Chapter 442: Activation: Part 2
Sawyer’s pupils shrank as she fell silent. Lin Sheng’s reaction caught her off guard, and she almost broke her disguise.
True, she did try to use all sorts of methods, the exchange of benefits to allow Elvia, who was a top member of the Holy Sanctum’s hierarchy to speak for her, and to enter the sights of those above.
But what she did not expect was her guise was seen through by Seagal the moment they met.
“You jest.” A moment later, she whispered a retort.
“You don’t need to refute me. I don’t care what your purpose is. Can your sealing abilities seal that giant arm that appeared just now?” Lin Sheng only cared about the results.
“If the Holy Sanctum fully cooperates with me, and get at least another five people with sealing bloodlines like me, it may be possible,” Sawyer answered.
“What is the price?”
“We will use all of the blood we can, and then we need to rest for at least a year.” She answered.
“I see. Can you write down the specific steps and processes needed?”
“Of course.”
The conversation at this point was very transparent.
Lin Sheng did not tarry so he let Sawyer back as he continued his previous work.
And now, he was preparing to step into the fifth Darkspirit Cavern.
This was the last of the caverns that could be located as of now. As the fourth cavern earlier had been under the Dark Lord’s reign of blood, there was no way to find any left behind ancient tomes.
So Lin Sheng was basically finding clues in the other regions of the Darkspirit Cavern.
Only that this cavern was rather far away, and needed a longer preparation time.
Lin Sheng actually had no plans to go there, as the four Darkspirit Caverns earlier to a certain extent had allowed him to consume the Darkspirit orbs every day and to gather subordinates.
But yesterday, that gigantic arm’s appearance had triggered him.
At this chaotic and dangerous times, with changes taking place every pa.s.sing day, if he were to stop improving himself, he would be surpa.s.sed by others, overtaken and then eventually, defeated.
So, to consume more Darkspirits, and to increase a large soul body, and to summon even stronger beings into existence, and improving his strength. This was what Lin Sheng had aimed for.
As for that giant hand, if the latter did not come to provoke them, then things are cool between them.
Lin Sheng did not have a messiah-complex and was too lazy to take care of nonsense that had nothing to do with him.
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Xylond.
Adolf sat on the bench piously at the Holy Sanctum headquarters as he closed his eyes to pray to the holy light.
And on the prayer dais, a tall figure in a full-length robe suddenly stopped.
“Alright, that’s all for the prayers today,” the figure rumbled.
“It’s over? Isn’t this too fast?”
“It feels like it was over too quick, and it takes forever to be selected to enter the headquarters for prayers.”
“We have been paying so much every time though…”
A group of non-staff workers that had come to pray started grumbling.
They were all rich folks all over Xylond who had paid good money to come here, and their goal was to get close to the purification field of the Holy Sanctum, for it to cure their illness and pains.
Adolf turned a deaf ear to all of the sounds around him as he closed his eyes and continued to pray until everyone had left.
And soon, it was only him left in the hall.
No one knew, however, that the old voice still continued to ring in his mind.
“So what do you plan to do? With the Hand of the Underworld appearing, that means the Dark Pantheon will appear soon. Even when the one that is coming now is just the Vanguard Wraith, Faldt, but this is no longer something us humans could fight against. Even the Three Hidden Realms, or any other organizations, they are no match for Faldt.”
The old man, who called himself a Sage of the Astral Mere, continued to speak in Adolf’s ears.
Adolf said nothing and continued to pray like usual until the end, before trained his holy powers, and only went back to his home when the sun was about to set.
Under the night sky, along the lonely street lamps illuminating the street, Adolf slowly made his way home.
“Actually, Faldt of the Dark Pantheon aside, even the Sevenlocks Tower’s power is not something all of you can fight against. Do you still intend to stay and fight along with the Holy Sanctum? Perhaps coming to the Astral Mere to hide is your best hope of avoiding the dark forces of this world.” The sage spoke again.
Adolf did not say anything and acted like he did not hear the person as he continued on.
“The power of darkness cannot be resisted, and no single organization or Hidden Realms can be compared to it. You knew since the beginning that you did not have a choice, didn’t you?” The sage said calmly.
“Yes… I never really had a choice since long ago.” Adolf finally came to a slow stop, and stood under a street lamp.
“I… I just want to enjoy whatever good times I have left with the Holy Sanctum.” His face was calm, as a revelation dawned upon him.
“So, do you choose to hide, or to look for other wielders of the Paragons of Destiny?” The sage asked.”If you choose to look, then I shall provide aid and guidance to you.”
“Then let’s look for others,” Adolf said flatly.
“As you wish.” The sage answered with a smile.
He was right all along.
It was the easiest to ascertain a person’s character during a crisis.
The reason he chose Adolf was that among all other wields of the paragons, he was the one with the biggest possibility of being a convergence point.
After thinking things through, Adolf had made his final decision.
He did not want to get the Holy Sanctum involved, and according to the sage, the forces of darkness was huge, and far beyond the likes of the Sevenlocks Tower.
So his only choice was to leave.
To leave this place he was born and raised.
Although he was reluctant, there was no other way.
Adolf then lifted his foot and continued walking, and just as he was about to leave the area where the light shone.
“Adolf.” Suddenly a voice called out to him from behind.
A lazy figure appeared out of the shadows without him knowing.
It was the Night Lord.
He actually came out for a walk!
The Night Lord who rarely came out of the sanctum headquarters after prayers, was out here for a walk?
Adolf’s eyes widened, and he was stunned for a moment.
The Night Lord was wearing pink pajamas with bear prints G.o.d knows where he got it from, he was biting skewered meat in his mouth as his large feet wore slippers and had just appeared in front of him like that.
“Good evening, Your Highness.” Adolf bowed slightly.
“Adolf,” The Night Lord’s handsome face suddenly turned serious. “If you have doubts, what you need is not prayers, it is taking the decision.”
“Yes, Your Highness,” Adolf answered.
“Remember, no matter what decision you make, the Holy Sanctum is behind you, your master is behind you. Don’t be afraid.” The Night Lord’s reminder seemed profound.
“Thank you for the reminder.” Adolf went silent and he bowed slightly as he walked past the Night Lord.
The words of the Night Lord strengthened his resolve not to involve the Holy Sanctum. He could not delay this any longer, and he had to leave here as soon as possible, or else it will be too late for regrets when the Dark Pantheon strikes.
The two then crossed each other’s path. Adolf unconsciously sped up his pace and hurried towards his home.
“Adolf…” The Night Lord’s voice rang out once again.
“Your Highness, please help me inform master, that he has no need to worry, that his disciple will not let him down,” Adolf said firmly without looking back.
The Night Lord did not answer and only turned around as he saw Adolf disappear into the night.
He had noticed Adolf was a little bit out of himself during prayers, that was why he followed him out to see what happened to this guy, but what he did not expect was Adolf seemed to want to leave.
“One by one… all of them have grown up…” He sighed.
Since Adolf had made up his mind, all he could do was to trust him.