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Chapter 1411 - 405: The Power That Reflects the Realms! Hound of Light! Ash King!_3

Chapter 1411: Chapter 405: The Power That Reflects the Realms! Hound of Light! Ash King!_3

Everyone was blind to the truth; not to mention deciphering the rules.

And the only Silver Pearl that could reflect the correct principles had already distorted along with Gary Smith outside the city.

At this thought, everyone turned their hopeful eyes toward Hazel Howlscream and the other archaeologists, after all, they were the ones who understood the Solar Relic best.

Perhaps they could find a way to break the code!

Many archaeologists hung their heads in shame, and Hazel Howlscream shook her head and said with a wry smile,

"All the information I have has already been shared with you. In fact, the records of the relics say that Daylight City is a magnificent place blessed by the sun, bringing endless light to life, where you can reach out and touch the sun, but now..."

The rest of the archaeologists and scholars shook their heads too; they had been running for their lives all along the way, fortunate just to have survived, and had no time to pay attention to the relics.

Even if they had time, it would be useless, since there was no record of the existence of the Solar Relic— the only ones providing a way to break the code were the Faceless Brotherhood.

That is to say, the Alien Camp might very well have the upper hand.

At this thought, a genius couldn’t help but blurt out, "If only he were still here."

Having said that, the speaker realized their slip, since there were many of Gary Smith’s admirers here; it was like rubbing salt in their wounds, and they quickly shut their mouth.

The crowd fell silent, but agreed with the statement.

Yes... if only Gary Smith were still here.

Before, they had only seen the Mysterious Realm Novice wreaking havoc, shocked but not deeply affected.

But when it was their turn to explore the Secret Realm, they could feel Gary Smith’s keen sense of the rules and how he played with them in the palm of his hand.

And he was only twenty years old— not yet a giant, not even reaching the small change of some Top Geniuses.

He was truly a natural-born sage!

Unfortunately...

"Right, isn’t there a historical projection of Gary Smith?" Wesley Chenlake suddenly thought of something, hopeful.

Everyone else also remembered, and all eyes turned to Serena Martin.

"No!" Serena Martin decisively refused, leaving no room for negotiation.

Let alone the difficulty of summoning Gary Smith’s projection, which was completely uncontrollable, even if it were possible, she would not agree; for after Gary Smith’s distortion, his legend would be etched in the annals of the Multiracial Platform.

If they failed to qualitatively transform the strength of a Historian, repeated summoning of the historical projection would wear away this part of history.

And with Daylight City being so dangerous right now, forcing the projection of Humphrey Harris would not result in the real Gary Smith, and it might turn to ashes.

In that case, he would be unable to be summoned for a long time, perhaps even forever.

Serena Martin had already promised to witness the true world with the best assistant, Gary Smith, and to continue his legend.

If she relied on him forever, how would she grow?

"I was presumptuous," Wesley Chenlake said apologetically.

Everyone else was in a similar state; after all, it was not really possible to force Serena Martin, and the summoned Gary Smith would be uncontrollable.

The real Gary Smith was a man who supported the Human Clan with his distorted body.

A true hero!

Compared to him, "King" Humphrey Harris, was more like his protective layer!

As everyone racked their brains for solutions, Serena Martin tied her hair into a high ponytail, entered "Autumn Martin" mode, her gaze solemn, and quickly realized the issue, saying,

"What about the Sun Chariot?"

"It disappeared on the road, it must have been taken back by Daylight City, right? After all, Daylight City is a Sacred Land, it’s normal that carriages can’t be driven there," a genius of the Human Clan suggested.

The rest had similar thoughts, having seen the Sun Chariot dissolve into radiant light upon entering, so they never thought about it.

"Don’t use human fixed thinking to speculate on Ancient Civilizations; the Investigator’s Book says that arrogance is a big taboo, the Spiritual Power of relics wouldn’t create a dead-end situation; otherwise, Daylight City could have swallowed us directly," Autumn Martin said with a steady emotion, "Everyone check if anything extra has appeared on you."

Upon hearing this, though it felt like clutching at straws, people began checking themselves, but they discovered nothing different.

Just as they were about to give up, Smith Davies suddenly said,

"The Harrier tells me that atop the Soul, another imprint has emerged!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and projected an image of a sun pattern pierced by thorns, with six white flame rings extending around it, exactly corresponding to the number of Sun White Horses.

For the soul comes first, then the heart, inseparable from each other.

Hence, the Harrier had noticed the issue immediately after being reminded by Autumn Martin!

"It does seem to be... but it matches the number of my White Horses."

"Wait, I have it too!"

"Me too..."

"..."

Everyone was surprised to discover the abnormality on their Souls.

Autumn Martin also saw the mark upon her Soul, but it was different from the others; it was a Dark Sun with eyes growing inside, silently observing everything.

This is... the Dark Sun Observer Number!

Autumn Martin gazed at the mark, her usually tranquil eyes rippling slightly.

Anyone brought by Gary Smith bore the same mark.

"Is this his final gift to us?"

Hazel Howlscream murmured, her thoughts settling peacefully, then she infused the mark with Spirit Energy to activate it, and in the next second...

Buzz!

The mark burst into Radiant light, turning into a mist of Flames enveloping her, appearing like a Dark, Radiant Eye encased in a moving shell.

The others also lit up their marks one by one, some sprouting flames as legs, others transforming into sun-shaped spheres, bizarre in form, no longer resembling humans, but rather a group of...

Sun Attribute Demons!

"This is..."

A thought surfaced in Autumn Martin’s mind, and then she began to walk toward those ashen figures.

"Be careful!"

Elliot Pine warned, then saw his Granddaughter step into the range of Ashes and reached out to shatter an approaching ashen figure.

This girl, does she think she’s Gary Smith?

Just as he thought to rescue her, he observed that the Ashes did not reconstitute but drifted, adhering to Autumn Martin, or rather...

To the external shell resembling a "Beast," forming into meridians, blood vessels, and skin membrane, like an invisible artist dedicatedly sculpting a masterpiece.

With each step Autumn Martin took, a portion of the Ashes dissipated, but her body neither combusted nor turned to Ashes.

Autumn Martin murmured, and after being cloaked in the Ashes, she heard ancient whispers in her ear, like an old ballad. Though incomprehensible, the meaning was clear.

"Cloaked in Ashes, one sees Daylight!"

"The Supreme Sun, forever unextinguished!"

"The Hound of Light, hunter of all things!"

"The Central Royal Court, the Ash King!"

Even amidst the clutter of meaningless murmurs, Autumn Martin grasped the specific challenge of this stage.

Collect enough Ashes, then head to the King’s Court in the center of Daylight City,

To meet that entity...

The Ash King!