In the following days, the City of Chaos truly lived up to its na, with the situation growing ever more chaotic.
The ancient Xenos, who had previously remained secluded, began to appear one after another, causing undercurrents throughout the city.
During this ti, Aster Grant inford Crystal Winslow of all the materials needed for the Ebon-Frost Ice Phoenix’s upgrade.
And, under the pretense of his own needs, asked her to pass on the request to The Winslow Family for help in the search.
Upon hearing Aster Grant’s request, Crystal Winslow almost didn’t hesitate and agreed imdiately:
"No problem, I will notify my father right away to search with all his might!"
Her expression was solemn and incredibly serious.
After all, this was one of the rare requests Aster Grant had actively made; she was determined to fulfill it no matter what.
Seeing Crystal Winslow agree, Aster Grant felt sowhat relieved.
Although these materials were quite difficult to find, The Winslow Family is, after all, one of the four ancient clans in Draconia...
Even if they couldn’t gather all three evolution materials for the Ebon-Frost Ice Phoenix, finding one or two shouldn’t be a big problem!
After arranging matters with Crystal Winslow satisfactorily...
Sally rushed over, holding a pile of organized intelligence reports.
"Master Aster, Master Crystal, this is the intelligence the Cat Clan has recently gathered, regarding the new Xenos arrivals in the City of Chaos."
Her gaze lingered montarily on Lady Lazuli and Luna, then she lowered her voice:
"Among them, the strongest are those from the sa races as Lady Lazuli and Lady Luna... the Angel Race and the Ghost Race!"
"The Angel Race?"
Aster Grant frowned slightly, instinctively turning his gaze towards Lady Lazuli.
Lady Lazuli’s expression montarily froze.
During this ti, she had been deliberately avoiding matters related to the Angel Race, but that didn’t an she had completely forgotten about the Seraphim.
It was just because her current power was weak...
She didn’t want to dwell on it, but upon hearing the words "Angel Race" again, a trace of worry flashed through her eyes.
Aster Grant keenly perceived her emotions, gently placing a hand on her shoulder in comfort:
"Lazuli, once we break through to the Monarch Level, we will imdiately head to the Angel Race."
Hearing Aster Grant’s voice, Lady Lazuli took a deep breath and nodded, the worry in her eyes slightly diminishing.
Thinking too much now wouldn’t help; focusing on strengthening herself was the best choice.
After comforting Lady Lazuli, Aster Grant turned his gaze to Luna.
As for the Ghost Race...
"Luna, is your Ghost Race also interested in the Human Race’s Divine Pattern?"
Luna shook her head in confusion.
Just then, Veridia erged from the Beastbond Space, kneeling reverently on one knee:
"Master, regarding this matter, I might know a thing or two."
"The Ghost Race rarely leaves their territory, unless... so treasure appeared that could redy our fatal flaws."
The flaw of the Ghost Race?
Aster Grant recalled Veridia’s attributes, nodding thoughtfully.
From Veridia’s attributes, one could discern the clue...
The Ghost Race’s Spiritual Attribute was astonishingly low.
Even for a special existence like Veridia, her Spiritual Attribute is only 2000 points; ordinary Ghosts are likely even weaker.
According to Veridia, the Ghost Race appeared this ti to make up for their shortcomings.
This ans there are items within the Divine Realm capable of enhancing the Spiritual Attribute.
As for the Spiritual Attribute...
Aster Grant’s gaze unconsciously turned towards Vera.
Although this little girl always seed indifferent, he could feel...
The fleeting sense of loss in Vera’s eyes every ti she saw Lady Lazuli.
For those in combat-type Tad Beasts, who could bear always being the weaker one?
With this in mind, Aster Grant had already made up his mind:
No matter how fierce the competition in the Divine Realm could be, besides the Divine Pattern, this item that could enhance spiritual power...
He was determined to get it!
Having made his decision, Aster Grant only then noticed Veridia still maintaining her kneeling position.
Looking at this stubborn Ghost girl, a wry smile flashed through his eyes.
It had been a few days, yet Veridia still hadn’t changed at all.
"Veridia, stand up. You don’t have to do this next ti!"
"As you command, Master."
Veridia respectfully got up, her movents precise and ticulous.
Aster Grant knew his words just now...were probably said in vain again!
However...
He suddenly had a stroke of inspiration.
"Veridia, how about you teach so combat skills?"
Currently, his various attributes were not inferior to any Beastbond!
Learning so combat skills could yield considerable combat strength.
Moreover, after breaking through to the Commander Level, a Beast Tar no longer rely serves an auxiliary role.
Upon acquiring a Domain, a Beast Tar also possesses formidable combat abilities.
On the other hand, having Veridia teach him combat skills could also quickly close the distance between him and this Ghost girl!
Hearing Aster Grant’s request, Veridia imdiately answered respectfully:
"As you command, Master!"
Having recognized Aster Grant as her Master, the stronger the Master beca, the more beneficial it would be for her.
Therefore, she decided:
To train her Master by the most stringent standards.
When Aster Grant t Veridia’s gaze filled with a hint of excitent, a sudden chill ran down his spine.
An ominous premonition crept into his heart.
It’s just training, it should...
Be fine, right!
....
anwhile.
At the highest point of the City of Chaos.
Two pure white figures stood against the wind, overlooking the entire city below.
"Miss Muffy, within the territory of the Human Race, we should maintain a low profile."
The Seraphim Justiciar warned cautiously.
However.
The blonde girl snorted coldly.
The night wind lifted her waterfall-like long hair, and her gilded eyes were full of disdain and arrogance.
"The lowly Human Race, are they worthy of being compared with us?"
Seeing this, the Justiciar sighed secretly.
This young lady is different from Michael Miller!
She is a genius with Half-step Myth Level talent, even before the Seraph had taken control...
Her status was only second to the forr Seraph Princess Lazuli.
It is for this reason that she grew up so arrogant and self-important.
But after all, she is the daughter of the Clan Leader, so the Justiciar still cautiously spoke:
"But Michael Miller’s fall seems to be related to the Human Race, so..."
"If a waste dies, then they die!"
Muffy abruptly interrupted with a sharp tone, a glint of coldness in her eyes.
"To lose the Angel’s Treasure even in death, he was less than a waste!"
"You... You are right."
The Justiciar wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
In the entire clan, probably only this young lady dared to so unscrupulously comnt on Michael Miller, the Clan Scion.
However...
If she weren’t disinterested in power, the position of Clan Leader wouldn’t have fallen upon Michael Miller.
"Have the Ghost Race’s movents been clarified?"
At the ntion of serious matters, the Justiciar imdiately straightened his back and remarked solemnly:
"Yes, clarified. Their target does not conflict with ours."
"The Ghost Race ca here for the Soulspring within the Divine Realm."
"Very good."
Muffy’s cold deanor slightly eased.
After all, as a race as ancient as the Angels, the Ghost Race’s combat power can’t be underestimated.
"Since the Ghost Race’s target is different from ours, then the Ultimate Fire within the Divine Realm, I must acquire it!"
ntioning the Ultimate Fire, a glimr of desire flashed in Muffy’s eyes.
Seraphs are born with true flas in their bloodlines, but what about the Seraph Legion?
Nothing at all!
This innate gap has always put the Seraphs one step ahead.
Even though the Seraphs are history now, the humiliation brought by that golden fla, she can never forget!
As long as she obtains the Ultimate Fire...
Not only can she wash away her sha, but more importantly...
Absorbing the Ultimate Fire could very possibly allow her to reach true Myth Level talent!
Everything is ready now, just waiting for the Human Race’s Divine Realm to open.
"Let’s go!"
Upon hearing this, the Justiciar felt as if he was granted amnesty.
In these brief monts, several Monarch Level spiritual senses had already swept past this place.
If it weren’t for his Monarch Peak spiritual power concealing them, the two would have probably been discovered by now.
Before leaving, he hesitated to remind:
"Miss, should we investigate the truth behind Michael Miller’s fall..."
"No need." Muffy chuckled coldly, her wings suddenly spreading wide, "When Father finds ti..."
"The re Human Race, we shall slaughter them all!"
"As you wish, Miss!"
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