understand.
"Originally, this was no big deal; both sides’ strength fell simultaneously, but this ti the Lord of the Mist changed his strategy, long-lasting peace has lulled us."
"Just when everyone thought his power was waning, and he could only hide in the Sea of Souls to struggle on, he scavenged a large amount of Soul Shards through the Soul Realm and then forged a terrifying battle machine."
"Our loss in the opening battle was total."
Fasco sighed deeply, "So Roger, your appearance is extraordinarily significant for us. More importantly, you are a force unnoticed by the Lord of the Mist."
Unnoticed, huh?
Roger rubbed his hands, but couldn’t explain his real situation.
"Under normal circumstances, every Dragon Envoy joining the Dragon Court gets the chance to et others, understand the whole power structure of the Dragon Court, and then choose a position that suits them."
"But now the situation is urgent, everyone is at the frontline, there isn’t even ti to attend a virtual eting, so everything has to be simplified."
Fasco smirked bitterly.
"You’re probably the first Dragon Envoy to imdiately undertake a mission upon appointnt."
"A mission... so urgent?"
"There’s no other choice."
"The Lord of the Mist launching an attack isn’t rely for destruction; he’s searching for the body parts sealed during the war years ago!"
"As far as I know, apart from the head he kept for himself, he’s already retrieved his hands and most of his torso."
"If he finds his lower half and several vital organs, then he will appear again in full strength!"
Fasco was visibly anxious.
"Don’t we have any counterasures, like...?"
"The great Primordial Dragon? That’s probably what you ant, right?" Fasco took a deep breath. "The Primordial Dragon is currently restraining the expansion of the Sea of Souls, which has consud a lot of her energy."
"Just like the old Shadow World, last ti the Lord of the Mist almost turned the entire plane into shadows, and now he’s repeating the trick. Without the Primordial Dragon’s restriction, the Sea of Mist would have long covered the entire plane."
"Rather than how it is now, just forming a mist shrouding the world’s periter."
"This is our war, by the ti both sides co into play, the outco might already be decided."
"We must weaken the Lord of the Mist’s power to a certain extent before we can enter the Sea of Mist without being instantly devoured."
"Now what we need to do is thwart him, buy ti, and wait for the opportune mont!"
Fasco’s tone was grave.
Roger took a deep breath, also understanding the urgency of the situation. He had anticipated situations like this before, but didn’t expect things to have worsened to this extent.
"Tell , what should I do?"
"Solberg, Duras, and others have set off to find the lower half of the Lord of the Mist’s body. Kylali, Malaby, and others are in charge of the main battlefield."
"Besides, soone is responsible for finding the key organs on the torso, and what we need to do is the most important one of them."
Fasco clenched his fist.
"His heart!"
"Reputedly possessing eternal power!"
"So even believe his heart was transford from a sun. It’s the most crucial part of his body aside from the head; with this heart, he can assemble the collected torso parts together."
"Our mission is critical; besides , the participants are also powerful Transcendents like yourself, whose nas are not known to outsiders."
"I’ll go with you!" Kenneth suddenly spoke.
"No." Fasco shook his head. "I understand your intentions, Kenneth, but you’re too weak, you’d only hold us back."
"I am also one of the Twelve Dragon Envoys, I hope..."
"Enough!" Fasco’s face darkened, abruptly interrupting Kenneth. From the mont they t, his attitude toward Roger had always been rather calm, but now he suddenly showed a hard edge, demonstrating the imnse pressure he’s been under recently.
"Focus on your duties, maybe soon, the flas of war will spread here."
Having said that, he turned his gaze to Roger.
"My friend, can you now tell your decision?"
Without any hesitation, Roger nodded in agreent.
"When do we depart?"
In such circumstances, no one can remain unaffected. Besides, he faintly felt a strange sensation because he knew the real identity of the Lord of the Mist.
Everything happened so fast, after all, not long ago, Heinris had been troubling him.
There must be so secrets hidden in this.
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