Under the moonlight, a bat flew across the sky, taking in the situation near the High Castle Fortress from afar.
There were no large-scale movents; it seed Alama finally intended to stay quiet for a few days.
Flying back within the range of the black curtain, Sigmund landed on the outer platform of the Crimson Tower, where his adjutant had been waiting for so ti. The adjutant respectfully ca forward and handed him a familiar-looking jar.
"My lord, there’s no need for you to personally conduct reconnaissance every day. Such small tasks can be assigned to us."
"A vast number of supplies are about to arrive; we cannot give Alama any opportunity."
"Wise as always, my lord."
Sigmund took a sip of the fine wine in the jar, reluctantly closing it again: "Next ti, don’t add sugar."
"Huh? But last ti you—"
"Don’t add sugar at this ti in the future," Sigmund added expressionlessly.
The adjutant bowed his head and responded, "Yes, sir."
Returning to his room alone, Sigmund opened his robe and pinched the erging fat on his body, internally cursing Lin Jun’s ancestors to the eighteenth generation.
Claiming it was all about being cautious and doing reconnaissance was fake; reconnaissance was rely on the way. His real purpose was just to fly those two laps!
That guy, upon reaching his ti, would intake sugar without any scruples, even adding sweetness to the blood he fed on.
After so much ti, Sigmund was visibly gaining weight!
Given that the Blood Race cannot enjoy ordinary food, hardly any mber becos fat; even those originally plump lose weight quickly after transformation into the Blood Race.
If anyone could eat themselves fat, Sigmund was absolutely the only one.
Initially, he hadn’t realized the severity of the issue.
Until last week, during an otherwise trivial encounter with Alama, he nearly lost because of his bloated body!
Now, he has to spend ti every day burning off the energy in his body, yet even so, the trend of gaining weight has only been slightly slowed.
Counting on that guy inside his body to be self-disciplined is impossible; Sigmund could already hopelessly foresee his future body shape.
So far, he has tried several thods to remove the foreign object from his soul, to no avail.
Fortunately, hope was not entirely lost.
After more than two months, he felt that the soul power of the guy within had diminished slightly.
Ultimately, this was Sigmund’s own body, while the other was just an outsider, rootless, and continuously depleting.
Although this depletion was not noticeable due to the large soul mass of the intruder, in the long run, it would weaken increasingly.
Sigmund roughly estimated the ti for the other’s soul to completely dissipate—two years.
Not too short, nor too long. As long as there was hope, Sigmund was willing to endure it and keep up the facade.
Back then, to kill his master, he had endured for six years. Now, re two years would be just a tiny embellishnt in his eternal life.
Sigmund comforted himself with these thoughts while fiercely tossing the jar of sugar in his room out.
Just then, a mber of the Blood Race brought news from the rear: "My lord, Duke Virelis has already left the eastern defensive line and is coming here to support the Crimson Tower, expected to arrive in ten days."
"Oh? Finally!" Sigmund eagerly took the envelope.
In regards to Virelis, it was rare for Sigmund and Eleanor to share the sa opinion; both were wary of this problematic fellow.
But as far as Sigmund was concerned, as long as it solved his arch-nesis Alama, none of these issues mattered!
Quickly scanning the content: the Elental Lord sealed in the Molten Fire Dungeon had broken the seal, actively initiating an unprecedented Demon Tide, the Dwarves’ Golden Fla Fortress had fallen, with barely one-tenth of two legions remaining; the power of the entire Mountains had shifted to prioritize suppressing the Underground City!
"Those greedy and arrogant Dwarves, when they chose to imprison the Elental Lord for the resources of the Underground City rather than eliminate it, they should have expected this day! Nonetheless... His Highness the Prince indeed has so ans..."
It was unlikely the Dwarves were unaware of the importance of the seal, but Sigmund couldn’t fathom how Prince Visarus had clandestinely completed this operation.
In his heart, Sigmund grew more wary of this ancient mber of the Blood Race.
"What is an Elental Lord?" The voice suddenly appearing in his mind made Sigmund’s smile sowhat unnatural.
Originally intending to ignore the other, considering the two-year ti limit, Sigmund decided he should present himself as more amiable and cooperative. This way, he could lull the other into complacency and prevent any trouble before the deadline.
So he explained:
"An Elental Lord, to speak plainly, is the longest-lived and strongest Elental Spirit; there’s no fundantal difference from other Elental Spirits. But Elental Spirits live under a strictly hierarchical internal structure, where a powerful and intelligent individual wields absolute control over ordinary Elental Spirits. The Dwarves once imprisoned that Elental Lord through sealing, thus controlling all Elental Spirits in the Underground City as their slaves, and now the ti has co for them to reap the fruits they sowed!"
"And what is the ’trick’ you’re talking about?"
"Reportedly, they made a bet with the Elental Lord back then, but the Dwarves eventually played dirty," Sigmund explained briefly, apparently not intending to elaborate further.
"I see..."
Seeing Lin Jun quiet down, Sigmund assud he was simply curious.
After all, now the two were one body with dual souls, spending all their ti in the Crimson Tower, understanding each other’s actions inside out. How could they possibly have ties with the Dwarves?
...
Stone Castle Dungeon.
Outside the new rift, there was a three-layer defense line ford by his subordinates inside and out.
If only space were not limited, Lin Jun would have wanted to bring even more people.
The Fire Elents coming out would freeze themselves, but the Earth Elents would only slow down a little, and the Wind Elents were entirely unaffected.
Yet these Elental Spirits weren’t the reason Lin Jun stationed heavy troops around.
The main reason was the terrifying magic fluctuation in the air that Scout Puki sensed on a previous reconnaissance mission.
That powerful energy made Lin Jun feel as if he had returned to the days at Mushroom Garden No. 1, like the ti he sensed the mighty Fla Demon unleashing its power from afar.
As it turns out, his senses had been accurate.
Lin Jun controlled a few Pukis and directly blew up the passage in the room where the rift was located.
He didn’t think he could handle the Elental Lord, which had destroyed a fortress city and required the assembled forces of the Dwarves to contend against.
Even with a mindset of picking up the scraps, now was not the ti to step in.
Alas, Stone Castle Dungeon was rely occupied by Lin Jun but ungovernable. If it were in his own Pujie Dungeon, he could control the size and switch himself, without worrying about anything.
Now that the passage had been collapsed, he hoped they wouldn’t notice.
And there was one more thing...
Seeing Xiao Hai, who had been bribed and was now guarding two Dwarves and baring teeth at others, Lin Jun decided not to give her any delicious Pukis to eat for the next few days.
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