Chapter 102 - The Scourge! Siege Begins! (1/2)
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
[Countdown to the Scourge Siege: 4 hours, 53 minutes, 34 seconds.]
After meditating in the room for a few hours, Link completely regained his energy and returned to his peak state. Then, he abruptly opened his eyes.
A cold light flashed in those profound eyes as if a sword shadow was floating within.
Link could already faintly feel the world’s energy fluctuations becoming chaotic. This was the portent of the siege war’s start!
A blood-colored world appeared in front of Link—it was the Dragon City of his previous life.
In this life, Link would not let such a scene appear again!
Link walked out of the room and climbed up the tall and dark city gate tower.
The world was dark, and a faint roar of thunder sounded in the distance… This was the sound of the expanding space cracks.
The space cracks would be completely penetrated after four hours, and the Scourge would descend!
The Scourge was a nightmare that would sweep through the world!
Link was silent, and his eyes were extremely cold. His white robe fluttered loudly in the wind that suddenly became swift!
Like a banner.
Under the city.
Unfallen City’s countless citizens raised their heads in silence, looking at Link’s upright and determined back view.
His figure was like a long spear pointing directly at the sky, suddenly causing hope to rise in their hearts and blood to boil in their bodies!
They would be following behind this young man to confront the monsters that would come and attack the city. They were not afraid, even though they might die!
…
As the countdown to the siege decreased little by little.
The atmosphere in the entire world was also becoming more and more depressing. It pressed heavily on people’s chests, almost suffocating them.
On Blue Star, Unfallen City wasn’t only the city that existed. In fact, beginning on the fifth day of the apocalyptic world, Evolvers had begun building cities one after another.
Some were camps for survivors that were built based on original buildings, and some were also real cities recognized by heaven and earth after using a [City Building Token].
Former Mingxi City, now Bright Sun City.
In the majestic city hall.
A majestic man sat high on the city lord’s throne. His facial features were hard-lined like they were carved with a knife. Even though he wasn’t angry, he still gave off a mighty and oppressive pressure.
He was Ou Mingcheng, the Temple of Light’s Lord.
He looked at the Temple of Light Elders’ firm expressions and spoke indifferently. “The apocalypse descends, everything restarts, and the wheel of fate turns again. There are people who are born to be kings, and some who occupy land as bandits. We only hope that the Light will be eternal.”
The Temple of Light Elders all bowed their heads, silently carrying out the rituals belonging to the Temple of Light.
“May the Light be eternal; may the Gods protect us!”
Everyone chanted in unison. At this moment, even Ou Chen—who frequently behaved improperly—was also extremely solemn.
He has gone through the second baptism, and his current aura had even reached Stage Four!
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Bai Yujing—this was a city built by Taoist powerhouses.
On the towering walls.
An old man with a white beard sat cross-legged with a young man. Both of them wore dark-blue robes, had an ethereal presence, and profound eyes. The auras exuding from them were also extremely extraordinary!
The old man looked at the depressed world outside the city and smiled freely. “It is said that Taoist priests in troubled times would come down from the mountains to save the world. But my understanding of the Daoism arts is unfortunately very shallow. In the end, I am unable to save the world.”
“Oh well, I shall at least keep this city safe then.”
The young man’s eyes were firm. “The Immeasurable Tianzun1.”
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Pure Land.
An old monk—who wore a red robe and held a meditation staff—silently recited scriptures on the top of the city wall. As he chanted, golden Sanskrit characters seemed to light up around the city and float up.
As the golden Sanskrit characters flashed, the city faintly glowed with a golden halo, making it appear more sturdy.
Next to the old monk was a young monk in white clothes with his hands clasped together. The young monk was staring at the growing cracks in the distance.
He frowned slightly and spoke with a low voice. “Buddhism doesn’t only have benevolent Bodhisattvas but also fierce guardians with the means of eliminating demons!”
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The countless survivors on Blue Star were all waiting for the last moment’s arrival with nervous, depressed, or perturbed feelings.