chsdbacks Chapter 128 Rescue in Progress 1
Chapter 128 Rescue in Progress 1
[Hint: The celestial signs have been fulfilled, the prophecy has been revealed, and all things are singing its praises.]
[Revered Prophet, you have received the claim to the Han River Basin and the surrounding region.]
[Declaration: By divine mandate to avenge injustice]
[Current spread area: Hanhe Basin, Tianqiong Ancient Tree Area]
[Status Claimed: Rapidly Spreading]
[Declared effectiveness: Based on the ideals you propose. All the oppressed, all those who yearn for change, and all those who endorse these ideals will see you as a natural leader and the embodiment of hope. Your act of challenging tyranny and injustice will be seen as divinely ordained, greatly enhancing cohesion and legitimacy.]
[Declaration of the sect: Eliminate the tyranny of bloodline nobles; the world belongs to the Prophet's Cult!]
[Hint: The people's faith and expectations are converging, and a faint divine force is being forged.]
Lynn was riding on Chongtian's back, feeling the wind whistling past his ears.
Beside him were Hill, Mel, and Lyra.
They planned to carry out a swift decapitation strike.
A faint divinity?
Divinity can condense into a divine spark, and only after initially condensing a divine spark is there a chance of breaking through to demigodhood.
Lynn didn't feel much joy, after all, he was still far from being a demigod.
The ideal of a utopian society, and the claim of acting on divine mandate to avenge injustice, are both a sharp blade and a shackle.
But Lynn still chose to build a utopian society.
A society dominated by aristocratic bloodlines is fundamentally characterized by exploitation, oppression, enslavement, and stagnation.
It cannot mobilize and unleash the potential of the entire society, nor can it get the vast majority of people to fight for a common future. In fact, it can lead to endless internal strife when a crisis comes.
When the Abyss launched its massive invasion in the previous life, the human nations, under the control of the noble bloodlines, were like a pile of loose sand, fighting each other and attacking one another.
Soldiers at the bottom of the ranks were starving, civilians were exploited at every level, and their talents and abilities were suppressed by their bloodline and social status, making it difficult for them to develop.
How could such a society possibly have the power to resist a cataclysmic crisis?
In the previous world of God's Crown, the main forces resisting the invasion of the Abyss, besides the players, were only the Shadow Empire behind Lynn, the Magic Forest integrated by Vera, and the Eastern Xia Empire, which maintained relative centralization and internal equality in the Eastern Continent.
The remaining areas were almost completely destroyed in the early stages of the catastrophe.
How many commoner geniuses who could have become heroes died before they could shine, either from aristocratic infighting or from apathetic poverty? How many forces that could have been united were wasted because of class and racial barriers?
Therefore, Lynn wanted to create a utopian society.
What he wanted to create was a utopian society that could unleash the potential of all races and social classes.
A utopian society is a necessity on the road to victory.
"My Lord Prophet, the outer edge of Handong City is ten kilometers ahead!" Leila's voice came through the wind element, carrying a hint of excitement.
"I can sense the fluctuations in the Duke's castle's magical barrier. Its structure is geared towards fire protection and surveillance. Give me three minutes, and I can silently create an opening!"
At this moment, everyone was shrouded in shadow magic and could not be detected for a short time.
"Go straight in from the highest room in the middle," Lynn said succinctly.
"Okay, boss!" Chongtian replied.
In his previous life in the game, Lynn visited this Duke's Castle quite often, after all, the Han River Basin was an important strategic location, and the first battle of the Empire's Ten-Year War was a blitzkrieg against the Han River Basin.
The Duke's castle has many guards, but most of them are knights, and there are not many mages with strong senses.
Leila lived up to expectations.
With swift fingers tapping across several rune crystals, a gap large enough for one person to pass through quickly appeared in the barrier.
"Let's go!" Lynn was the first to slip inside, followed closely by Hill and Mel, with Lyra entering last.
The expected Duke of Flames did not appear in the observation deck on the top floor.
There is only one drum.
Small and exquisite, the drum is made of dark wood and carved with flame patterns.
The drumhead was taut, and under the light of the magic lamp, it presented a delicate yet eerily textured appearance.
Mel felt as if time had frozen.
He held the wooden bird carving Anne had given him in his hand, his heart aching.
He was almost unable to control himself and wanted to rush forward to examine it closely.
A steady, strong hand landed on his shoulder; it was Lynn.
"calm."
Lynn's voice was low, but it carried an undeniable power.
Lynn glanced at the drum, not touching it, but carefully sensing it.
"Although this drum is newly made, it has already been purified of all filth, impurities, and lingering resentment. This process takes at least a month. Annie and the others have only been missing for two days, so it couldn't be Annie," Lynn explained in a low voice.
Mel's body trembled slightly: "R-really?"
"Really." Lynn nodded.
His gaze swept over several other similar artworks around him, each possessing an eerie beauty.
Lynn finally sighed with sadness.
These artworks in front of me were once beautiful young girls in their prime.
They clearly had bright futures, and they were once the center of attention.
Obviously...
They all have endless possibilities.
Now it can only be reduced to a worthless collectible.
Some noble bloodlines are truly inhuman.
"Come with me, I know where Annie and Heather are locked up." Although she felt regretful, saving lives was the priority, so Lynn followed her memories from her past life toward the stone chamber.
Mel was panting heavily. He forced himself to look away and followed Lynn's steps toward the stone chamber.
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The dungeon cell.
The air seemed to freeze.
Duke Frederick of the Flames glanced with interest at the little creature that had appeared in the cell.
She has a petite figure, a gorgeous gothic dress, black hair, blood-red pupils, pale skin, and a pair of cute sharp teeth.
"Um?"
"This is a truly rare species. It seems tonight's catch will be even more interesting than expected."
The Duke's golden eyes narrowed slightly, and a smile curved his lips.
His emanating battle aura was like an invisible furnace, scorching Linor's body and soul.
The Blazing Sun Battle Aura has a certain degree of effectiveness against dark-attribute creatures.
Under normal circumstances, even with attribute advantage, Linor is confident that she can defeat a King-level opponent with her Super-class body.
However, she is still recovering from serious injuries.
Linor knew she probably couldn't escape.
She was prepared to accept death calmly, since she was a creature of the abyss and could be resurrected anyway.
Even if I were to be resurrected, I might have to face that white-haired demon.
"You two, stay away, or you'll get caught in the crossfire!" Linor calmed down and reminded Annie and Heather behind her, her bloodshot eyes fixed on the somewhat formidable nobody in front of her.
He was trying to find a way out for the girl behind him who had just tried to help him.
Anne held Heather tightly, her face pale, but she remained calm.
They began to hide in a corner of the stone chamber.
"You're here to rescue them?"
"You are quite brave, aren't you? A Super Rank cultivator who is still recovering from serious injuries, you actually risked sneaking into my Duke's castle."
"Europe!"
"It was an incredibly touching scene."
"It moved me deeply with its profound affection, and I couldn't help but shed tears."
"Don't worry, I'll make you one of my collectibles someday."
"That way, you can stay together forever."
Duke Flame misunderstood the relationship between the three, but Linor did not explain.
She's waiting!
The seemingly formidable small fry in front of him didn't seem to take him seriously.
"Now, let me see your strength, let me see how you save them!" Duke Flame chuckled, without even moving, simply extending his slender finger and casually pointing in Annie's direction.
A ray of blazing sun-like fighting spirit appeared out of thin air and shot towards Linor's ankle!
It's now!
Linor ignored his attack, a ruthless glint flashing in her red eyes.
She bit her tongue hard, and a stream of blood, carrying the aura of the abyss, spurted out!
"With the blood of Crimson Fang, I summon the Shadow Binding Technique!"
The shadow that belonged to her at her feet suddenly turned blood red and expanded at an alarming speed, instantly wrapping around the Duke's body and even trying to cling to his head!
The Duke paused slightly, a hint of surprise appearing on his face for the first time.
The intense solar energy on his body ignited automatically, scorching the shadow lines and emitting a hissing sound as black smoke billowed out.
The shadow lines were rapidly dissolving, but they did not break immediately. Instead, they stubbornly wrapped around and tightened, fixing him in place!
"Run!!!" Linor shouted.
Anne, holding Heather, used all her strength to rush toward the open stone door of the cell!
"An interesting little trick."
"But, this is the end."
The Duke's surprise turned into a faint smile, and his golden eyes blazed with intense light.
"boom!"
An even more intense crimson-gold flame erupted from his body, like a small sun lighting up the prison cell!
Those resilient shadow lines quickly vaporized and disappeared in the blazing flames.
However, Linor was once a Saint-level being, and even though she was seriously injured, the Shadow Lines continued to bind her relentlessly.
Finally, Duke Flame stopped holding back and unleashed his full power of blazing sun-like fighting spirit.
Linor let out a miserable groan and flew backward, spitting out blood and her life force instantly weakening to the extreme.
What a disgrace...
Linor never imagined that she, a dignified vampire duke... would be defeated by this lowly native duke with such a name!
Hey!
It would be better to die at the hands of that white-haired devil.
But... thankfully...
Those two guys must have run away.
However, if it's a castle...
These two defenseless little girls probably can't escape.
The Flame Duke unleashed his battle aura, and Linor closed her eyes, awaiting the final moment.
Just then!
A figure appeared in the cell without warning, like a gust of wind tearing through space, standing precisely between Linor and the Duke. The blazing solar aura he unleashed vanished without a trace under his water shield spell.
The newcomer had black hair and brown eyes, a calm expression, and held a staff in his hand.
That's right.
The person who arrived was none other than our incredibly handsome Lynn, who arrived just in time!
Lynn raised his eyes, looked at the slightly surprised Duke Frederick of Flames, and slowly spoke with a slight smile on his lips.
Good evening, Your Grace.
"I've come to seek justice."