Of course, the ground was still slightly shaking—
Fang Hong paced forward, not deliberately slowing his steps, but using the Clockwork Fairy to scout around, he found the hall completely empty; it seed the Night Lizard People hadn't reached this place yet. It looked like he was one step ahead—though whether the Night Lizard People had taken a detour or had gotten lost in the complex corridors behind was unclear.
Or perhaps both.
The Clockwork Fairy darted through the interior of the hall while many watching this scene from outside were witnessing the true face of the Xinsas relics for the first ti. Those ancient murals and the statues of Holy Relics enchanted them nearly to a trance.
Ambassador Liao also had this scene recorded. Although rescuing people was more urgent at the mont, these images were valuable data—considering the possibility that they might sink into the Abyssal Sea and never see the light of day again, preserving these images was crucial, especially considering the in-depth research of Eteliria's history by various countries.
Had there been more ti, he would have wanted Fang Hong to take more pictures of the hall. The Night Lizard People linguist by his side was as anxious as ants on a hot pot—though opening his mouth, he knew that now was not the ti to express opinions.
Then a sowhat gentle voice ca from the other side; it was the voice of Chenxi, the Chairman of the Silver Weslan Guild, who had established contact with the Colin Ishurian Artisan Association, "The transportation spell of Colin Ishurian is ready—"
Everyone present shivered at these words.
The Natives naturally moved much slower than Stargate Port and lacked the swift actions of the military; although the Ishurian Royalty and the Artisan Association had issued strict orders, the preparation for this class A3 strategic level spell was still late in coming.
However, being late was still better than not arriving at all.
"Mr. Xiaya," Fang Hong's communication channel also transmitted the voice of Ambassador Liao: "The transportation spell is ready, it is on its way to Fenris Isle, prepare to proceed to the reception!"
Fang Hong nodded.
He looked up ahead, outside the collapsed hall's main entrance, in the darkness in the distance, a beam of light blue light was piercing through the rock layer, blinking three tis, perpendicular to his field of vision.
He almost subconsciously adjusted his direction, less than ten degrees to the southwest, not too far off.
The court sorcerers of Colin Ishurian, although sluggish, were much more efficient than the military's magic-guided conductors; their transportation coordinates were exceptionally precise.
And inside the communication channel, an unusual silence fell.
It seed only people's quiet breathing remained.
Everyone understood that from this mont, this young man was truly cut off from all support—whether from the military or Colin Ishurian, neither could reach this underground place anymore.
And all that was left, had to be handled by him alone.
This sudden silence also affected everyone watching the screen.
Whether in the Dragon Horn Hall at Traveler's Rest, in Golande's King's Square, at Sidewind Port, at Stargate Port, or even on Earth, everyone couldn't help but shut their mouths. Their eyes seed to penetrate through ti and space; they saw not only Fang Hong but also this deep underground world, and even Fenris Isle, shrouded beneath the Cloud Sea.
The island seed to calm down as well.
A huge rift was extending towards the city center of Cloud Harbor, crossing several busy streets, stretching up to the clock tower spire of the City Hall among the debris of buildings, and people seed to have lost the courage to resist due to shock.
In the Holy Sanctuary of Milaila opposite the square, monks were fervently praying, but the droning sound coming from the Overseas drowned out their prayers—the Cloud Sea was surging.
But what it churned up was not waves, but rushing Ether disturbances and layers of divided clouds, like a tsunami, surging from the Overseas straight to the port district of the city.
Such a terrifying storm had not been seen in a millennium; it broke open the clouds below, revealing a slowly unfolding, imnse vortex. The arms of the vortex, like pale blue tentacles, were dragging the entire port slowly downward.
There lay the Abyssal Sea, the place where all things find tranquility.
In the midst of earth-shattering turbulence, people couldn't even let out screams because their throats were hoarse from shouting; they watched the crack spread forward until right under their feet. But as if a protector of life, the Goddess of Fertility and Healing, Milaila, suddenly descended to earth.
A divine force cut through the sky, plunging into the center of Cloud Harbor City.
The monks opened their eyes in unison, looking up at the sky.
At that mont, the fissure stopped at the center of the square, and people couldn't believe their eyes.
Fenris Isle was still for a mont, but it was only a mont of calm. The raging waves of the Overseas were approaching directly, as if the next mont, the forces from beneath the Abyssal Sea would rend everything apart.
The Bishop and the Chief Praetor silently watched this scene, watching the silver sails outside the harbor being scattered by the storm. "The ships can't leave. We can't leave, either," the old man sighed heavily, "This is of our own making, the Lord Goddess has done her best..."
The Bishop behind him couldn't utter a word.
But there was only one faint, indistinct voice coming from the transmission crystal inside the hall:
"This is the People's Navy of the People's Republic of China's Anshun ship; we are trying to break through the Storm Zone—"
"Repeat, this is the People's Navy of the People's Republic of China's Anshun ship... we are trying to break through the Storm Zone, please... "
"Don't give up hope..."
Below the underground world.
Fang Hong also fell silent for a mont.
His eyes reflected that light blue beam, then he lowered his head to adjust his gloves before looking up and stepping out of the hall.
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