In the Everlasting Canyon, the mist is hazy, and the endless "lost paths" are still like invisible shackles, completely confining this long canyon.
Looking into the canyon through the thick mist generated by the illusion, I saw an endless stream of tents, large and small, with war flags standing there. It was almost endless as far as the eye could see, and it looked quite spectacular.
But if you look closely, you will find that many of the camps are in disarray. The listless soldiers have abandoned their helmets and armor, and they are lying on the ground casually. It looks like a mess.
Needless to say, this is the camp of the Holy Night Kingdom and the Canlan Federation Alliance Army.
After being trapped by Lei Xiao for such a long time, this once-mighty army had already run out of ammunition and food, and had lost all its energy. It was almost just hanging on, and its morale had dropped to the bottom.
After all, even the soldiers who subsequently went to transport food never returned. No outsiders knew what it was like in the canyon, so the news could not be spread.
For the soldiers trapped here, this place seems to have become an isolated island, and they need to spend every day in suffering and hunger.
"For the record, Your Majesty Speaker, although we only maintain it at the minimum, the final food supply has been exhausted again."
A middle-aged herald with a sallow complexion walked into the Chinese army's main account and reported to Sevier: "There has been no grain transport team to deliver supplies for a week."
"Those deadly and evil dark roots have just receded. Now we know nothing about the situation in the outside world. I am afraid that a huge change has already occurred in the human world."
Sewell's old face also had a listless look, and he waved his hands and said: "Let the soldiers continue to persist, and instruct all water magicians to provide sufficient water at all costs. Apart from this, we have no other choice.
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When the herald bowed and retreated, Sewell looked at another burly figure beside him and said, "His Royal Highness the Griffin Prince, what do you think of the current situation?"
"How else can we look at it? Since this terrifying illusion barrier has not dissipated, it means that the alien has not fallen."
Andre's scarred face was completely devoid of any energy, and he said feebly: "In any case, we underestimated his strength."
"You're right, it's arrogance and greed that have obscured our eyes."
Sewell's wrinkled face was full of regret, and he sighed heavily: "If I had not listened to the instigation of the Temple of Light, none of this would have happened."
At this point, Sevier's old face was startled, and he said: "Speaking of which, why does the Temple of Light want to sow discord between us and the Cold Flame Kingdom? Hasn't His Highness the Griffin Prince considered it?"
"What's the use of thinking about this? I'm just eager to fight. Since someone is pushing my boat, I won't let go of this opportunity."
Andre's voice became weaker and weaker, and he shook his head helplessly and said: "It's a pity that I chose the wrong opponent. I'm afraid this will bring a catastrophe to the Holy Night Kingdom. It's all our fault for being too reckless."
Seeing that Andre, who had always been known for his iron-bloodedness and stubbornness, was completely subdued, Sewell sighed and murmured to himself: "In the end, we are just foils, the source of the dispute.
It is the decisive battle between the young man from another world and the Temple of Light. Since the young man from another world is still standing, can it be said that the Temple of Light has been defeated?"
"What?"
Hearing the sound, Andre, who had been sluggish all this time, regained his energy and said with surprise: "Sir, Speaker, are you saying that the alien defeated the Temple of Light? Are you kidding me? This is absolutely impossible!"
"Don't you think those raging dark red roots are too strange? They suddenly appeared and then disappeared suddenly, and almost sucked all our energy away. They contain powerful taboo power, and their coverage is extremely large.
Guang must have been brewing for a long time, and it will definitely not be the method of the young man from another world. After all, the time for his arrival is limited."
Sewell gently stroked his short gray beard and said thoughtfully: "The answer is naturally self-evident."
"Sir Speaker, do you mean that the Temple of Light created those dark red roots that cannot be cut off?"
Andre's face was full of disbelief, and he frowned: "But why did the other party attack us?"
"No, from what I see, it's not just attacking us. I'm afraid the dark red roots have also spread to other places, because there is no trace of the dark red roots in the canyon. In other words, this is not the place where those dark red roots are.
Where the roots come from.”
Sevier's old eyes narrowed slightly and continued to speculate: "Even such a remote Eternal Sleep Canyon has not been spared. This shows that these dark red roots cover an extremely wide area. In the human world, I am afraid that only the Temple of Light can do this."
It’s something like this.”
"Couldn't it be the other two neutral organizations?"
Andre pondered for a moment, then raised his eyebrows and asked.
"It is indeed possible, but don't forget that the Temple of Light is the culprit who encouraged us to compete with that young man from another world."
A look of solemnity appeared on Sevier's old face, and he continued: "If the other party encourages me and others, it is just to kill people with a borrowed knife and divert everyone's attention, and then secretly cultivate those roots..."
"Then, wouldn't it mean that I became the opponent's pawn because of my confusion, or even sought my own death?"
Before Sewell could finish speaking, Andre blurted out: "If everything is really like this, with all the raging roots dissipating, wouldn't it mean that the alien really defeated the Temple of Light and even made amends with it?
Is it my fault for waiting?"
As Andre's words fell, the entire account suddenly fell silent, with only two pairs of trembling eyes still looking at each other, both filled with uneasiness and regret.
"It seems that His Royal Highness the Griffin Prince and His Excellency the Speaker have recognized the reality."
Without any warning, a calm voice sounded, and a figure exuding a vast momentum appeared out of thin air in the Chinese army's tent.
"A fifth-level powerhouse?"
Feeling the vast aura rushing towards them, Sevier and Andre couldn't help but be startled, and they all took a vigilant posture.
But after seeing the person clearly, the two of them opened their eyes wide again and blurted out: "It's you? Prince of the Holy Lion?"
Needless to say, what reflected in their eyes was Lei Xiao's figure.
Although the two of them had never seen Lei Xiao at such a close distance, Lei Xiao's magical portraits had already spread all over the human world, so the two of them recognized him immediately.
"His Royal Highness the Griffin Prince, Your Excellency the Speaker, this must be our first official meeting, right? I didn't expect that I was recognized right away. I'm really flattered."
Lei Xiao's face was gentle, but there was a faint chill brewing in his eyes. He smiled and said, "Then let's get straight to the point."