At the end of the line of sight were towering and rolling brown-red rock formations, with a pollution-free clear canal shimmering under the sunlight, flanked by lush palm trees, screening the exotic view of the Drifting City.
The Kelor Highlands were not suitable for humans, but the commercial city of Drifting City was different.
Speaking solely about the Human Race, when discussing the most exotic native ethnic groups of the Western Continent, Mika surely had its own top list.
The desert dwellers of the Oasis Country, known for their fair-skinned beauties like light chocolate, and the Bay People of the Northern Bay, each boasting the physique of bodybuilders with six-pack abs, could both make the Top 5.
In Liszt’s words, the women of Mulong were like Persian cats, naturally mesmerizing without the need for fake eyelashes, and despite the region’s low rainfall and strong sunlight, their skin remained fair and radiant.
The presence of Su Yizhana further made Mika temporarily rank Mulong high on his list of exotic charms.
Princess, are you alright?
Mika placed an iron collar around Carrie’s neck, chained her up, and gave a harsh tug, causing her considerable pain.
Haywood, due to the Great Power of the Demon God Army, traversed the boundless void, leaving marks and granting him Annihilation Elements that he could use at will. His power originated from Agares Da Gun.
As for Mika, now serving as a living sacrifice for Calirabos, his body was fully imprinted with the Dark Demon Scripture, allowing him to endlessly draw Annihilation Elements from the Annihilation Domain of the Frenzy Demon God.
However, Mika’s physical strength was limited, and as a medium, he couldn’t withstand an overload of power - otherwise, he could punch Aran Sword King to death.
As long as he didn’t exceed his limits, Mika could keep Carrie restrained. These seemingly iron implements were actually composed of Annihilation Elements and could hold even an intangible Dream Demon like a Star Crossbow.
Black Sail’s visit to Mulong wasn’t for tourism.
It was also for the Princess’s vision.
On the way back to the Drifting City, Mika had killed many Aran Soldiers, which was enough to offer up as tribute for a while. Whether it was torment or connection, it was all the same kind of offering to the Frenzy Demon God.
"We’ve merged so many times, can’t you be a bit gentler?"
Clad in just a tent cloth, Carrie complained painfully. She was a high-ranking member of the Demon Clan, but now was being commanded around by an insect. Once she escaped this predicament, she would kill Mika.
"As per your request, we bypassed all military outposts. If we encountered any Scouts, you took the initiative to provoke them. We’ve already brought you to Drifting City as promised, and now we must bid farewell."
The leader of the three geologists stated to Mika.
The three of them dared not enter Drifting City, which was occupied by Uborio’s forces, who would rip them apart and eat them alive.
"No, now you must work for the Resistance Army for free. Geology... if you are experts, you should be able to handle it."
As a Mulong Royal Knight, Mika was determined to restore Su Yizhana’s kingdom.
In the current crisis of survival, he had to use some stealth tactics to prevent Mulong from turning into another Monges Wetland-like state, even if it meant high-risk moves.
Utilizing special means to degrade the soil quality along the railroad’s path would make their infrastructure work more difficult, increase material costs, and the wages of railway workers coming from Aran would rise, slowly draining their resources.
If Aran and Mulong signed an equal treaty, with a railway ownership ratio of even six to four, where Aran had six, hiring local workers from Mulong at low pay, it could have been beneficial for both sides with a good economic cycle.
Sadly, the traditional skills of the Aran Military Government’s intangible cultural heritage were nothing to be proud of.
They simply took ninety-one percent, leaving zero point one for you, and ninety-nine point nine for themselves.
The Emperor was the legitimate ninety-one percent ruler.
There was no need to dispatch troops. A simple ninety-one gesture would control all the cowards who feared death. Many in Mulong fell for this, even the elite class, propping distant relatives as the Puppet King with no hope of resistance.
Crocodile Island, you’re a wicked person, but I’m even more wicked!
"Let’s go, and you behave yourselves too. Don’t push me to put collars on you as well."
Mika said, frightening one female geologist to the bone. This freak had been killing and torturing all the way, never avoiding them, and now he was acting out in front of the three geologists. She didn’t want this!
Although Liszt wasn’t around, whose Netherworld Energy surpassed all, and who topped searches for toppling Doringger in the spring by overshadowing the Beima civil war...
But now Black Sail’s core members were renowned figures, boasting an all-star lineup on Nether Star.
However, nothing new under the sun; the Western Continent’s version updates so fast. Now the spotlight was taken by other bizarre events. Recently, the Northern Bay Countries, usually as fragmented as potato chips, unbelievably federated into one nation, even aligning with defeated Beastman natives, forming a high-end establishment to turn Aran inside out.
The Winter Province, home to the Northern Prison, had been Aran’s enclave for twenty years and a disputed region.
The place’s harsh environment was terrifying, and even more so with the Cult of Pain Miracles frequently venturing there in search of something.
Logically, it was Aran’s bleeding slot, not worth much attention.
If the Emperor feared the cold, he wouldn’t be the Emperor. Venturing deep into the Northern Realm, into the Forbidden Zone of the Extreme North, surveyors discovered abundant world-class mineral deposits.
Both sides scented opportunity and were gearing up for a clash. Thus, the Aran Navy Commander turned a blind eye to the East Sea issues, leaving the mafia to his subordinates, deeming his intervention unnecessary.
Although the East Sea’s hype subsided, Black Sail’s all-star lineup still boasted a gigantic fan base.
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Due to recent outstanding performances by Black Sail, which directly poked into Crocodile Island’s critical points, reclaiming all enemy search chains and pushing towards Silver Moon City, the Resistance Army’s previous low expectations of the East Sea Pirates morphed into pure admiration.
Guards personally guided Mika, along with his three captives and a Star Crossbow, to Black Sail Headquarters.
Wolman and Celeste were stationed there.
Seeing Mika still alive and well, Wolman’s eyes nearly popped out. The Emperor is inviolable; tenacity surely brings return, especially after Mika’s death, when his vital energy congealed across the Time River, subduing the Dark Secret Forest’s ominous chaos.
"Damn, a Mulong Royal Knight is indeed special. Where did you get those tattoos? Looking impressive, you’re now a Rune Warrior for sure."
Wolman marveled, even making Mika take off his coat to show off. His arms and back were full of trendy, rectangular tattoos extending from the left cheek to the forehead, too fashionable. Strolling through Duguli with these runes isn’t just walking; it’s a statement!
Mika was speechless. He had about twenty shots left, but Wolman’s words had him itching to fight a Rune Warrior.
But now wasn’t the time. With Fen and Liszt absent, he had to convey urgent matters, operating the radio.
"Hey, that woman is moaning at you! What race is she, anyway?"
Wolman’s worldview shattered as Mika brought back an unknown species.
Seeing Wolman, this black giant, Carrie imagined him overwhelming her, rapidly restoring her Annihilation Energy! She moaned at him again.
But Wolman only felt chills, unable to approve. He thought Nagou, often called Little Mika, wasn’t just a bio-weapon anymore; it was a bio-hotel, spilling three billion mouse-clicks of toxicity. He dared not.
"She seems to be of Haywood’s kin."
Mika casually said, contacting Liszt.
Demons were rare; counting Carrie, Wolman had seen just two in his life.
Quickly, Mika’s discussion wasn’t about just two Demons but implying perhaps several within the Eternal Sect.