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Chapter 1351 - 456. This is not a failure, it is just 95% victory - extra Chapter for "Warm Wine Farewell" brother【23/25】_2

Chapter 1351: 456. This is not a failure, it is just 95% victory - extra Chapter for "Warm Wine Farewell" brother【23/25】_2

"What a selfish ghost!" the Psychic complained,

"If we had known where the King of Bone Biting’s treasure vault was, the grand undertaking at dusk wouldn’t have been delayed for so many years, it must have found some important relic from before the Era of the Creator..."

"Moss Valley!"

Tear Flesh whispered softly,

"The King of Bone Biting first rose to power there, and the first target after its rise was to snatch Moss Valley from the Shadow Elves, proving that place is of significant meaning to the King of Bone Biting."

"Indeed, it is the most likely place for the relic to exist, yet we can’t find it, Moss Valley has almost been turned upside down."

The Psychic shook his head and said,

"Not just us, I reckon even the descendants of the King of Bone Biting’s clan don’t know the exact location of that relic, perhaps the King of Bone Biting never intended to let others inherit that information. We are almost there, take off all the items containing Spiritual Energy on your person."

He turned back and warned Tear Flesh,

"There are Guardians in the guest room, they will react to Spiritual Energy, you don’t want to cause trouble, so just do it."

As he spoke, the man had already begun to remove all the Psychic Items on his body, Tear Flesh could only do the same.

However, the curiosity of the Old Wolf Man was obviously not so easily satisfied; it stared at the strangely formed door made entirely of bizarre steel and said,

"So the Civilization Slate... if it’s really as miraculous as you say, where does it come from exactly? You keep talking about the mysteries before the Era, I guess, these slates aren’t made by mere mortals?"

"Indeed, Creator."

The Psychic, now only in shorts, took off the decorative rings from his ankles and tossed them aside, not caring about his poor appearance at the moment, and held the oddly shaped "metal Magic Wand," and said,

"Just like all sources of miraculous creations, all Civilization Slates come from the Creator. Of course, on this Continent, the majesty of the Divine Spirits has replaced the legends of the Creator, only in Origin Land of the Sanghai People will you hear those poems that praise the Creator.

From this point alone, it makes sense that the Sanghai People, who call themselves ’People of the Creator’, look down upon the barbarians of the Continent who have forgotten the real power and instead worship the empty yet hypocritical Spiritual Bodies of the Star Realm.

This is truly shameful."

"But... but does the Creator really exist?"

Tear Flesh also took off his robe, revealing his gaunt body, and whispered,

"I always thought that was just a legend."

"Well, congratulations to you, you’ve stepped into a legend! The ground you stand upon was shaped by the Creator Himself, feel honored, Sir Tear Flesh, you are about to enter the halls of the Creator. This is not a right any lifeform can simply possess."

The Psychic grinned, chest puffed out as he stepped through the great door ahead.

Under Tear Flesh’s gaze, he spread his arms and stood in the door, letting the blue light flashing around the door frame scan his body, and finally, an odd voice speaking an incomprehensible language to Tear Flesh rang out.

It seemed like some sort of miraculous "check" procedure and, with a soft click, the merged metal doors slowly opened, radiating light that was bright yet not harsh shone forth, causing unprepared Tear Flesh to squint, peering through the spaces between his fingers to see a strangely clean space.

There were no gas lamps for illumination.

But the light strips hidden in the minimalist architectural style provided a steady and warm light source. There wasn’t much in this hall, neither many things nor much decoration, you could say it was "bare walls," yet its extremely minimalist yet "futuristically-styled" design gave the place a sense of "upscale" that the Wolf People couldn’t comprehend.

It immediately realized the Psychic wasn’t bragging; this indeed was the "Creator’s Land."

"Come in, what are you waiting for? The time of expulsion for Ningkinanka is approaching!"

The Psychic, clad only in boxers and a hooded cloak, called from the other side,

"Hurry and take away the remains of the King of Bone Biting, don’t interfere with my work here, I barely managed to secure this job from Lord Source."

"Ow, ow."

Tear Flesh rushed forward as dumbly as a clod, mimicking the Psychic’s posture, spreading his arms in the door, blue beams of light shot out around his head, sweeping across his body causing Tear Flesh to feel a slight discomfort.

The sensitive perception from the Psychic made it feel as if all its secrets were being analyzed by these beams of light at this moment, it couldn’t understand how this contraption worked, but it could roughly guess it was some kind of special "Reconnaissance Magic."

"Biological template code D-04, silver individual, threat level: low! As a first-time visitor to the guest hall, you will be granted ’temporary visitor’ status. Please adhere to the exhibition hall’s rules and regulations, and do not go to areas outside the visitor’s hall."

The gentle voice resonated near Tear Flesh’s ears.

It didn’t understand the language but somehow understood the meaning, the information was clearly being "copied" directly into the mind of the Wolf Man.

This made Tear Flesh feel the "greatness of the Creator" once again.

It stepped onto the Creator’s Land with an attitude of seeking knowledge and exploration, but seeing its own footprints leaving unsightly mud stains on the clean floor, Tear Flesh even felt an inexplicable sense of shame.