"The order from the material world has been received, and we will be returning to our hometown in thirty minutes, ladies and gentlemen, the astral journey in Cadman City is over!"

The "Elder" of the Blood Vulture Clan, who had just finished talking with Sister Cement in the swamp forbidden area with the help of the power of Endless Mannis, and confirmed the time of return, could not hold back the joy in his heart and conveyed the good news to his people in the tattered Blood Vulture Tower.

The gloomy vampires, who had always been unsmiling and following ancient traditions, let out undisguised cheers at the arrival of the good news, like a lively celebration, in stark contrast to the dead and dark stars above their heads.

But they still knew the severity, and immediately divided their men to deliver the good news to all the big and small forces in the city.

Such news is undoubtedly uplifting at this moment, and most importantly, after nine months of wandering in the astral plane, the city has reached its limits, no matter how much it persists, and it is time for some real good news to bring out the last vestiges of strength in the bodies of the city's inhabitants to prepare for the problems that will come with returning to the physical world.

"Where is the Courier?"

After sending someone to deliver the news, the vampire elder asked his most trusted heir beside him.

The thin, black-robed, gloomy vampire wasn't really the elder of the family, and the elders of the Vulture Clan had all been sent by Sarokdal to "form" part of the Mother of Midnight.

Before Cadman City was sent to the Star Plane, this guy was just an ordinary Grand Duke's personal guard, but after entering the Star Plane, he became the highest status among the surviving vampires and the closest to the source of the bloodline.

The name of elder was given as a result, but to be honest, it was not a good job.

Being "added to the yellow robe" in a bad environment means that the person concerned basically does not enjoy any taste of power, and must devote himself to the cause of self-help.

To be honest, if it weren't for some unexpected factors, this old vampire would have given up a long time ago, and traditional vampires are not a noble species willing to sacrifice everything for duty.

When asked by the elders, his heir immediately replied:

"Mr. Norman is still repeating what he had been doing the other day, the silent witch hunter with a penchant for hunting, and he is now in the dark alleys of Fink Street, where the bastards who obey the Twilight cult are located."

"Just him?"

The elder blinked and said:

"Isn't there anyone else following?"

"Several groups of Avalons in the civilian area are his staunch followers."

The heir replied with a little headache:

"After that guy spread the news that the Sanctuary of Avalon was rebuilt in Transasia, many of the civilians have converted to the gods of nature in the past few days, and if it's just an ordinary conversion, it's okay to do it, but Elder, you know the situation in the city very well.

When everyone has been desperate for months, the sudden arrival of someone from outside and the hope of salvation will be indescribable.

We may have to figure out how the Order of Avalon is expanding through the city every minute, and the God of Nature is also mad, and he really does give power to those fanatical converts!

They got some strange seeds, even in the astral plane, they can take root and sprout, it only takes one night to grow breadfruit, one fruit can feed a person, but it tastes terrible, in short, they have begun to take the initiative to preach by this hand.

But this is our vampire city! ”

"I haven't seen you say this responsibly in the past few months, this is our city."

The elder, who was already emaciated from maintaining this mess, complained:

"Is this because you know that you are about to return, so you plan to do something in advance to show the family your value? Don't bother! The information revealed by Lord Norman has already shown that the only place in common between the rebuilt family and the blood vulture in our memories is that name, and that we will be confronted with a completely new situation when we return.

And how do you know breadfruit tastes bad?

Are you planning to convert to Avalon? ”

"I do."

The heir pursed his lips and said,

"The gods of nature don't want us either, it's just that my blood servant brought me back a fruit last night as a tribute, and I've kicked that guy out of the inner city. As a blood servant, it is a shame to beg for food from the servants of the god of nature! ”

"Shut up, don't talk about the gods so casually in the future."

The elder scolded, then thought for a moment and said:

"You have to pick some elite soldiers from the people of the inner city to support Mr. Norman's liquidation of the Dusk Servants, as fast as possible! Thirty minutes must be solved, and I don't want to return to the physical world to show Grand Duke Tris that the city we've struggled to maintain is full of rats hiding in the dark. ”

"It's easy, Elder."

The heir said:

"Those bastards can't fool the rest of the city, isn't the city protected by an unknown greatness?"

"Let's get to work."

The vampire elder didn't bother to discuss the issue, and after banishing his heir, he returned to his room with his untidy robe.

This is probably the only perk that a city manager can enjoy during this time of catastrophe.

His room in the Blood Vulture Tower used to belong to Salokdal, and it was luxuriously decorated, not to mention, the collection in the room alone was priceless, and there was no hope in the past, so these expensive things were not even as good as a wonderful blood food, but now that they were about to return, these collections and the room itself were valuable.

The Elder intends to clean up the place again.

When the Grand Duke of the New Vulture and the Lord Murphy came to inspect the city, they made it their place to stay.

But there is something more important waiting for the elders.

He cautiously closed the door, strode to a simple shrine in front of the fireplace in the room, fell to his knees in the body of a vampire like the most sincere believer, his hands folded on his chest, he closed his eyes and whispered as before:

"O great and quiet Mother of Midnight, this city that you have sheltered for so long is about to take a turn of events, enlighten your faithful that we ought to inform your fellow citizens of the material world of your existence?

After all, vampires who have never been paid attention to by the gods now have their own gods, and I know how shocking and terrifying the repercussions can be when I think about it with my wings.

God, please enlighten me who is dull. ”

He acts like a very devout person, but because the vampire has not had a relationship with the gods even a dime since the beginning of the era, this has caused the vampire elder to be pious but his prayers have no rituals to speak of.

Just as people can't describe colors they haven't seen, and devout vampires don't know how to communicate with their gods, phew, the words "piety" and "vampire" are really unappetizing when put together.

But there was not the slightest hint of response or inspiration coming back from the shrine.

This is not an accident.

Ever since the fearless Avalon Emissary had crossed the astral plane to Cadman City to bring news of the physical world to the city, the shrine and the power behind it had fallen silent, seemingly fulfilling its mission, leaving the blessed city as quietly as it had appeared.

The Vampire Elder waited patiently for a few minutes, and knew that his prayers had failed again without any response, and he couldn't help but wonder if all the power he had seen and been exposed to in the past nine months was just a groundless fantasy in his mind out of despair.

But one thing is for sure!

Cadman City was able to drift through the astral plane for nine months without being sent into subspace by the Twilight Cultists to become an abomination, and it was not because of the protection of those two layers of Serenade Barrier.

The city has been watched by some force for some time, and this is the main reason why their group of astral wanderers have survived until now.

"Alas"

The elder stood up and patted the dust off his body, and then glanced at the abstract shrine that he had made with his own hands, and he pouted and said:

"So, the lack of enlightenment from the gods means that I need to make up my own mind about this matter, and it is not good that our vampires will be purged as heretics. Hmm, is that the pressure of the chief's decision-making?

It's no wonder that Sarokdal used to be gloomy and unable to show even the slightest smile, but it was also very difficult to lead this kind of thing to look at the scenery.

Fortunately, it's okay, now that someone is finally willing to take this bad plate, I finally don't have to smash it in my hands. ”

——

In a jubilant city that knows that it is about to return to the material world, deep in the dark alley outside Fink Street, old Norman, who has remade himself an iron mask, is fighting in this twisted and broken land with his fanatical followers.

The spatial system of the dark alleys in front of me has been completely shattered, like a labyrinth.

This is one of the after-effects of the city's erosion by the power of the astral plane, in fact, the entire Cadman City was torn apart before it fell into the astral plane, and at this time it was like plasticine kneaded together with a special structure that mortal brains could not understand, similar to the spatial fragmentation structure of the dark alley in front of him, which was everywhere in the city.

If this thing is called a "small secret realm", then the number of small secret realms in Cadman City is at least more than a hundred.

Most of them are places that no one should enter, and the devil knows what kind of danger lurks deep in the labyrinth of these broken spaces, after all, this city has been drifting in the astral realm for nine months, and no one will be surprised if even a stellar lava monitor lizard jumps out of a secret realm.

However, the area where Norman was at this time was more important.

The base camp of the cultists in the city who couldn't resist despair and obeyed the lure of dusk was here, and it stands to reason that in the environment of Cadman City, the number of people captured by despair should be very large, but after Norman's field visit in the past few days, he unexpectedly found that there were not many cultists in the city.

While most of the people were indeed desperate, they refused to bow down to the Cult of World Destruction.

It's not that the people of Cadman City are so magnificent, it's purely because there are traces of their minds being guided, and there is some kind of force that prevents them from joining the twilight.

This phenomenon alone made Norman feel a tingling in his scalp.

Such a large-scale, short-term, and unnoticed spiritual guidance is definitely the handiwork of a certain god! It's no wonder Cadman City has been able to hold out in the Astral Drift for so long, it's not just a mortal miracle.

The question now is which God is secretly supporting?

With this question in mind, Norman silently walked forward in the shattered space.

He still has the wounds left by the plane rift when he fell into the astral plane and the scars caused by those secondary burns, perhaps the power of the astral plane is taking effect, in short, Norman's injuries healed quickly, but there was a strange astral glimmer near the wound.

He could feel the power of the astral plane changing him.

And it's not just himself, but now the fanatical followers who are following him to exterminate the cultists have similar traces.

After adapting to the Celestial Foul Psionic Powers, they were permanently altered, with some people's pupils starting to glow, others having unique colors in their hair, and some of them having natural runes and tattoos on their skin, giving them all sorts of strange powers.

It's as strange as the existence of the astral plane itself.

It's hard to say whether this change is good or bad, but one thing is for sure, the people of Cadman City can no longer be simply reduced to human beings, and they are transforming into another creature. According to the old religion, it is called "sub-race", just like the sub-race in some remote islands in the Misty Sea.

"They're hiding in front!"

A young boy with black claws on his hands shouted, causing Norman and the remaining zealots to immediately draw their weapons, and before they could step into the debris space where the cultists were entrenched, they heard the sound of wings flapping behind them.

Norman turned around to see hundreds of vampires in the alley behind him, heavily armed.

The presence of these guys irritates the astral fanatics of Avalon, who scream and turn their weapons on the vampires behind them.

This kind of confrontation would have been unimaginable in Cadman City before, but nine months of suffering had already detonated the conflict between humans and vampires, and the relationship between the two sides was not good at this time.

There has been a fragile peace between them for some time, and confrontations between humans and vampires have erupted sporadically.

"Lay down your weapons, we're here to help on behalf of the Blood Vulture Clan! The Elder also didn't want the city to return to Translancia with a shipload of bilge rats, and the filth that was born in the astral plane should remain in the starry graveyard forever. ”

The vampire clutched his sword and shouted, Norman stared at him, and held out his hand to signal the fanatics beside him to quiet down.

He said in a dumb voice:

"You guys. . . It doesn't represent the Blood Vulture Clan! It doesn't even represent Transancia! But we will not refuse your help, let's go separately, you go to the left, we are on the right, there are still ten minutes to return to the material world, and there is not enough time left for us.

So take care of your paws and don't stir things up! ”

This tough stance upset some of the vampires, but the matter was at stake, so the two sides quickly teamed up to fight into the stronghold of the Servants of Dusk.

However, no particularly fierce fighting broke out, after all, the thorns who dared to operate openly in the city in the past few days have been burned at the stake, and those who remain here are a group of cowards who believe in annihilation.

It is said that under the circumstance that the mysterious force deliberately guides and stops them, these guys will actually bow their heads to the dusk, which shows how unfirm these miscellaneous wills are, they are all a group of insects riding horses!

Even if such a person devotes himself to the great cause of destroying the world, it is difficult for him to make real achievements.

However, Norman was keenly aware that the vampires also had some dark stars on their wings when they spread their wings, and some of the vampires used psionic energy with a strong astral aura, although these pretentious guys were well hidden, there was no doubt that they were also permanently changed by the astral plane, just like the city

But what to do with them is something that Lord Murphy and Grand Duke Triss need to consider.

Norman swung his sword and slashed to death a Twilight cultist whose body had twisted and mutated, and he had a hidden problem in his mind that needed to be solved.

They had already said goodbye to Potter before, and now they must have thought they were hanging, but how to explain it when they reappeared in front of them?

Alas, it's a headache.

Does Potter think he's a coward?

Old Norman looked back a little helplessly, he wanted to ask about his daughter, like a habit for a long time in the past, but when he looked back, he saw only the broken space behind him.

The illusion of his own daughter disappeared.

The moment she fell into the astral plane, she never appeared again.

Maybe it was the astral realm that interfered with his thinking, maybe it was because the knots of the past were untied in the fire and body, or maybe he actually died once, and he had already completed the reunion with his family in the interval of that death.

But he can't stay in the kingdom of Avalon, he hasn't completed the mission given by the gods, and he has to continue walking until the moment when this journey of life ends forever.

Alas, the world is terrible!

Not even a veteran who has lived enough cannot be allowed to quietly self-destruct.

So, fuck that shameless nosy stupid goatman! When I go back, I have to give it a good look.

Yes.

Wait for yourself to return to the world from this dream of death.

(End of chapter)