Chapter 1669: Used to it

The next morning, at 8:00 AM, the Redemption Highlands could be described as beautiful and sunny.

*Click-clack... *

A very discordant sound of a crossbow being cocked came, loading, aiming, ready.

*Bang! *

A crossbow bolt nearly three meters long, looking like a missile, shot out. Watching the crossbow bolt flying away, it would be a lie to say Su Xiao didn't feel the heartache. One Apollo = 100,000 Paradise Coins + Soul Crystal (Medium) x 1 + 1000 Mana points.

The crossbow bolt broke through the air, breaking through layers of air waves in mid-air. This time the target was the mountain range in the central area. There were a large number of Assimilators inside these hollow mountains.

After flying nearly three kilometers, the momentum of the crossbow bolt slowed down, the arrowhead tilted downward, and finally pierced into a mountain wall.

With a crisp *crack*, a large hole was pierced into the mountain wall, and the inside was pitch black. Right in this darkness, a crisp metal collision sound came.

A flash of orange fire tore through the darkness. It illuminated the surroundings, and numb and sluggish faces appeared. The occasionally jumping pale vertical pupils were even more creepy.

The fire became more intense, changing from orange to blue, and finally turning into white heat. All these things happened in an instant.

The Sun Flame spread inside the mountain, and the tens of thousands of Assimilators here were instantly burned into a gaseous state and vanished.

*Dong! *

A fireball with a diameter of at least two kilometers swallowed a mountain range. The scene was extremely spectacular. This scene was seen by many residents of the Redemption Highlands. They were no longer as sluggish or terrified as yesterday; after all, they had already seen it once.

Central area, Soul Altar.

With a *thud*, the pottery bowl in Saint Zha Jia's hand fell to the ground, inside which one could vaguely see the chopped-up Soul Vine.

Saint Zha Jia's mouth opened and closed several times. Although it wasn't his family's ancestral graves that exploded this time, that was his "barracks," and the Assimilators inside were his power.

"Demon Clan. Feather Clan, you bully people too much..."

Brother Saint Zha Jia was trembling with anger. From birth until now, he had never been as angry as he was now. He wasn't afraid of strong enemies, but this kind of attack that didn't even know where it came from made him very helpless.

Edge of the central area, Su Xiao stood on the tree canopy, observing the situation near the explosion point through binoculars.

Judging from the current situation, the central area was very dangerous. Rushing in was equivalent to looking for death. Therefore, Su Xiao simply didn't go in. There were still more than ten days left in the mission time. He would throw an Apollo over every day. He didn't believe that Saint Zha Jia, the leader of the Progenitor, could always shrink back.

After observing for a while, Su Xiao took Xiang Ignoring Bubu Wang and Lilith back to the residence.

Early the next morning, the sleepy Xiang Ignoring Bubu Wang squatted on a giant rock. That little look seemed to be saying: "Master, we do this... is it not good? My conscience hurt a little last night."

"Then you go steal the Ash Bud?"

"Woof! (Bomb the hell out of him, I support you)"

Xiang Ignoring Bubu Wang's expression was firm and righteous.

Different location, same launcher, same Apollo, the victim was still the Assimilators. With the power of Apollo, perhaps after a few more times, more than 90% of the Assimilators would be bombed to death by Su Xiao.

The sun fell into the world, and white fire rose into the sky. This seemed to have become a mandatory program every morning in the Redemption Highlands. The civilians had begun to get used to it, and some even prayed to that "sun."

On the Soul Altar.

*Click, click, click... *

Saint Zha Jia's teeth were almost bitten to pieces. Yesterday he turned his territory upside down, but found nothing. And this morning, his territory was bombed again. This was the third time, the third time!

Saint Zha Jia had observed the explosion site many times. He was sure that it wasn't a high-tech weapon, but a mysterious-side explosive, very likely an alchemical product.

At first, Saint Zha Jia suspected that this matter was done by the Black Marsh faction, then suspected the Demon Clan or the Feather Clan. But after thinking about it, he found that these conjectures didn't make sense.

The most depressing thing in the world wasn't being defeated, but being slapped hard in the face and not knowing who slapped it. What was even more maddening was that this kind of slap happened once a day, more punctual than breakfast.

Saint Zha Jia was so depressed he was about to explode on the spot, and Su Xiao's mood wasn't much better—it was just that the opponent was too able to endure. After three consecutive days of attacks, the opponent didn't even send out a single Assimilator. This kind of game where they couldn't see each other couldn't be said who won or lost, it was just that Saint Zha Jia's losses were more disastrous.

There was a good old saying: things don't happen more than three times. However, the next day, the fourth Apollo exploded in the central area.

*Dong! *

After the earth shook, Saint Zha Jia, with an extremely ugly face, appeared near the explosion point. Looking at the raging white fire in front, his heart actually calmed down, because he was a bit used to being bombed.

*Sss, sss, sss... *

Walking barefoot on the scorching ground, Saint Zha Jia was like a lion in his prime—fierce, strong, and unstoppable.

However, this lion was now a bit stunned by the bombing. For example, who exactly was bombing me? What was the opponent's purpose? Why was the attack location so precise? These doubts appeared in Saint Zha Jia's heart one after another.

"Is this... forcing me to leave here?"

Saint Zha Jia muttered to himself. At this moment, his pupils suddenly became sharp.

"Who!"

The blood vessels on Saint Zha Jia's arms surged. Looking at that appearance, these blood vessels were clearly about to break out of his body.

"Saint Zha Jia, it seems you need a commission."

A man wearing an Asaka-style black robe and a white alloy mask appeared.

"Asaka's people?"

Saint Zha Jia's expression relaxed a bit. Although the Progenitor and Asaka had no friendship, they were neighbors after all, and there were no grudges between them.

"Seeing you bombed so miserably, as a neighbor, if you are willing to pay, I will help you find out who the murderer is."

The person negotiating with Saint Zha Jia at this time wasn't anyone else, but Su Xiao. He didn't want to consume with the opponent anymore, so he came near the explosion point.

"Do you know who did it?"

Saint Zha Jia frowned, unable to tell if he was happy or angry.

"Not clear for the time being, but Asaka never lacks intelligence channels."

"..."

Saint Zha Jia was silent. To be honest, he did want to hire Asaka to help him find out the situation, but for some reason, he always felt the guy in front of him was very suspicious.

"No interest."

"Is that so? Then forget it."

Su Xiao turned and left without hesitation, very much like he was just here to try his luck to see if he could catch a commission.

"Wait."

"..."

"What commission do you need?"

"As for the commission, Soul Fruit is not bad."

"Hmph, if you want it, the Soul Fruit will mature in five days. That thing has no other use except to be destroyed."

Clearly, Saint Zha Jia already knew he couldn't keep this Soul Fruit. If he were more extreme, he might even destroy the Soul Vine. The reason he didn't do so was just because neither the Demon Clan nor the Feather Clan would do things too absolutely. Saint Zha Jia could actually get many benefits after the Soul Fruit matured. ===== CHAPTER 1670 =====