It’s like staring at the blizzard from the warmth of a house, like watching the raging storm outside from the dryness of a room.
Precisely because of the fear that such destruction could befall oneself, when witnessing such destruction firsthand and not a bit of harm reaches oneself,
A sort of fear and ’sense of security’ from the very marrow, starts to madly grow in the hearts of all the residents of Xiahui City when the first fragnt is blocked.
"Is this the shield of our city..."
Before entering the underground shelter, a father looked up at the firecloud rising at the entrance, holding his daughter and murmured, "Not a single tremor... only the sound..."
"This is Xiahui City... our city..."
In the most dangerous crisis, when facing the greatest fear of death, no matter who it is, they would be grateful to the hero standing before them.
But now, Xiahui City does not have such a specific hero.
This city is shelter itself.
Adalbert didn’t know that because of the shield he supported, the people of this city finally developed a sense of identity for their city that goes beyond re love.
He only knew that just blocking that one fragnt made his head feel like it was about to explode.
"Ha—"
Blood burst from his eyes, air expelled from his lungs, and at this mont Adalbert finally understood why Ian had always told him that his spirit had reached the realm of the Third Energy Level...
Nonsense, if his spirit wasn’t that resilient at the Third Energy Level, how could he possibly withstand the backlash of tens of Shelter Towers on his own?!
I’m really strong after all! But it still feels not quite enough!
Quickly, allowing no more thought for Adalbert, a larger fragnt, wrapped in burning red flas, slanted downwards.
——Boom!!!!!!
At this instant, the golden-red shield covering half the city’s sky flickered as if with a loose connection, transforming from solid to illusory, causing everyone’s hearts to involuntarily clench.
But nonetheless, as a gigantic mushroom cloud rose, countless shockwaves tilted outward along the shield’s direction.
The shield, though much more illusory now, still existed, shakily hanging on!
This second larger fragnt, was ultimately blocked by the exertion of Adalbert controlling the Shelter Tower array!
But continuously dealing with these two attacks comparable to Third Energy Level strikes has already caused smoke overload at so of the Shelter Towers scattered across Xiahui City.
Ian indeed foresaw the catastrophe and exerted all effort to improve the technology in this area, but the Shelter Array was developed less than half a year ago, and reaching this level is already the limit, no matter how optimized.
But... there’s still one more fragnt.
——It’s enough, already good enough.
Amidst the snow clouds arriving, Ian has already reached a mountain peak closest to Xiahui City.
He is now reaching into emptiness, conjuring a massive frost vortex in mid-air to extinguish the fuel fire rain still burning aloft.
——Let that fragnt fall, even if it destroys so houses and wrecks districts, not a single one of the previously evacuated citizens will die, this is already the greatest success.
With Ian’s strength, even if a skyship fragnt sets half the city ablaze, he can extinguish all flas in an instant.
And the process of rebuilding the city is also a process of reconsolidating solidarity... when the toppled towers are rebuilt, people will unite as one!
Ian doesn’t mind accepting ’less-than-perfect endings’.
But today, Adalbert refuses to accept any outco other than the ’best ending’.
At this mont, the forr Deceased Monarch, with sowhat scattered vision, hears the voices of many Lost Souls from the ’Heart of Terra’.
Voices of concern and worry.
[Our King...]
Through the power of the Heart of Terra, the souls softly speak: [You indeed still need our help]
[We just can’t rest easy]
"You all..."
At this mont, Adalbert can still think, he gazes in stupor at the many white soul apparitions floating before him, murmuring: "I’m fighting here with all I’ve got right now because I don’t want you to continue facing such a fate..."
"I don’t want to beco a monarch who uses the power of lost souls for his own benefit... this world doesn’t need emperors and monarchs..."
[This is different, our King]
In the exchange of souls, ti seems to stand still, the lost souls smilingly say to the deceased monarch: [The first ti, we were powerless with no choice, hence grief and lant, hence hatred and resentnt]
[But this ti... King]
[This ti, it’s our own choice]
[We want to help you]
The entire secret of Spirit Energy originates from this point.
A wise life, a mind, ’wants to do sothing’.
Sincerely wants, wholeheartedly wants.
Eternally wants, never gives up wanting.
This ’thought’ is a ’direction’.
A ’power’.
Its na is ’Spirit Energy’—coming from the Great Aether Circulation, responding to all desires and dreams with power!
At this very mont, in the hearts of Adalbert and the many souls, they are sincerely thinking about one thing.
"I want to beco his/their strength."
Thus, the power surges forth.
From the multitude of souls and their Monarch!
The Heart of Terra shone a silvery-white brilliance, the cold sun shone brightly.
User Comments
0 comments from readers