Chapter 178: Chapter 174: Torchfire Town (Requesting Monthly Tickets) Chapter 178: Chapter 174: Torchfire Town (Requesting Monthly Tickets) Oulu Continent, a small country.
The Torchfire sub-branch.
Under the managent and construction of Saint Knight Roland, this town, once ravaged by Mysterious Evil, in ruins, chaos, and filled with despair, had now undergone a complete transformation.
And had been renad ‘Torchfire Town’.
The small buildings within the town that had been damaged by Mysterious Evil and Awakeners had been repaired, the roads had beco smooth, and the hands on the clock of the bell tower in the center of the town ticked away. Below the tower, the square was bustling with activity from early in the morning.
This was a marketplace.
They sold not only various daily necessities and food but also many Awakeners who traded here.
Even Torchfire Town itself now had a population of thousands, all refugees who had fled from various places and so neighboring nations.
Gradually settling down here.
Because it was too safe here, compared to the dangerous environnt outside, this place was heaven!
As long as one was hard-working, there was no shortage of food here, and one could at least eat their fill and keep warm.
The refugees who had experienced hardship, how could they be willing to leave.
Even Awakeners hoped to find a place of stability in these tis, and not all Awakeners aspired to dominate; with their strength, it wasn’t possible anyway.
“We thank Lord Roland for providing us with shelter.”
“Finally, we don’t have to worry about being broken into and robbed by thugs in our sleep…”
A commoner gritted his teeth.
Another person said, “Under Lord Roland’s protection, no thugs would dare to enter our town, right?”
“How could they not? Just a few days ago a gang of thugs ca, each ard with guns, and it seed their leader was an Awakener, but they were quickly killed by the patrol team, and their bodies are now hung by the side of the road to the south of the town as a warning.”
“Is that… too cruel?”
“Cruel? When you’re robbed and murdered by thugs, you won’t think it’s cruel!”
“Actually, thugs are a minor issue, the real terror is those invisible monsters.”
“Invisible monsters?”
To most ordinary people, this remained a secret, even though many tis they saw mysterious deaths, heard strange roars nearby, but seeing is believing, and the unknown was still unknown.
After arriving in town, it was different; having witnessed the power of the patrol teams and recognizing the Awakeners, many also gradually learned of the horrors hidden beneath reality.
That was the real disaster.
Among the refugees, there were also Awakeners—don’t think that Awakeners can contend with Mysterious Evil, Awakened Abilities that were not offensive or without Awakened Weapons, could barely handle even the most ordinary Mysterious Evil.
They didn’t dare to fight, the more visible the Evil, the less they dared, the more afraid they were.
Continuously fleeing.
Until they ca here.
An Awakener with an Ability related to eyes said, “To face thugs hardly reflects the strength of the patrol team. In fact, when facing those terrifying monsters, the patrols cut them down like slicing vegetables, unbelievably powerful.”
“Compared to them, my Awakened presence is like a fake.”
“Just yesterday, I even saw that with a few moves, Lord Roland slew a monster… over ten ters tall.”
“A ten-ter-tall monster?”
“Hiss—!”
“I heard that many Awakeners in the patrol team were taught by Lord Roland himself, and next ti the patrol team recruits, I must sign up.”
“Let’s go together.”
Roland’s na had already beco widely respected in the surrounding area.
If it weren’t for the near-complete cutoff of communications and transportation, his fa would be even more resounding.
However, there was no doubt that Torchfire Town had beco a ‘significant power’ in this small country, as well as among neighboring nations, that could not be ignored.
Yet very few people knew about the organization standing behind Torchfire Town.
A thousand or so ters away from the bell tower in the town, there was a six-story building, the tallest structure in Torchfire Town and the usual office of the patrol team.
And at this mont,
in the basent of the small building—a ‘forbidden area’ for ordinary patrol mbers—stood Roland, who was revered by many, an Awakener with the Talent of a Knight’s Heart, wearing a look of respect.
He was not one to flatter others.
But the man before him had granted him greater strength, taught them how to fight Mysterious Evil, provided them with weapons, potions, and even the resources needed for the construction and operation of the town, all supported by the man before him.
No amount of praise or gratitude could express a fraction of what he felt in his heart.
The one who had provided shelter for the many displaced refugees was not him, Roland.
The one who taught the patrol team mbers to grow stronger was not him, Roland.
The one who allowed the refugees to eat their fill and wear warm clothes was not him, Roland.
“ntor, the townspeople think it’s all my doing, but I truly feel unworthy.”
Fang You probably guessed what this straightforward Saint Knight was thinking; if not necessary, Roland truly didn’t want this kind of reputation.
“Right now, many nations of Blue Star are in the light, while the Heretical Cult lurks in the shadows; therefore, we too must remain hidden, so as not to alert the Heretical Cult, to deliver a fatal blow at the critical mont,” Fang You continued.
That also included the Wavemist Nation stronghold, which now lays almost dormant.
The actions taken were not many.
First, most actions were futile; second, they were to lull the Heretical Cult into a false sense of security while searching for clues in the dark.
He went on,
“This town has indeed been managed under your leadership. You have contributed greatly, don’t underestimate yourself. Of course, in addition to building Torchfire Town, you also have the task of secretly selecting and training suitable talents.”
Roland opened his mouth, “I understand.”
The ntor made sense, and all he could do was kill more Mysterious Evils, save more refugees, train talents… and make more contributions to the organization.
After walking out of the Secret Realm entrance, Fang You arrived at the rooftop where the patrol team was stationed, looking around.
Compared to his last visit, the place had indeed changed drastically.
The town was well-organized, the distant marketplace was bustling, and Mysterious Evils within the map range were very rare. Whenever one appeared, it wasn’t long before a patrol mber headed out to deal with it.
These were naturally the Junior Apostles.
But not many, as there were limited slots for Junior Apostles; Roland had only eight here, yet the Awakeners far exceeded this number.
So returned after studying with the organization, and even more were recruited by Roland himself.
The developnt of Torchfire Town far exceeded his expectations.
The townspeople felt gratitude and affection towards Roland, and Roland fully deserved it.
And…
Fang You looked up, noticing sothing different.
When he was here last ti, thin wisps of gray mist drifted throughout the town, which was marked as a dium-pollution area on the map!
Heavily eroded by the Ghastly Realm.
Now, if one observed carefully, the gray mist still floated above Torchfire Town, but it was much thinner and less dense than before!
That ant… the erosion from the Ghastly Realm was decreasing, receding?
“According to Yiluo Luxi, the process of Ghastly Realm’s erosion is irreversible.”
“But, Yiluo Luxi’s Oasis, after all, is just an oasis power, possibly strong within the oasis, but what she knows isn’t necessarily correct.”
“Besides, I have a ‘cheat’!”
He surveyed his surroundings.
What was the reason for the reversal of erosion? The vitality of the people around? That was naturally impossible. After excluding all the impossible reasons, what remained was—the entrance to the Secret Realm!
The beacon of the Secret Realm was pinned to this land!
However, this issue was sothing to consider later. For now, the problem to be solved was the Heretical Cult followers.
He had stood on the rooftop for a while, and Roland accompanied him.
Soon, Roland saw soone approaching.
It was one of the patrol team mbers, the Awakener Cliff.
But not an organization mber yet, still under evaluation. Just as he was about to ask him what was going on, he saw Cliff’s face abruptly change, morphing into an ordinary-looking figure… indistinguishable as male or female.
Even the clothes lted away like wax, transforming in the blink of an eye into a set of cloaks.
Roland felt a chill on his scalp.
“Who are you… and where’s Cliff?!”
“Don’t worry, I haven’t done anything to him, he is still patrolling outside the town. I just borrowed his identity for a bit, made it easier to co up here.”
“ntor.”
The cloaked figure nodded slightly, then glanced at Roland again.
An expert from the organization?
Roland pondered, understanding the aning of the cloaked figure, and imdiately left without any curiosity.
Once Roland was gone, Thousand Faces approached, stopping less than half a ter away from Fang You and spoke in a hushed tone, “The plans of the Heretical Cult followers have been partly uncovered.”
“Let’s hear it.”
Fang You looked at Thousand Faces.
Today his/her hood didn’t cover the face, revealing a plain androgynous face, but he didn’t think this was Thousand Faces’ real appearance.
He was still curious, but today there was serious business to attend to.
Thousand Faces spoke, “They are followers of the Evil God ‘Scarlet Crimson Moon’, including ordinary followers and a few odd human kinds from the Ghastly Realm—the Bloodbeard People.”
“However, all Mysterious Evils and intelligent species coming from the Ghastly Realm are repelled and suppressed by our Blue Star World. Currently, the infiltrating priests are just incarnations, the actual body of the priest and other powerful Bloodbeard People are unable to descend to our Blue Star.”
But ‘powerful’ here refers to the strong mbers of the bizarre Bloodbeard People species.
As a race that pledged loyalty to the Evil God and had developed for who knows how many years, the Bloodbeard People’s power was far superior to those struggling oasis powers, their priests being of Six Senses throne-level, and it was evident there were other throne-level and leader-level mbers in their race.
They could not descend.
At least, not at the current stage. As Blue Star’s erosion worsens and the world’s repelling forces weaken, Mysterious Evils and bizarre species will find it easier to enter Blue Star.
But according to the information provided by Thousand Faces, even now there were Superhuman Rank Bloodbeard People on Blue Star, and that priest incarnation had recovered from initial three Senses to four Senses strength.
“Not only that, but the Bloodbeard People’s priest is planning a large-scale ritual.”
“A ritual using seven significant focal points on Blue Star as venues, seemingly intending to use the ritual’s power to break through Blue Star’s barriers and descend.”
Thousand Faces handed over a sheepskin scroll.
Drawn with mysterious materials as ink, it depicted a creepy and solemn pattern.
Thousand Faces specifically ca to show this scroll to the ntor.
“This scroll, it’s the ritual offering sche for one of the venues.”
“But besides this one, there are six other ritual venues spread across the world. I’ve only found the locations of three so far. The others will take more ti.”
Even so, the intelligence provided by Thousand Faces was already quite detailed!
Even the specific steps of the ritual were included.
Uh, he suddenly beca curious, “How far have you infiltrated into the Heretical Cult?”
Thousand Faces replied, “I am the person in charge of one of those ritual venues.”
Fang You: “…”
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