Chapter 135: Lynn Advanced, Disturbance in the Pool of Rot
Continuous high-intensity combat— even a man of iron could not withstand it.
Most of these rcenaries had already reached their limits.
Carrying large and small bags of insect corpses, they chose to return to White Rock Fort.
Even Old Cat, the leader of the Platinum rcenary Group, finally spoke up.
“We need to rest and reorganize our tactics. Accompanying these guys to kill insects around the periter isn’t cost-effective.”
Very quickly, the hillside beca empty.
The once-noisy temporary camp.
In the blink of an eye, only a ss covering the ground and a few squads responsible for the final cleanup remained.
Avril looked at the battlefield that had rapidly quieted down and let out a soft sigh.
She also needed to wait for Uncle Burton the coachman to deliver the next batch of funds.
The rewards paid earlier had almost exhausted all the money she carried with her.
Thus, things were adjusted for several days.
During these days.
So curious rcenaries explained Avril’s new task requirents to the rcenary Guild.
The rcenary Guild was also very cooperative.
Using sound-transmission crystals, they notified the rcenary Guilds in the towns surrounding White Rock Fort.
Oak Town, the Lionheart City of the Earl of Ladd, and other places gradually also issued Lemon Port missions.
This imdiately caused quite a stir.
Thus, gradually, so new figures appeared along the trade route leading to Lemon Port.
There were large rcenary corps with excellent equipnt and extraordinary bearing.
There were also lone adventurers with sharp eyes, coming and going alone.
At this very mont.
Brian, this Seventh-tier Sacred Domain Knight of the Empire, had already stayed in the small town for half a month.
As for Lynn, who had also peacefully accumulated Holy Radiance for half a month, he finally迎来 a critical mont!
【Holy Radiance accumulation has reached the critical point…】
【Advance?】
“Finally, this day has co!”
“Yes! Upgrade imdiately!”
Lynn did not hesitate at all.
The next mont.
The cross atop the church spire burst forth with an unprecedentedly brilliant golden radiance.
Dyeing the entire sky above the small town with a faint layer of gold!
The residents of Holy Light Town seed to sense it.
They stopped the work in their hands one after another and devoutly knelt toward the direction of the church.
“The power of Lord Angel… has increased again!”
Liz knelt on one knee, her eyes filled with fanaticism and reverence.
Brian stood at the edge of the training ground.
A trace of astonishnt also flashed through his gray-blue eyes.
He could clearly perceive that the divine fluctuations emitted by that Lord were climbing at an astonishing speed!
Such a rate of improvent simply defied common sense!
“It seems that He truly is humanity’s hope…”
Brian thought to himself, his heart filled with excitent.
His evaluation of this Lord Angel rose once more.
However.
While Lynn was enjoying the comfort brought by advancing.
He was also puzzled— why was there no movent at all from the Rotting Lord, or even from the Undead side?
……
Far away, at an unknown distance.
The foul Pool of Rot, whose stench was originally enough to rot living beings.
Now actually seed sowhat lighter.
That sky-piercing stench had diminished quite a bit; even the area of the pool seed to have shrunk by a circle?
And the skeletal wolf king Wogak was idly using his claws to scrape at a loose bone by the pool’s edge.
The frost-silent snow maiden Hilf condensed an ice mirror.
Out of sheer boredom, she looked at her own eerie face, occasionally adjusting the angle of her ice-crystal hair ornant.
As for the original owner of the Pool of Rot, the Rotting Lord lunus.
That massive lump of flesh was currently half-subrged in the pool, weak and listless.
Its once plump and greasy body had shriveled considerably.
As if a large amount of fat had been drained away, even its skin had ford wrinkles.
This was just like—
You worked hard to save money to marry a wife, only for your superior to forcibly take her.
Then you could only stand by watching others exercise, while your wife even had to call soone else “husband.”
lunus no longer had any mood left.
Even when his subordinates reported that Lemon Port was constantly being harassed by rcenaries, it was too lazy to bother.
Right now, it only wanted this jinx Lasalle to hurry up and get lost!
Perhaps lunus’s resentnt had so effect.
At the center of the Pool of Rot.
An unusual fluctuation ca.
The viscous pool water parted to both sides.
A figure clad in a tattered gray monk’s robe slowly surfaced.
It was none other than the Decayed Monk Lasalle!
Compared to half a month ago.
The power of the law of decay perating his body had beco far deeper.
A pressure far surpassing before caused the nearby skeletal wolf king and snow maiden to lower their heads subconsciously, showing reverence.
Lasalle seed satisfied as he sensed his own changes, a hoarse voice erging from his throat: “Seventh-tier peak. Not bad.”
He looked at the half-dead lunus.
His tone carried a hint of condescension, as if bestowing alms: “lunus, once I return beneath Namira’s demon god throne, I will naturally put in a good word for you.”
lunus cursed wildly in his heart.
On the surface, however, it could only squeeze out a smile uglier than crying: “Th-thank you, Lord Lasalle…”
After that.
Lasalle added indifferently: “Alright, it’s ti to handle proper business.”
“Lady Namira may not necessarily care about a bit of disturbance in this remote land, but the rules cannot be discarded.”
“Go to Lemon Port and see what kind of existence that so-called angel truly is!”
Upon hearing this, lunus trembled slightly.
In its heart, it nearly cursed Lasalle’s ancestors for eighteen generations!
When you were sucking my blood, why didn’t you talk about proper business?
Now that you’ve eaten and drunk your fill, you rember the mission!?
Yet it still dared not show the slightest bit on its face.
It could only squeeze out another smile uglier than crying: “Yes, yes, Lord Lasalle. Everything will be as you command.”
On the road to Lemon Port.
This group of “people” was extrely low-key.
Lasalle’s figure drifted, as if rging into the shadows.
The cold aura around Hilf was restrained; wherever she stepped, only a thin layer of frost remained, vanishing in an instant.
Although Wogak was dissatisfied, he also reined in the clattering sounds of bones colliding.
The most aggrieved of all was the Rotting Lord.
Its enormous true body was forcibly compressed, transforming into a mini flesh mound with a diater of only three ters, wriggling along behind.
Compared to its previous terrifying size of hundreds of ters tall.
At this mont, it simply looked like a comical ball of at; even the stench it emitted had lightened considerably.
It was holding in its anger, yet dared not erupt.
It could only count all this resentnt onto that damned angel’s head.
When they silently arrived at the outskirts of Lemon Port.
The scene before their eyes.
Made Wogak the first to let out a suppressed snicker.
“lunus, look at your doorstep!”
“These human ants are practically turning your nest into a marketplace! You’re just watching this happen?”
Wogak spoke with undisguised mockery.
“If my territory were harassed like this, I would’ve long since turned them all into crushed bones paving the ground!”
lunus swept an icy gaze across the hilly area outside the port.
There.
Thousands of human rcenaries and adventurers were active, their noise even faintly carrying over.
How could it not want to intervene?
If not for the sudden descent of this jinx Lasalle, dragging away all its attention.
It might have already sent out the Heart-Eroding Leeches to clean up these ants, and even add a al on the side.
But now, lunus could only say in a muffled voice: “Wogak, with Lord Lasalle present, everything will naturally be decided by the Lord.”
It kicked the ball to Lasalle, lowering its posture to the extre.
Lasalle did not pay attention to the conflict between them.
His gaze pierced through the filthy mist and fell upon Lemon Port, completely covered in gelatinous matter.
The port was deathly silent; only scattered Black Insects wriggled on the surface of the sli, and the traces of the forr human city were almost completely erased.
‘Such a dense aura of decay… it has practically covered everything.’
‘That fool lunus— wanting to sense the residual aura of that so-called angel in this state is harder than ascending to the heavens!’
Lasalle thought in displeasure, then turned his attention to those noisy human rcenaries.
Fortunately, there were these living sources of information.
Otherwise, he would definitely have given lunus a bit of a lesson.
Afterward, Lasalle gave an indifferent order: “lunus, let the bugs in your nest move.”
“Clear out these humans. Leave a few alive. I need to know why they are gathering here, and… intelligence about that angel!”
lunus’s heart stirred— it could finally vent a little!
It hurriedly responded: “By your command, Lord Lasalle! I will surely let these ants taste the power of my Heart-Eroding Leeches!”
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