The mont Anthony rose to beco the Internal Supervisor of Ministers, he began secretly training his own forces.
Even though he was only in charge of the civil officials, he was still clear that this was a world ruled by strength and martial might. No one can change this fact. If he wanted to stay in his current position for a few more years, he had to have his own forces.
Flowing Sand has been established for twenty years now.
They had accomplished countless tasks for Anthoover in these twenty years, allowing him to hold a supervisory position stably.
Of course...
There were tis when they had failed him.
But they have never failed him like a few days ago.
Therefore Anthony was irritated. This irritation had exceeded the ti when his cousin was killed, basically touching his reverse scale.
It was mostly due to those words of warning.
Within the Capital City, he was considered the highest authority except for the King. Perhaps there were so very strong people about but Maxwell was a nobody. He had no status or strong background since Anthony had investigated all eighteen generations of the Gillette Household.
He was nothing more than a bumpkin from a remote village.
Since soone wanted to protect Maxwell, Anthony wanted to kill him even more to smack the face of the person behind the scenes.
Therefore, he had Bjorn who was undergoing closed-door seclusion to exit.
Bjorn, the King of Flowing Sand.
He was a powerful expert whom Anthony personally grood. In the twenty-sothing years of Flowing Sand, he has never failed a single mission. This was the reason why he was known as the King of Flowing Sand.
Nightti.
Bjorn brought a small squad of Flowing Sand mbers towards the Forbidden Grounds that was about 800 kilotres from the Capital City.
At the entrance to the Forbidden Grounds, Bjorn hesitated for a brief mont before shouting: "Enter!"
There was a sign of hesitation from those behind him.
One of them said: "Head, this place is the Forbidden Grounds. Even experts at the Ancestor rank won’t dare to randomly enter without a good reason. What if that person isn’t inside? Isn’t it too risky for us to go in just like that?"
"That’s right. We aren’t afraid of death but our death must be for a worthwhile cause."
"If we enter just like that and those deceased souls of the devil race entangle us, I’m afraid it would be difficult for us to escape."
"It’s still fine if we’re talking about the deceased souls of the devil race. Have you guys forgotten that there’s a devil race wraith called Sovereign Bloodfiend? His primordial spirit is still inside. Even though it has suffered a serious injury, it’s been 10,000 years already so who knows if it has recovered or not. If it has recovered, not to ntion Ancestor rankers, even an expert at the Venerate rank would not be his opponent. Head, how about we just wait outside here for him?"
"We could just sit back and wait. If he is in there, he will naturally die upon exiting. If he isn’t in there, our group doesn’t have to take the risk."
The group echoed their approval.
Bjorn’s eyes turned serious as his brows ford a faint frown. Looking at the gloomy entrance and the constant devilish energy surging out, his heart showed so hesitation. Just like his group said – what would they do if that kid wasn’t inside?
A short while later...
Bjorn shouted: "Set up a formation and wait for him to co out!"
"Yes!"
Several dark figures darted off. Each of their location was very hidden and in a strange place.
This was their Flowing Sand’s killing formation!
Everyone’s eyes were locked onto the entrance. As long as soone exits the place, they would imdiately be slaughtered!
Bjorn stepped closer and looked at the entrance. The inky dark devilish energy looked like it wanted to devour everything from heaven and earth. He then stopped and suddenly leapt up and disappeared from the spot. Even his aura drifted away with the wind and couldn’t be sensed any longer.
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Inside the forbidden grounds.
John was half lying on the ground. It was unknown where he found a long piece of grass from but it was dangling out from the corner of his mouth. He was chewing and sucking on it like it was a tasty treat, and would occasionally glance up at Maxwell. He then muttered to himself in an annoyed manner: "This kid is making watch him kill spectres one at a ti. What is he trying to do?"
"It’s been eight days already and it’s the sa thing over and over again."
"I think this kid is gonna go nuts soon!"
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Eight days.
After a full eight days, Maxwell had been cleaning up the specters non-stop. This ti, the circular pattern he was making was even bigger than the one last ti. The specters asleep within it were packed even more densely than before and one couldn’t see where it ended.
Maxwell killed another spectre and surveyed around him. Seeing all the spectres inside the circle, he said to himself happily: "This ti there’s at least 300,000 of them. Add the ones from before and there’s definitely going to be more than 500,000 devil race deceased soul points!"
"Heh heh..."
"Becoming A Devil... I’ll definitely complete the quest!"
Dual occupations were extrely attractive to anyone.
If he were able to attain the dual occupations, Maxwell’s strength would improve by leaps and bounds. This soon-to-be reward would be capital for him to steamroll over Peter Wesley!
"Hey kid..."
"It’s been eight days already so are you done with whatever you’re doing?"
"We should head back if you cannot level up to level 6 King rank. This barren place doesn’t have wine to drink nor at to eat, and it’s annoying the hell out of " said the irritated John. He lifted up the wine gourd hanging from his waist and tipped it over his mouth, but not even a drop of liquor ca out.
His expression beca even more frustrated.
Maxwell said with a faint smile: "Uncle John, just wait a bit more because it’s almost done."
"Shit!"
"Kid, you think I’m a 3-year-old toddler? You’ve said those words to at least 180 tis now, so do you really think I’ll believe you?" John had a struggling look on his face as he regretted betting with the Ninth Prince.
If he didn’t make the bet, then he should be inside so random bar in the Capital City enjoying his alcohol right at this mont.
Maxwell knew this was very boring. Not to ntion John, even he felt this repetitive dullness was hard to endure. But he had no other choice; this was the only option if he wanted to kill them on a large scale and wanted to achieve a million devil race deceased soul points in two months.
This was the only solution.
Maxwell felt a bit embarrassed and said: "Uncle John, you can go back first if you feel bored. I can stay here by myself. When I’m done with my task, I will imdiately head back so don’t worry."
"Worried my ass!"
"I’m not worried about you one bit!"
John rolled his eyes and then softly mumbled: "If I hadn’t lost the bet, I would have never followed you to this god-forsaken place. How can anyone be worried when you’re such a perverse existence? This old man would be enjoying myself if I didn’t have to worry about you."
Recalling how he almost dragged them both to their deaths when they had just entered, John started becoming irritated again.
Maxwell shook his head with a smile and didn’t say anything else. He then increased the speed of his actions.
The ninth day!
Maxwell had set up all the attributed beast cores in their proper places and silently waited for the cool-down tir.
When Maxwell was pulling an unending amount of attributed beast cores, John’s saliva almost spilt out of his mouth. He then excitedly said: "How did a kid like you have so many beast cores? And each of them seems to have a unique attribute!"
Maxwell didn’t bother answering him and pulled out a handful of them from his spatial ring. He then handed it over to John and said: "Do you want so? I’ll gift these to you!"
It looked like he was gifting soone so radish and cabbage.
There were no signs of heartache on his face.
John beca dumbstruck and thought he heard wrong. But looking at Maxwell’s serious expression, he wet his lips and said: "If it’s for free, I might as well take it!"
"Crackle!"
The system gave off a notification tone. Maxwell stood up and mumbled: "The cool-down tir is up. Uncle John, I will let you witness what an ancient power is!"
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