Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 1612: Chapter 339: A Failed First Expedition

The appearance of five Descending Angels in the Holy City was not an unknown event, on the contrary, quite a few were aware of it—such as the Red-robed Hub, the captain of the Paladin Camp, the leader of the priest team, and the serving Paladins.

The Descending Angels cleared out the majority of the Black Religious Congregation’s bases on the Oth Continent in a single night, likely it won’t be long before this news spreads throughout the non-human circles of the Oth Continent.

As for how the various non-human groups on the Oth Continent view the appearance of Descending Angels in the Holy Church, it remains unknown—anyway, compared to the masses of non-humans and dark creatures, the Holy Church belongs to the kind with influence above, after all, there have been several instances in history of angels descending.

This is also why many dark creatures would prefer to pay hefty fees to migrate into the Unhuman Domain… faced with the unfathomable power of the Holy Church, only The Magician Association can contend against it by leveraging the uniqueness of the Unhuman Domain.

Unhuman Domain, Headquarters of the Magician’s Association, First Tower.

The true self of the Luminous Tower Master is still in seclusion, but the projection he left behind relentlessly handles miscellaneous tasks within the Unhuman Domain and also instructs the little bloodsucker Elizabeth for her success.

“Hmm? This is a frequency indicating a Heaven coordinate being activated by the Holy Church.”

Within the First Tower, as soon as the worldly Holy Church activated a coordinate, the Luminous Tower Master, holding the operating authority over the entire Unhuman Domain, immediately knew about it… and additionally, there’s association’s intelligence on the event in recent days from the world.

—The Black Religious Congregation’s bases on the Oth Continent were annihilated in one night, suspected angel descent in the Holy Church, authenticity remains to be verified.

The moment Angel Hamaliel and two others Two-winged Angels stepped into the Unhuman Domain, the Luminous Tower Master knew this intelligence needed no verification.

Though merely a projection, it shares the same thinking mode with the Tower Master… often perhaps even more rational.

“At the same time, it activated another coordinate… a coordinate to Britannia.” The Luminous Tower Master’s projection fell into contemplation while masses of intelligence started streaming into its consciousness, rapidly calculating: “It seems to use the Unhuman Domain as a springboard to directly enter Britannia’s territory… with so many Paladins and priests, finally the Descending Angels, could it be planning to wage war against Britannia.”

The possibility of war is very low—but even the smallest possibility, if war does indeed break out, with Britannia’s current state, it probably has no ability to resist… unless Farael’s conscience reawakens, returning to aid.

Speaking of Farael, this is also something that’s somewhat troubling to the Luminous Tower Master right now.

As the main portal for the entire Unhuman Domain intelligence system, it can instantly detect Farael’s current whereabouts if it wants to know.

Farael’s entry into the Unhuman Domain coincided with the Luminous Tower Master handling the case of the Golden Dragon Fafnir going berserk in the Vampire Thirteen Clans’ territory, followed by subsequent series of events. Currently, The Magician Association is actively preparing for conflict with the Michael Association, but considering Farael hasn’t stirred any trouble within the Unhuman Domain, merely wandering and searching for traces of allied war companions from a century ago’s great battle, the Luminous Tower Master has decided to let it be.

After all, Farael breached is the prison of Britannia, not that of The Magician Association.

With this thought, the Luminous Tower Master’s projection suddenly showed a peculiar expression… it hadn’t monitored Farael’s movements for quite a few days, as soon as the thought emerged now, it immediately locked onto Farael’s current location within the Unhuman Domain.

And this location was shockingly the coordinate exclusive to the entry of the Holy Church into the Unhuman Domain…

“Teacher, may I come in?”

At this moment, Elizabeth’s timid voice came from outside… apparently it was time for her daily instruction.

“Elizabeth.” After contemplating for a moment, the projection, with thousands of thoughts per second, suddenly said, “You have been learning for a while now; you must know that cultivation requires a combination of activity and stillness. Today, I will take you out for a walk instead.”

The little bloodsucker stood at the door, expressing significant pressure… in truth, she had a strong house-bound nature, and would typically refuse to leave her room unless absolutely necessary. At this point, she was unwilling to leave the Tower Master’s library—those one hundred and thirty thousand books, she hadn’t finished reading them yet.

“W-where are we going?”

“You will know when you get there.” The projection said calmly, “Now, come to my side.”

A magic technique array slowly expanded under the projection’s feet… it was a technique for freely warping through space within the Unhuman Domain.

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Unhuman Domain

Beside the stream in the mountain valley, several people were roasting game over a fire… some unknown animal hunted by Black Dragon Audwin, the creature was about the size of a small car.

Mind Witch Gillian looked rather despairingly at the colossal hunk of meat in front of her, wondering just how long it would take to cook thoroughly… so she quietly picked up a wild apple and started gnawing.

“G-Gillian, Ms. Gillian, this… this is for you.”

A parcel of dried food from the Sword Saint’s granddaughter Leia… a renowned spirit delight within the Unhuman Domain.

Of course, whether spirits still existed in the Unhuman Domain had always been a mystery, likewise it was something the explorers in the Unhuman Domain were ardently searching for.

As for this spirit snack, it was something chefs recreated according to ancient texts—Leia bought it on the way—this somewhat chubby Sword Saint’s granddaughter seemed to have a fondness for snacks.

—No thanks, I’m afraid of gaining weight.

Such words were naturally what Ms. Witch intended to say directly—had it not been for the Black Dragon gentleman roasting the game on the side casting a rather mischievous gaze in her direction… Ms. Witch took the parcel politely.

“S-should we send some over to Mr. Farell?” Leia cautiously asked at this point.

Gillian instinctively glanced toward Farell at that moment—he was sitting alone by the creek, entirely in a daze, staring at the flowing water.

Ms. Witch shook her head outright, having no mood to care about whether this old guy was hungry or not, “If you want to, you send it over yourself.”

Leia suddenly stammered, unable to say a word.

The witch sighed in her heart. Ever since Farael mercilessly slapped Leia, the way Leia looked at Farael had changed… It was the look of a small animal facing a lion.

“Just leave it there. If the old guy gets hungry, he’ll help himself,” the witch smiled. “He has no idea what politeness is.”

Leia silently placed the food aside and then mustered the courage to ask, “Um… Miss Gillian, is Mr. Farael… unhappy?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” the witch retorted angrily. “This old guy has always wanted to gather the heroes of the great war a hundred years ago, but on this journey, apart from you, the descendant of a Sword Saint, he hasn’t found a single one! Frankly, I think this old guy is a disaster star! Just think, we finally visited the Headquarters of the Magician Association, only for it to be invaded and almost turned into ruins, and we didn’t even catch a glimpse of the Luminous Tower Master. Then we went to the territory of the Thirteen Clans… and now it’s even worse, all the Clan Dukes are dead! My gosh, don’t you know that everyone in the Non-Human Domain is talking about this now?”

Leia looked miserable… She just wanted to go home.

The witch shook her head and said, “We’ve been to six or seven places, and those former heroes are either missing or dead. I think this old guy is wasting his efforts. Besides, even if those heroes still have some strength left, they probably don’t want to use it. Didn’t you notice? They have already made a name for themselves, and it’s time to enjoy the last years of their lives. Who has a reason to risk their lives again?”

Of course, for the witch, Farael not finding the people he wanted wasn’t necessarily a bad thing—her idea was that when Farael gave up, he might finally fulfill his promise and help her find the Akasha Records.

Just then, sitting cross-legged by the water, Farael suddenly stood up, startling the witch, who quickly said, “I’m just speaking objectively!”

“Perhaps you’re right,” Farael replied, surprisingly not angry. “Perhaps they really have lost their vitality; heroes face twilight… They are no longer the heroes of the past.”

The witch’s eyes widened… Damn it, since when did this old guy become so understanding?

“So…?”

Farael said calmly, “I don’t plan to rush the ones who have lost courage… Our era will eventually pass, and the future should belong to the new generation.”

“??” A foreboding feeling began to spread in the witch’s heart.

As expected, what Farael said next made this witch with spiritual powers go black in her eyes.

“The new generation holds hope and has greater malleability. They can become stronger,” Farael said solemnly. “I will find young people with enough potential and turn them into the heroes of the new era! Our enemies are seductive, so your spiritual power is essential… Gillian, I will now train your abilities. From today on, I allow you to use spiritual power to explore my inner mind. If you can reach the deepest part of my heart, you’ll have succeeded.”

The witch even had the urge to slap herself twice—she shouldn’t have said the heroes of a hundred years ago had turned into cowards. She was digging a hole for herself!

It’s all over, the old guy is getting more intense!

Just then, Farael suddenly furrowed his brow and cast his gaze toward a distant monastery in the forest, mostly hidden by trees.

The witch didn’t know what had happened, but she felt something was off.

The black dragon roasting meat leaped skyward, staring intently at the monastery. After a moment, Audwin bowed his head, “Old madman, I smell several ominous scents. It seems not only the Paladins of the Holy Church!”

“Let’s take a look,” Lord Farael said, “Since we are to select potential new generations, the Holy Church should be part of the assessment… They didn’t contribute much last time, so this should make up for it.”

Watching Farael’s back as he walked toward the monastery, the witch had countless chills running through her heart… Could he be planning to provoke the Holy Church?

The witch’s scalp numbed instantly!

She had already provoked the entire Knight Agency in Britannia, and if she offended the Holy Church this time, she might have nowhere to stand on the Oth Continent!

“Wait! Old guy, don’t you dare…”

The witch’s words were cut off as Mr. Black Dragon covered her mouth—this black dragon smiled and said, “I’ve long despised that group of Paladins. Many of my ancestors died at the hands of the Holy Church. And now the old madman is leading the charge against them, fantastic! Don’t you mess this up for me, or I’ll stuff octopus legs into your mouth!”

The witch nearly gagged, just thinking about it felt disgusting.

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One by one, knights and priests of the Holy Church emerged from the coordinates.

The small monastery courtyard quickly felt overcrowded… Angel Hamaliel unconsciously frowned and called over a red-robed hub by his side, “How is the Holy Church’s influence in the Unhuman Domain?”

“Barely adequate,” the red-robed hub thought, trying to smile while feeling a twinge of fear.

“Hmph, incompetents,” Angel Hamaliel snorted coldly.

Just then, another Descending Angel came to his side and whispered, “Lord Hamaliel, something seems strange about this Unhuman Domain… The space is more stable than a normal fragment small world, it appears…”

It had been several centuries since the last group of angels descended, so the intelligence regarding the Unhuman Domain’s birth was delayed in Heaven.

The summoned red-robed hub quickly explained, “Lord Hamaliel, the news from the Headquarters of the Magician Association is that this Unhuman Domain seems to have been constructed by their First Tower Master Luminous, based on the Divine Nation of the ancient Greek God System…”

“What?” Angel Hamaliel was shocked. “This is the Divine Nation of the Greek God System?! Are you sure?” This angel even grabbed the hub’s collar, pulling him close, “Are you certain?!”

“The information is indeed true,” the red-robed hub stammered.

Angel Hamaliel slowly released him, almost speaking to himself, “This is impossible… The Divine Nation of the Greek God System has been lost for so long, how could it appear here? Unless…”

Just then, a cold shout came!

“Who goes there, come out!”

This came from a Paladin who had entered the Unhuman Domain early and volunteered to patrol outside the monastery…