When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 1145: 464: Return to the Material Realm2

Chapter 1145: Chapter 464: Return to the Material Realm_2

Now Baike finally confird, the information is true, and the Eternal Pope’s strength is real—after all, to confront a Celestial Marshal head-on, even a Fifth Power Level couldn’t accomplish such a feat.

Perhaps only the legendary Sixth Power Level could achieve this!

It’s terrifying. Less than a year… From touching the Transcendent to reaching the Sixth Power Level…

…Could he be the reincarnation of a Celestial Marshal? Only the reincarnation of a Celestial Marshal could possibly achieve such a thing, just like King Arthur during Avalon’s founding.

Considering the hatred the Fallen Celestial Marshal has for him… This doesn’t seem like the attitude one would hold toward an ordinary mortal, does it?

——Could Aiwass actually be the Serpent Celestial Marshal?

Baike wondered in his heart.

“Professor Bard!”

Right at that mont, Zhu Tang, eyes closed, carrying a bulging patched cloth bag, walked over with a grin: “Ah, my eyes can’t see—Take a look, what’s inside here?”

Inside was what he had collected using ritual magic from the fragnts of the Tower of Heaven during the clash between Aiwass and the Fallen Celestial Marshal.

Of course, he was unaware of what the Lord of Scalefeather had said to Aiwass—but as a Ritualist, he understood that most “near-impossible miracles” ca with costs and conditions. The descent of the Celestial Marshal was far too extraordinary; there had to be so reason behind it.

He didn’t open his eyes, but his inner clarity was sharp.

And Aiwass’s deanor was clearly not one intent on mutual destruction. He was a sly old fox, soone who could gauge his chances of survival without even needing to see. Clearly, Aiwass was buying ti, holding on as much as possible.

Thus, Zhu Tang chose to trust Aiwass.

As long as Aiwass held out, they could live; but if they rely survived without gaining enough spoils, it would still be sowhat disappointing.

So while Aiwass was blocking the Fallen Celestial Marshal, Zhu Tang initiated ritual magic and frantically scavenged every falling item around them.

If they survived, at least they wouldn’t walk away empty-handed!

Perhaps even a blood profit!

Roughly speaking, defeating a Celestial Marshal would be the sa thing!

“Ah, my stone!”

Professor Bard didn’t have ti to look inside Zhu Tang’s bag.

When he saw Zhu Tang bringing things for him to inspect, he suddenly rembered, in the lingering joy of survival, other matters.

He patted his stomach in shock and realized the bag containing the rune stone at the doorway and those precious photographs had been lost!

Since the others were fighting, they had assigned the only non-combatant, Professor Bard, to safeguard these items. It was a shared understanding that the team’s non-combat personnel should handle supplies and logistics, at least keeping an eye on things during battle.

However, as Professor Bard was halved at the waist, these items were directly scattered. Looking now at everyone’s tattered clothes, he finally rembered.

If that bag were lost, wouldn’t this expedition have been for nothing?

“It’s fine, take a look at what’s here first…”

Zhu Tang chuckled gleefully, persistently pushing the items toward Professor Bard: “You’re lucky, old man. I haven’t opened this yet, so I don’t know what’s inside either. Maybe I managed to recover your belongings…”

“They’re really back!”

Professor Bard opened the large cloth bag, and his eyes instantly lit up: “My photos… and the cara! The rune stone is here too…”

Sine chid in as he leaned closer: “This cara might be broken… Oh, this tablet looks great.

“Wait, isn’t this… Insect Amber? Is this the thing Amber Master has been looking for?”

Sine pulled out two pieces of Insect Amber from the bag.

Upon hearing this, everyone’s gaze fell upon the silent elder at the edge of the group.

Initially, everyone assud he was just a peculiar character—but after realizing the Preservation Arts he had cast fended off the shockwaves of spatial fissures and even the aftereffects of the Celestial Marshal’s attacks, they recognized how unimaginably powerful and extraordinary he was!

Yet Amber Master only waved his hands repeatedly, his attitude resolute: “I’ve said earlier, just one piece is enough for . You can divide the rest among yourselves… I don’t need any of the findings.”

True to his word.

After saying this, Amber Master still hovered on the edge of the group. Once he finished speaking, he fell silent again, quietly watching the sunset.

Sine held up a piece of Insect Amber, glancing at Professor Bard and then at Aiwass—he wanted to trade for one, but didn’t dare to voice it. After all, his mana was long exhausted, and he had essentially been carried back as extra baggage.

For an old mage proud of himself, he was now unwilling to make any requests or even had the face to.

“This, this is!”

Finally, Professor Bard grew excited, his voice trembling: “This is the core of that device—I noticed it when the Tower of Heaven shattered, the machine fragnts from the fourth layer fell out, and this was among them!”

What he cautiously lifted up was a spherical object made entirely of pure gold.

It resembled a golden apple; as for the surrounding fragnts, none had been brought back.

“This embodies the Wealth-Gathering Arts. It was originally deed a Forbidden Technique because it draws items from others’ possession… However, in the past ti plane, it doesn’t matter much; it’s not like anyone would co after to complain.”

Zhu Tang remarked languidly: “I don’t actually know what I hauled over, but they should all be high-value artifacts. With these items… split them up, it won’t be a wasted trip for everyone.”

As a downtrodden, impoverished, middle-aged man who couldn’t return ho, he was clearly not the type to buy into “adventure experiences as valuable life lessons” sorts of sentintal rhetoric. Nor was he like Baike, prioritizing intelligence over his own life.