Chapter 458: Only I Have the Divine Art Chapter 458: A Line of Divine Art Knights

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

The wind at the wharf was cool and refreshing, the abundant moisture like drizzling rain, moistening everything dry and sweeping away all gaudiness.

The wharf workers' work chants and the "boom boom" of the internal combustion engines highlighted the strength and humility of life, like a group of ants working diligently, both highlighting the collective and despising the individual.

The High Priest stood at the bow of a temple double-banked galley, gazing covetously at Yin Senchen, thinking: If only Ma La Temple could have Divine Art Knights.

After admiring the heroic bearing of the Divine Art Knight for a while, Yi Yaer reluctantly moved his eyes away and asked: "Has anyone seen where Lord Chen Yi went?"

The lookout shouted from the pole: "Lord Divine Art Knight went to that silver-white ship."

The silver-white ship was the most beautiful ship in the port, its metalized hull smooth like a shark's spine, with transparent windows and a clean, neat deck; however you looked at it, it seemed like decoration only found in palaces. For this alchemy ship that did not use sails, the captains' unified assessment was "showy but impractical"—the faintly reflective glass probably couldn't even block javelins, let alone heavy rams and catapults; the seemingly sturdy hull was also too thin, flying axes on the battlefield could definitely pierce through it, and sailors boarding it were destined to win in boarding battles, for it was a battle decided by numbers.

Yi Yaer, lost in random thoughts, suddenly saw the small white boat begin to tremble.

"Trembling?" He suspected his eyes were playing tricks on him; a ship of hundreds of tons was no smaller than the transport ship he was on.

The lookout, holding back a laugh, said: "It is trembling."

"What's going on?"

"The Divine Art Knight seems to have gone in together with a noble lady from a West River City-State." In the talks a few days ago, Yi Yaer had already called West River Water Fortress a city-state, equivalent to recognizing its status, so the lookout therefore used the titles "city-state" and "noble lady."

The silver-white yacht continued to tremble rhythmically.

The High Priest stroked his beard and, after a long moment, squeezed out a sentence: "The Divine Art Knight is indeed robust."

The men smiled knowingly.

And they were smiling while looking at Yin Senchen.

On the wharf, besides the sweating workers, only Lord Divine Art Knight was worth watching. Thus, lewd smiles accompanied the yacht's rising and falling frequency, surrounding Yin Senchen.

Divine Art Knights were not unseen legends at the temple headquarters; certain large city-states and important towns would occasionally have Divine Art Knights stationed, but for the borderland Ma La, Yin Senchen's status was quite illustrious.

Yi Yaer, who had once worked with a Divine Art Knight in his early years, facing a Divine Art Knight appearing in this realm, had an especially different impression, just like the difference between looking at a celebrity and looking at a lover.

The yacht's trembling suddenly became intense, like madness in a typhoon.

Suddenly, the water waves stopped.

"So refreshing." Some woman said, causing all the men to change their expressions.

The lookout quietly shouted: "Lord Zhu Ji, look there."

The High Priest looked in the direction of the sound, only to see Chen Yi slowly descending from the air.

Gentle and steady Shenjia made one not feel the slightest abruptness.

"Hurry, let me off the ship." Yi Yaer, running about in a hurry, kept staring at Yin Senchen, looking like he was admiring his eighteenth concubine.

Chen Yi first came before Yin Senchen, dusted off his clothes, and calmly said: "Did Naked Bear tell you?"

"I was only informed of Iyar High Priest's request." Yin Senchen suppressed his restless thoughts of achieving merit and establishing a career, and said in a hoarse voice.

"Are you willing to go?"

"Ah? I... listen to you."

"It's fine, just say whatever you think." Chen Yi smiled very generously, and took out an Energy Recovery Potion from his Space Ring to drink, his movements light as if drinking a beverage.

After brief consideration, Yin Senchen still said: "Whether you allow me to participate in the Temple War or not allow me to participate in the Temple War, Chen will obey orders."

Yi Yaer, who had just run over, was very confused, feeling Chen Yi was making a fuss over nothing. He probably couldn't understand Chen Yi's thinking of being able to mass-produce Divine Art Knights; if Yin Senchen refused, he could completely choose others, and even if the existing 8 Divine Art Knights were unwilling, he could continue to expand production of Divine Art Knights...

Therefore, Chen Yi insisted on hearing Yin Senchen's answer, continuing: "Your own thoughts are also very important. No matter what, this is war, a fight to the death risking life and limb, and moreover, if you have more important matters, I won't force you."

Saying this, he gave a hehe smile and said: "Not to hide it from you, Iyar High Priest gave me a very heavy gift, but he only requested one Divine Art Knight to participate in the war, not that you must participate."

The two statements represented two choices respectively.

Those willing to participate in war are after all a minority; a cruel war often benefits rulers while the common people lose their lives. Chinese history from the late Qing to the 21st century proves that the evil consequences of war are inevitable, and the fruits of victory are always bitter...

Yin Senchen had long fallen into dreams and emotion.

Participating in the Temple War was a required course for every knight; young Yin Senchen also dreamed of himself leading a million-strong army, on a vast plain, under the gaze of countless soldiers and nobles, completing a thrilling great reversal.

Becoming a Divine Art Knight was the first step of the dream, but also the end of the dream. Yin Senchen signed a thick "Agreement Document," completely cutting off all thoughts outside of Family Knights, preparing to serve the Chen family sincerely, just as a loyal knight served the temple.

Yi Yaer's request awakened Yin Senchen's Knight's Heart.

"Please let me participate in the Temple War!" Yin Senchen's voice echoed on the wharf, scaring away several foraging seabirds.

Yi Yaer looked at Yin Senchen excitedly, saying with deep affection: "The Water Dragon Temple will not let you down."

"If you are willing, I naturally agree."

"Thank you, Master."

Chen Yi laughed "hahaha." Selling Yin Senchen and still making him thank him—it was truly too embarrassing, so he could only use hahaha to express it.

Next, with Yi Yaer leading, they discussed the specific process of participating in the war. Chen Yi rarely stayed by their side, waiting until they finished speaking before saying: "Yin Senchen, originally I prepared to give you 1000 tons of grain as a reward. Now thinking about it, it seems insufficient to compensate for your contribution..."

"Master, Yin Senchen's Divine Arts were all given by you; there's no need to mention compensation. Just as I once swore, I will wholeheartedly serve the Chen family..."

"This is how it will be: wait 300 days, at the latest until the Temple War ends. I will think of a way to arrange another ceremony for you, allowing you to add another Divine Art. As for how many, it depends on your ability. On the battlefield, temper yourself well."

"Yes!" Yin Senchen shouted with spirit a hundredfold. The ceremonies Chen Yi provided usually didn't have many people, and the probability of gaining Divine Art was very high.

Yi Yaer was secretly surprised, and said: "Divine Art Knight Yin Senchen will receive treatment befitting his status and position. Please rest assured, Lord Chen Yi."

"Best be so." Chen Yi's smiling words carried a sting, once again suppressing the High Priest's aura.

West River Water Fortress and Ma La jointly held a grand farewell ceremony, announcing the news that Divine Art Knight Yin Senchen was about to go participate in the Temple War...

The fleet merchants doing business at Xima Market drank with great excitement, holding up 52-degree Erguotou in their left hand and 55-degree Tequila in their right, shouting: "So West River Water Fortress really has a Divine Art Knight; then we can do business with peace of mind..."

Just then, a line of Divine Art Knights like white egrets came before the reviewing stand.

Yin Senjin, Yin Senyong, Yin Sen Guan, Yin Sen Sheng, and Yin Senpi, plus Yin Senchen already on the stand—6 Divine Art Knights stood in a row, simultaneously displaying their Shenjia, forming multicolored flames of light.

"How beautiful." Jin Douna exclaimed in an extremely anime-style way, her two hands clasped together, striking quite the anime cheerleader girl pose.

Council Chairman Gasa Ye of the Ma La Council of Elders trembled all over, unknown if from happiness or fear. A giant sleeping soundly by one's bedside — truly a life-threatening bad thing.

Yi Yaer, sitting next to Chen Yi, then began to consider whether to send up those ten thousand Conch Shells again.

Chen Yi, however, kept smiling throughout, as if truly appreciating a street-dance-like ritual.

Three days later.

Yin Senchen rode the Earth Dragon gifted by the temple, holding a 120-meter Titanium Alloy Long Spear forged on Earth, slowly proceeding toward the Battlefield.

Chen Yi received in full the Gold Coins, Slaves, and 100 ships of Natural Rubber. The extra Conch Shells Yi Yaer sent were refused by him; Zhou Houyuan's Mineral Pool was expanding every day, and from next month there would no longer be any surplus ore appearing. This meant the monthly target of 120 tons of Precious Metal had already been achieved; a mere 2-plus tons of Conch Shells were simply not in his eyes.

Over 50,000 tons of supplies — even the Water Land God Box could only barely hold them — so Chen Yi set aside all the Precious Metal, covered them slightly, preparing to process them first after transporting back.

The Spatial Subway, as usual, was to drive towards the Saint Qiao Kingdom.

Taking advantage of the brief travel time, Chen Yi organized several large Containers.

The Saint Qiao Kingdom's development level was obviously higher than the West Continent — this was perhaps the difference between a civilization center and a border town. Chen Yi therefore also did not need to provide too many resources to them; the Mages' power was already sufficient to deal with their own enemies.

After a not very obvious stopping motion, the spacious Mage Tower appeared on the other side of the Light Curtain.

Timothy Great Mage and four Red Robe Mages waited there, and simultaneously appearing were over a hundred young Mages. Their work was quite complex; besides having to sort the supplies Chen Yi brought, they also had to provide Light Curtain-approved trade goods.

"Master's Shenjia has increased again." Holy Knight Grindel could infer a part just from the surface.

Several hundred million in Bond Redemption every week — Chen Yi could not avoid increasing it even if he didn't want to.

He laughed without speaking, swiped on the Crystal Screen for a moment, redeemed a pile of High-level Scrolls and Potions, then asked: "If I redeem Gold Coins, can you pay?"

Timothy was startled; the Gold Coin numbers on the Crystal Screen increased by hundreds of millions at a swipe. Although he could take out a portion, it was too far from the Crystal Screen's requirement.

To avoid offending Master, Timothy said with a forced calm: "We will try our best to raise them, but the Kingdom is in the midst of war; although there are many gains, Gold Coins are not many — perhaps... we can provide 500,000."

Thanks to the continuous wars, they had robbed some local City Treasuries; otherwise even reaching double digits would be difficult.

Chen Yi immediately swiped 500,000 on the Crystal Screen.

Same money, but at this time the value of gold was different to him.

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