Light Fortress

Chapter 1733 - 385: Internal Meeting_2

After his domain was breached, his flesh was torn apart by the shrapnel from the explosion, and the Black Silver attribute caused the source quality within him to continuously flow out. This is the main reason for his current state of exhaustion.

"Please... save us."

Yin Zhuo stared at the large red figure amidst the thunderous rainstorm, squinting his eyes to carefully observe.

There are few in the entire Five Continents who can reach this coordinate alone.

This is a Titled Transcendent.

And a very powerful Titled Transcendent at that.

Linking the stormy night with the red thunder, the man’s identity is not hard to guess.

The First Divine Envoy of the Source Tower!

"Besides the members of the temple, I also saved Transcendents from the Source Tower... several of them!"

Yin Zhuo communicated anxiously.

Under the push of the tide, the floating Light Ball Barrier finally arrived in front of the Red Dragon.

"Red Dragon Sir!"

"Divine Envoy Sir!"

Red Dragon frowned slightly, looking at the Source Tower Enforcers clad in white robes of the Light Temple, calling him sir repeatedly.

"These... are actually survivors from the Source Tower."

Yin Zhuo’s voice was hoarse. "Having lost their vessel, returning from the Ice Sea to the mainland requires strong faith. They collapsed midway; I had no choice but to transmit faith... It was the faith in the Light that saved them and kept them going here."

"..."

Red Dragon remained silent, his brows still furrowed tightly.

"Have we drifted for a long time? Did we trigger the ’time prohibition’..."

Yin Zhuo lifted his head, his expression bleak, murmuring: "What is the current situation of the Five Continents?"

"For a long time, but not as long as you imagined."

Red Dragon spoke slowly, saying: "Only a month has passed since the Ice Sea Ruins incident, but many things have happened in the Five Continents, and the situation is very tense now."

"What is the external view on the Ice Sea Ruins incident?"

Yin Zhuo continued to speak urgently: "I need to report the truth of the Ice Sea Ruins to the Temple Grand Elder! I must appeal to the Holy Judge of [Barrier] for injustice, and I will expose the shameless faces of the East Continent, North Continent, and the Storm Church to all of the Five Continents!"

Red Dragon remained silent.

He decided to hold onto kindness towards Yin Zhuo and keep the news that the Temple Grand Elder and Jia Wei have already gone ahead... better not to say it at this time.

The atmosphere over the Ice Sea was a bit stiff.

Yin Zhuo paused in realization of the discordance in the atmosphere.

"What’s wrong?"

"Nothing... I was just thinking of something. The defensive line of Yuanting Island is tightly guarded by the Storm Church." Red Dragon asked: "How did you manage to transmit back the spiritual message?"

"Gathering all the spirit."

Yin Zhuo said seriously: "It was a gamble. I believed the church would not abandon us... if someone received this strand of spirit message, then we would certainly be saved."

"You did well."

Red Dragon nodded and said: "Upper City received this signal."

Yin Zhuo smiled, his expression no longer as tense as before.

"In ten minutes, the Cloud Ship will arrive."

Red Dragon asked again: "I have one last question... what about Meriz?"

This name made the people in the Light Ball Barrier appear somber.

"Unfortunately, Upper City’s [Giant Moon] died in the Ice Sea Ruins mission..."

Yin Zhuo’s voice was raspy as he said: "Meriz’s injuries were too severe to heal, he remains forever in that sea."

Hearing this, Red Dragon’s always furrowed brows finally relaxed.

"All right, it’s not a problem now."

Red Dragon said softly: "Next, I’ll take you home."

...

...

The tide overturned, the raging waves calmed.

The storm ceased, and the sea returned to silence.

"Divine Envoy Sir, there is an extraordinary aura from the Storm Church appearing on the northwest side."

"Divine Envoy Sir, the Extraordinary Radar has yielded no results, shall we continue searching?"

The Cloud Ship of the Source Tower docked at the target location. Red Dragon, with wet boots, returned to the cabin of the Cloud Ship, shaking his head heavily and announcing the news of his fruitless outdoor venture. Those optimistic about the operation in Upper City now have little of that optimism on their faces.

For this sea rescue was indeed mysterious.

The ship has sailed out over a hundred kilometers.

Yet no trace of life has been found.

According to previous analyses, at this distance, the trace of those "survivors" should have been found.

"Without food or source quality... even if they are titled, they may not be able to return from the Ice Sea, especially since they probably are heavily injured..."

The atmosphere inside the Cloud Ship was deeply depressed.

"If they couldn’t hold on, we couldn’t find their ’trace’."

The ocean is the most heartless thing in the world.

It devours everything.

Leaving not a trace.

Alive, they can make some noise; dead, there’s nothing at all.

Red Dragon returned silently to his resting cabin. Outside, there were still many noisy sounds, but they no longer mattered.

Just now, he faintly sensed the summons from the Ancient Literature Society.

Closing his eyes.

A strand of spirit continuously dove beneath the stirring sound of the seawater, further down until he arrived at a small meeting room of only four people.

"064, the mission is complete."

Even though the four people inside this meeting room are aware of each other’s identity, Red Dragon habitually referred to himself by his digital codename.