662: Chapter 610: Ian, 16 years old, is the Deceased Monarch (5800, Chapter 1) 662: Chapter 610: Ian, 16 years old, is the Deceased Monarch (5800, Chapter 1) Looking out from the central hills of the Avak Domain, one could see the pitch-black Western Mountain Range.
The silhouettes of clouds mingled with the daylight, and as the stars and moon disappeared, heralding the arrival of dawn, it also marked the darkest mont before the sun would truly rise.
Surrounded by woods, not even a single ray of light could be seen around the Central Research Laboratory of Avak.
But the instant Ian and Adalbert stepped out of the Subspace Labyrinth, wisps of pale blue Spiritual Fire began to spread from their bodies.
That was how the nurous souls that comprised the ‘Deceased Monarch’ adapted to the real world.
Within re seconds, the faces of the Ghost Valley Knight and Adalbert turned from pale to ruddy, looking more alive, and their blood-red eyes gradually faded to their natural color.
With black hair and dark eyes, the Ghost Valley Knight appeared, while Adalbert, having endured the Dead Lord’s Power for longer, had hair that turned to an aged grey.
However, his eyes were an extrely attractive light gold, and one could even see the clear lines in his pupils.
The strength of the Lost Souls receded and could not be maintained constantly like in the Domain of Void or the Subspace Labyrinth.
Normally, they even needed the Dead Lord’s help to draw in Spirit Substance…
but this was the norm, as the Lost Souls were not tools of the Dead Lord’s Power but subjects in need of protection.
Ian could sense that the silver core chip on his forehead had solidified, forming a diamond-shaped structure beneath his skin – just like the one on Adalbert’s head, where the Lost Souls typically resided.
“The business at the laboratory is over…
but our business is not yet finished.”
Glancing sideways, Ian spoke seriously to Adalbert, who was still sowhat dazed, “With the collapse of the Subspace Labyrinth, those at the Fourth Power Level may not be able to make it in ti.
Duke of Solin will probably hold them off for a while, but we actually don’t have much ti to waste.”
“Let’s go to Azure City and et up with the Huai Guang Rescue Team…
Rember, your current identity is a ‘volunteer from the Huai Guang Church,’ a mountain person from South Ridge.”
Although Adalbert currently had a dumbfounded expression, Ian was not worried about him failing to understand.
Disguising an identity wasn’t difficult, and with the help of Glorious Sword and the others, there was no need for concern in this regard.
Scanning the surroundings, Ian, carrying Adalbert, dashed toward the direction of Azure City.
On their way, there were no phantasms, and no magical beasts, ensuring a smooth journey.
It was on this path that Ian gradually shed the various disguises on his body.
First to go was the Earth Elent and frost on the Entangling Void Armor, as the rock-like outer armor peeled off in chunks, revealing the underlying layer that already had considerable damage.
Then ca the color of the hair and the face…
At first, Adalbert wondered if the Ghost Valley Knight was experiencing after-effects of the Dead Lord, thinking, ‘But he hasn’t held the Dead Lord’s Power as long as I have, so why would his hair suddenly turn so white?’ But soon, his eyes widened in shock as he saw the knight transform into another person, a young man with white hair who looked even more attractive.
The white-haired, green-eyed young man turned his head and gave a small smile.
His bright, gentle gaze was completely different from the enigmatic dark eyes of the Ghost Valley Knight, radiating an indescribable warmth and affability.
Adalbert blanked out for a mont but quickly realized what was happening.
[This?!]
Adalbert ventured a difficult guess: [Could it be that this is a hidden identity of yours, Ghost Valley Knight…]
“You’ve got it backward.”
Ian shook his head indifferently as he shifted his gaze upward to the ongoing battle in the sky.
The thunder and flashes continued, signifying that Michael was still entangled with the Tianhong King.
However, it was Michael who was gaining the upper hand, as the second sun’s light was about to completely penetrate the rain clouds, thoroughly dissipating the Rain Serpent Draconic Heart Light Formation.
“This is my true identity.
Less than a handful of people know it, and you are now one of them.”
Turning back, Ian looked at Michael, who had a serious look and was on the verge of swearing an oath of secrecy for Ian.
He chuckled lightly, “Don’t worry too much, or get tense, no one will co and ask you ‘Is Ian a disciple of Hiliard?’ They can’t even begin to fathom this possibility.”
“We are simply two people from the Huai Guang Rescue Team who get along better, nothing more.”
Adalbert nodded slowly, still stunned by the revelation.
It was beyond his imagination that the Ghost Valley Knight, with whom he had fought side by side and defeated Viscount Awak, conversing rrily with Duke of Solin, was actually a youth from the White Folks who seed very young, likely not yet of age or just barely so…
With that thought, he suddenly confronted an even more terrifying question.
[Ian…
How old are you?]
“Sixteen, just had my birthday.”
Noticing the perfectly dumbstruck expression on the other’s face, Ian reassured him, “Don’t worry, I’m of age.
I have the right to wear Armored Clothing and act independently.
It won’t raise suspicions.”
“Moreover, I am officially enrolled with The Empire.
I’ll give you my contact later, and when you have ti, ask the Huai Guang folks to help you get in touch with .”
——Is it really a question of being of age or not?!
Adalbert’s pupils shook, as his question was not about that at all—what he wanted to ask about was Ian’s strength!
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