Chapter 202: Arrival

Saifaar, with his mouth dry and tongue parched, finally after extracting the information about Qier Tizi, told the other party how he had accidentally obtained the ritual and the related information.

Thus: Duzula Shiliu Shi lightly nodded, lowered his eyes to glance at the paper for a moment, then said lightly, "Let's do it that way; I'll send people to assist you."

Saifaar was somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected Thus: Duzula Shiliu Shi to agree so easily, and wondered whether the other side wasn't worried that his spell circle would be ineffective, but rather that it might be easily discovered and alert the enemy.

Seeming to have read the other's thoughts, Thus: Duzula Shiliu Shi chuckled lightly and looked toward a shield hanging on the room's wall.

The shield was a long shield depicting the proud sunrise sun, with vivid feathers hanging from its base, displaying the greatness and beauty of the Sun God.

"Sun God, how mighty yet how cold," Thus: Duzula Shiliu Shi sighed.

"My people do not need such a deity; I have long grown tired of that cruel, endless blood sacrifice."

"People have long been accustomed to gazing at the noble sun, yet they overlook the graceful feathers beneath it."

"Feathers, that is the belief the Niksaran should hold," Thus: Duzula Shiliu Shi turned his head, stared at Saifaar, and said word for word.

Saifaar's expression turned surprised, for he felt a powerful divine force emanating from Thus: Duzula Shiliu Shi's body; he had not expected the other to be a shaman.

But how could someone secretly rebelling, committing such defiance, ever receive Taizka's favor?

The next moment, when he saw a pair of massive feathered wings sprout from Thus: Duzula Shiliu Shi's back, a flash of understanding crossed his eyes.

"The Feathered Serpent God, huh? Didn't expect such swift action," Saifaar thought, relieved.

This also explained why the other agreed so quickly to set up the spell circle; as a shaman, the divine‑power runes within the spell circle were evidently very clear to Thus: Duzula Shiliu Shi.

"I understand, respected Thus: Duzula Shiliu Shi; I will complete the spell circle setup as soon as possible," Saifaar bowed his head slightly and accepted the task.

——

September marks the end of the rainy season, yet the two‑month‑long downpour showed no sign of ending, becoming fiercer than usual.

In the gloomy sky, threads of silvery light flickered faintly, and from those scant traces one could vaguely discern a massive beast weaving through the clouds.

Its enormous wings unfurled like a sky‑covering sail; amid the rolling clouds, Juan Ce Long flashed by, covering several hundred meters in an instant.

But soon, it looped around and turned back, weaving through the clouds.

It has maintained this state for ten days.

The army pressed on on the horses beneath them; the four‑legged warhorses could not match the speed of the Sky‑Child, and Naimi Xisi's flight speed was several times theirs, draining his patience as he waited for the troops.

"Damn it, if I could use the Nine‑Ring Spell now, I wouldn't be in such a mess," Naimi Xisi muttered, frustrated.

The Nine‑Ring Conjuration spell pushes teleportation power nearly to its peak; with a power gem, he could create a portal that would let the nearly ten‑thousand troops cross thousands of li in an instant.

Especially when crossing the rainforest, they often encounter all sorts of Monsters; without those bulb‑shaped creatures that used to add to the downpour and cause the rainforest monsters to fight each other, the number of Monsters in the forest has been increasing.

To prevent heavy losses before reaching Thus: Duzula Shiliu Shi, Naimi Xisi had to start slaying Monsters, making him feel like a nanny for the army.

"Damned Boris, how dare you make a noble dragon like me a nanny; you'll pay for this!" Juan Ce Long snarled, grinding his sharp teeth.

During these ten days, the army crossed the Death Rainforest, passed the ruined cities of Tikal and Naska, and pressed onward, soon nearing Duzula City.

Nearly ten thousand knights clad in steel armor surged like a black torrent, drawing attention; wherever they went, Niksaran tribes fled in panic.

Thanks to the army's leader now being a dragon, the knights dared not commit any looting or assault, fearing the dragon might swallow them whole if displeased.

Along the way, the knights obediently marched—rested—marched in a cycle. This cautious approach left the perpetually irritated Naimi Xisi without a reason to punish them, so he vented his anger on the monsters they encountered.

Now, finally arriving at the agreed location, the knights breathed a sigh of relief; after ten days of constantly playing the subordinate, they were fed up.

The knights halted at a place called Milu Mountain, built a camp at its foot, and Naimi Xisi, unusually, descended from the sky to lie down in the center of the camp.

This was the spot Boris had told them to head to; someone would meet them there.

At this moment, in a hollow on the mid‑slope of Milu Mountain, Greiro had already been awakened by the army's movement.

With eagle‑sharp eyesight he gazed toward the camp interior, shocked.

Those nearly nine thousand knights wore steel armor he had never seen, each possessing a remarkably robust physique.

Their spirit and vigor were excellent, clearly elite soldiers.

Greiro possessed respectable strength, equivalent to a level‑10 Warrior, one of the few strong men under Thus: Duzula Shiliu Shi, yet within this army, there were a dozen people who gave him a feeling of danger.

"Such a powerful army, these outsiders from another continent are not easy opponents. Whether the general's cooperation with them is a blessing or a curse, I wonder," Greiro sighed.

!

His gaze shifted, his pupils widened.

"What's that?!"

He was shocked, a wave of fear rising within him.

The silver monster was as massive as a small mountain; even when lying down its height exceeded twenty meters, taller than any structure in Duzula City aside from the pyramid.

That terrifying, massive form gave him a mountain‑like tension; Greiro felt he could barely breathe.

It was an instinct, like ants confronting a predator.

He knew that whatever it was, any creature before it would feel the same.

It is the natural enemy of all living things.

"Damn it, these outsiders from another continent actually have such terrifying war beasts?!"

Greiro didn't know whether to be glad or worried.

The Niksaran also have a tradition of breeding war beasts—American jaguars, cougars, and even some powerful Monsters tamed as mounts for warriors.

But the creature before him clearly exceeded the standards of a war beast.

Unfortunately, he did not know that this unnamed being was not only not a war beast but also the master of these elite soldiers.

Had he known, he would have been even more shocked.

(End of Chapter)