Light Fortress
Chapter 252 - 228: The Wind of Revival

Chapter 252: Chapter 228: The Wind of Revival

"Buzz—"

An extremely faint sound of tearing through the air.

Like the buzzing of mosquito wings, barely audible, a drone slowly progressed through the high sky, fulfilling its mission to patrol the borders of the old city district. In an era of rapid economic growth in the East Continent, the council had already considered fully implementing the "Deep Sea" network, and soon, the old city district would also be covered by "Heavenly Eye."

It was just a matter of time.

However, this drone stopped just before the pitch-black night sky.

Its high-speed lens captured the inconsistent color tones of the world before it—a vast domain of darkness enshrouded the world. According to the operational algorithm of Deep Sea, it should have captured all of this, then waited for the main server’s response.

If it triggered a "Transcendent anomaly" alert, all the Transcendents of the sector would be notified.

But today was an exception.

This drone hovered before the night sky of "Xumi," paused for several seconds, and received feedback from Deep Sea’s main server.

It began to "turn back," prematurely completing its mission for the day, and automatically deleted the captured images from its database.

The silently "returning" drone, however, caught the attention of someone looking up from the ground.

"Mr. Xiao Cui, the matter of the ’Angel Envoy’ is far more severe than either of us could have imagined,"

wearing a round-shouldered cloak, Gu Nanyi watched as the drone controlled by Deep Sea chose to cover it all up. His voice became grave and serious, "The supreme privileges enjoyed by the highest seats in ’Deep Sea’ have disrupted the balance between the Five Continents. If the bill is passed, what will happen next on this land... it might be beyond our control."

Cui Zhongcheng and Gu Nanyi stood before the dark domain.

"... I will report truthfully to the senator," said Cui Zhongcheng, gazing deeply at the departing drone. He spoke softly, "There’s only so much I can do regarding the bill; after all, I’m just an ’assistant to a senator.’

Gu Nanyi felt some regret, but he also expressed understanding.

He smiled, "The path ahead is perilous; you should wait here."

This young man, who had been stationed in the North Continent for many years, carried a long sword and extended a hand in front of the "Xumi" domain. Invisible ripples rippled steadily.

The next moment.

He stepped forward and disappeared from where he stood.

...

...

The wind sweeping over the ruins of Lion Alley carried a mix of the scents of blood and rust.

A blood-stained iron sword, clutched by hands dripping with blood, was slowly pulled out, then crushed.

Having performed this action, the owner of that arm had exhausted his strength... he lay on the ground, his arm that had just been lifted fell heavily, and in the silent world, an extremely faint heartbeat still echoed.

Song Ci opened his eyes, seeing only a blur before him... He could see nothing, there was no need for sight, so he slowly closed them again.

He felt as if his "consciousness" had already shattered.

That he was still alive was nothing short of a miracle.

Tie Wu believed this too... Logically, no one should have survived such an attack in this world.

Perhaps there were always exceptions.

This man’s vitality indeed was tenacious, but performing such a pointless act made no sense. If he wanted to "barely cling to life," it would be better to wait until the storm had passed and then crawl out from the wreckage, which might allow him to escape with his life.

Since he hadn’t died, might as well finish him with another sword strike.

He frowned, not thinking further.

Lifting his hand.

With a "swoosh," the iron sword that had been pulled out instantly rose from the ground and hammered viciously back down toward Song Ci’s head.

Seconds later.

With his back to Song Ci, Tie Wu, preparing to leave riding on an iron shard, had taken a few steps when his figure suddenly froze.

The sound of the falling iron sword abruptly stopped, an uncomfortable sensation... just like when someone on an upper floor takes off one boot, and the sound of the second boot’s landing never comes.

Tie Wu squinted and slowly turned around.

His falling sword was suspended above Song Ci’s cheek, the tip a hair’s breadth from those tightly shut eyes.

A silent wind blew through the crater, past the iron sword, and through the brittle strands of Song Ci’s hair.

In the wind that passed everything, a snow-white yet powerful palm emerged.

This palm gripped the iron sword.

Thus, the iron sword was completely erased from Tie Wu’s perception... he lost the connection and could no longer control the iron weapon. The man dressed in a round-shouldered cloak slowly loosened his grip, the iron sword scraped past Song Ci’s cheek and plunged into the ground.

The clanging sound of the sword made Song Ci’s eardrums ache.

He struggled to open his eyes and saw a blurred face.

Unclear... probably never seen before... but deep down, it felt inexplicably reliable...

With great difficulty, Song Ci uttered two words: "Thank you."

Gu Nanfeng replied just as gently with two words, "You’re welcome."

On the tense battlefield, filled with the smell of blood and rust, the casual exchange between the two sounded like old friends who hadn’t met in years.

From Tie Wu’s perspective, this scene was inevitably ironic.

As an "Angel Envoy," with extremely sharp instincts... Tie Wu knew very well that without using the token, there were people he could fight, and there were definitely those who were no match for him.

If there was enough time.

Then this tough and brawny brute... he should be able to defeat him.

But this ghostly appearing beautiful man, he likely... was not an opponent.

This was a strong intuition.

Even though the man before him wore a faint smile, appearing gentle, peaceful, and harmless... Tie Wu had not caught any trace of his arrival.

His speed was too fast, much faster than Song Ci.

"Changye, Gu Nanfeng."

The man in the round-shouldered cloak spoke softly, the phrase seeming directed at Tie Wu, but in fact, it was an introduction for Crow.

Changye?

Tie Wu’s pupils constricted, realizing there was something wrong with this place name.

Crow looked somewhat confused.

He knew very well that from birth until now, he had never left Da Du.

And Changye, he had absolutely no connection to it.

"Bearer of countless calamities, the ’Undead,’ enduring tremendous suffering, the ’Chosen One’... I have come for you." Gu Nanfeng slowly crouched down, these words were for the "Angel Envoy" of Source Tower to hear. While speaking, he took out the token from his chest.

Unlike Tie Wu’s grape insignia.

This insignia was carved with an eagle spreading its wings.

Song Ci’s perplexed gaze gradually focused. After Gu Nanfeng opened his palm, that insignia floated above the gaunt man’s forehead, changing from dim to bright, and emitted bursts of radiance.

The air swirling around Gu Nanyi carried a healing scent, which began to spread.

This was the wind of revival.

"Seeing... ghosts..."

Tie Wu’s complexion suddenly turned pale.

Had this fellow from Changye City come to deliver Gu Changzhi’s token?

Gu Changzhi wasn’t dead?!