The gray-haired man humbly walked over to the thorn apple and fell to his knees.
The glimr that was in the gray eyes had disappeared, leaving only sincerity.
“Tower Canon, Tower of War, Battlefield Division’s Ashes Team. Hunting-Ashes greets Lord Seventh Page War. I’m willing to sacrifice my unworthy life to carry out your decree.”
The gray-haired man dipped his head and kowtowed before the thorn apple. He reached out and plucked the golden lush thorn apple from the ground, holding it gingerly.
He threw the golden thorn apple into the evolving Class 3 dinsional rift.
With the energy of the dinsional hub, the golden thorn apple started to slowly wither.
The wilting golden thorn apple released a large burst of energy, pushing the dinsional hub’s spatial energy up a level.
This resulted in the evolving dinsional rift to open and widen by three tis.
Four pieces of source-type items imdiately fell from the ripped-open dinsional rift.
When the decay of the thorn apple reached the flower core, more energy was released.
The recently evolved water world dinsional rift instantly began to evolve toward Class 5.
At that mont, the gray-haired man caught sight of the tall, dark green-haired man he had dispatched, leading about 50 people toward him.
The gray-haired man fished out a small palm-sized plate. It was carved with intricate and complex golden patterns.
The plate shook, and a large purplish-gray egg appeared in the man’s hand.
The people behind the tall man looked intensely troubled.
However, the tall man was as deadpan as ever, his eyes completely devoid of life.
It seed as though he knew what was coming.
A dark-skinned man erged from the crowd and asked the gray-haired man, “Lord Hunting-Ashes, we might not have been in a dead-end if soone had discovered us being sucked into the dinsional rift here. But since you evolved the dinsional rift, you’ve essentially locked the dinsional rift. Now we—”
The dark-skinned man did not even manage to finish speaking as one look from the gray-haired man made him shut up.
The dark-skinned man’s chest tightened, and he felt as though a layer of dust had settled over his heart. The pressure was indescribable.
“Where do you want to go if we don’t seal this up?” enquired the gray-haired man.
The dark-skinned man’s face tensed. The way he looked at the gray-haired man displayed much less obedience than the tall man.
“Of course we need to stay here to continue doing as Lord Chanter Crow says.”
At the ntion of Chanter Crow, disgust flashed across the gray-haired man’s face.
“The crow wanted you to stay here to maintain the dinsional rift’s regular functionality and the covert operations outside of the dinsional rift. Is it done? If soone barges in, it’ll be your responsibility to beco guardians.”
A dark green-haired girl frowned. Her tone lacked respect, and she was suspicious. “Lord Hunting-Ashes, the contracted feys we have here are normally used to maintain the dinsional rift’s regular functionality. Their abilities are not suited for battle. If we are to beco guardians, we will suffer losses for sure. Lord Crow will be displeased. May I ask where the three king-class experts under Lord Crow are? We need them to stabilize the situation. They’ll be of much more use than us.”
The green-haired girl’s tone suddenly changed to one of overt fury. “Lord Hunting-Ashes, the 30 people you sent out are usually in charge of cleaning. By sending them to the front lines, you’ve signed their death sentences. Who shall do the cleaning now?”
The gray-haired man scanned the faces of the people present. He turned, forced a smile, and said to the tall man, “I must have caused a lot of trouble for you by sending you out on tasks. I didn’t know that I had lost so much influence. I wonder if the Chanting Crow would dare speak to in such a manner if he was still alive!”
When the tall man heard what the gray-haired man said and glimpsed his expression, he was imdiately gripped by terror.
Although Lord Crow was a peak Suzerain/Myth II fey, it was only a Chanter in the Tower of War.
anwhile, Hunting-Ashes might not possess much power, but he was affiliated with an impressive Battlefield Division team.
The Ashes Team mbers held higher positions than the Tower of War’s Chanters, so of whom were comparable with Lead Chanters.
Every Ashes Team mber controlled a carcinoma fey that could incite disasters. Lord Seventh Page War had handpicked each fey.
The entrance of any Ashes Team mber in battle was sure to result in destruction.
However, they had been keeping a low profile since they were here.
Luckily, they had been guarding the dinsional hub and had not learned that Lord Crow had died.
Otherwise, they might not have been able to bring themselves to move, even if Lord Hunting-Ashes’s signal flag had been raised.
The tall man was preparing to speak and control the situation, but he suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his abdon.
The tall man fell to the ground.
His contracted fey ca out despite not having been summoned.
The tall man’s pain seed to intensify, and he sprawled out on the ground feebly.
The tall man closed his eyes in resignation and prepared to draw his last breath.
The other 50 people who had co with the tall man all exhibited the sa symptoms.
Hunting-Ashes pumped spiritual power into the large purplish-gray egg in his hands.
An elegantly slender poisonous bee hatched from the egg. Its body mirrored the color of the egg.
When the poisonous bee appeared, the gray-haired man instructed it to fly to the faces of each fallen spirit qi professional.
The bee’s stinger pierced the back of each of their heads, and sothing strange started occurring at the back of their heads
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