Chapter 575: Chapter 327 New Flying General_2
The small stone statue number one in Luo River suburb quickly changed direction, heading directly toward Suluo, and even further to Nido.
Similarly, the small stone statue number four before him quickly vibrated its stone wings, soaring into the sky along the window, directly heading north.
The shared images continued to extend, and Chen Feng knew that within a few days, he would get results and find the earth vein power needed for the Holy Shield Giant.
And now.
The image switched, and the small stone statue number two in the Snake Spirit Secret Realm sent a message.
He squinted slightly.
He knew that the squad from the Holy City should have already arrived near that barrier.
....
Whoosh!!
A giant falcon with brown feathers flapped its wings, skimmed low across the ground, and landed.
The stirred wind blew through the air, raising specks of dust on the ground that scattered before their eyes.
A line of sights focused on this scene, revealing a hilly area with ravines, close to a cliff, mostly dirt and gravel.
Seven or eight figures dressed in silver armor, green vine cloaks, and heavy bronze armor were waiting here, all looking toward the burly figure leaping down from the falcon.
"Oron, how is it?"
Someone asked, and it was evident that the burly figure carried a nearly three-meter large broad sword, clad in silver armor, unmistakably the Guard Captain of the Holy City’s Falcon Legion, Oron.
"There are some snakes and pythons watching nearby, but not many."
"From what I see, they shouldn’t have discovered us yet."
He said in a deep voice, his broad face and high nose bridge were rather serious.
Everyone nodded in agreement upon hearing this, very much acknowledging the intelligence he gathered using the wind.
"It seems the true strength of the snake-men is over there."
Someone spoke, glancing toward a vast green forest across the hill.
The greenery stretched for dozens of miles, adjacent to another forest cliff.
Below, the trees were lush with branches and leaves, and the roots were robust.
Everything should have been normal, but upon closer inspection, a massive blood-red barrier could be seen at the center, like a semi-transparent shell, sealing the sky and forest there.
Covering at least a thousand meters, peering through the blood-red barrier, one could see a hundred-meter large emerald lake inside, occasionally rippling with waves.
Outside the barrier, dozens of medium and small-sized black-scaled winged snakes hovered in mid-air.
Figures of snake-men clad in armor, holding spears, were carried by them, vigilantly guarding the barrier and patrolling the surroundings.
Below, there was a sprawling snake-man encampment.
There were red-scaled snake-men with drawn bows and arrows, patrolling warriors in black armor holding spears.... there were no lack of fourth-rank strong ones, occasionally even those from the Eight Great Tribes at the fifth-order commander level were seen.
"It seems like there are no snake-man saints."
"Lord Kali, should we act now?"
Retracting his gaze, someone looked at the leader of this expedition.
A woman with brown hair, wearing green rattan armor, a white cloak, and several floral pattern markings on her face.
"No rush."
Lord Kali shook her head and stretched out her palm.
A slight movement within, and a hazy green light surged from her palm, then flowed into the ground, merging with a bunch of green grass on the hill.
More green fluctuations seemed to spread, like ripples, expanding on the ground, even enveloping some of the trees in the lower forest.
Seeing her actions, everyone quietly closed their eyes without interrupting.
As the Legion Commander of the Green Vine Army, Lord Kali was born to communicate with plants, a fact known by many in the Holy City.
Oron, who got off the falcon, remained silent, only carefully observing her actions, contemplating the missions assigned by the Adams Corps Commander.
Try to memorize his observations and report them truthfully upon return.
Buzz!
Finally, the green peculiar fluctuations quickly dissipated, and the closed-eyed Kali opened her eyes.
Emerald colors seemed to flash fleetingly in her eyes, with brown wavy long curls scattered behind her, gently fluttering with the cloak in the breeze.
It seemed like a peaceful scene, but.
"At least three saints."
With a calm tone, the spoken words changed everyone’s expressions.
Including Molly, who came along, her expression shifted, her mood heavy.
Three saints.
The Holy City’s Legion Commanders numbered only three in total.
Moreover, even the strongest, Lord Adams, seems to have not yet fully surpassed the Saint Realm.
For a moment, everyone’s expressions were somewhat downcast, and they fell into brief silence.
The only sound was from the white-gray small stone statue spinning down, boldly lying in the hillside dirt, as if devouring soil.
"So, should we still take action?"
Someone asked hoarsely, their will momentarily wavering.
No one answered, all eyes turned once again to the team leader, Carrie.
"Even among Saints, there are distinctions of strength."
With a calm tone, Carrie gazed at the distant blood-colored barrier.
Confidence still filled her as she lowered her gaze to the white gray small statue.
"Besides, didn’t he promise he would appear?"
As the words fell, everyone followed suit in lowering their gaze to the small statue.
Poof, poof!
It vibrated its stone wings, spat out a mouthful of sand as if the taste was not right.
Its head shook from side to side like a rattle drum, and everyone fell silent once more. Molly felt a bit embarrassed.
Just as she was about to speak, but very quickly.
Poof?
The small statue paused while consuming sand, then suddenly raised its head to look at the distant barrier.
Everyone was slightly startled, and then saw it suddenly vibrating its stone wings, soaring into the sky.
The sound of stone wings flapping seemed to urge them, while also carrying a thread of intimacy and expectant excitement.
Molly was the first to come back to her senses, and the team leader Carrie also had a flash of her eyes, looking out towards the blood-colored barrier.
....
"Lord Barbarian Bone, the three tribes are in disagreement and constantly bickering over gathering forces."
"Do you think it necessary to ask the Divine Temple to send someone?"
In the central camp, a Snake-man asked in a low voice.
Upon hearing this, the Black-Scaled Snake Man wearing a black robe from the Divine Temple opened his eyes.
"How many times has this happened?"
"The third time."
The visitor answered truthfully, also informing him of the details.
"The Silver Wood Tribe is not very willing to participate in this siege alliance, and the Fire Rong Tribe feels the losses have been too great in recent times, harboring thoughts of withdrawal."
As the words fell, the black-robed Saint of the Divine Temple shook his head.
The Eight Great Tribes each hold their own territory and have done so for thousands of years.
The Snake God sleeps, the seven angels have disappeared, although the Snake God Temple can still command far and wide, it faces more obstacles than before.
"Tell them that attacking the Holy City is the Snake God’s decree personally received by the Great Elder."
"Moreover, by the revelation of the Snake God, an angel will return before long."
The black-robed Saint of the Divine Temple spoke in a deep voice, the visitor nodded in agreement.
Then, as if remembering something, he spoke again.
"Lord, there is one other thing."
"Speak."
"The Divine Temple has sent word, hoping you can return once to participate in the grand sacrificial ceremony, what do you think of this matter...."
"Let Barbaric Wolf attend in my place."
He shook his head in refusal, the visitor fell silent for a moment, then couldn’t help but glance at the blood-colored barrier outside the camp.
"For so long now..... Lord, do you really think that mysterious outsider will reappear?"
Not a trace or ripple for several months.
He doubted whether the outsider might have lost direction in the Star Realm, or lost the passage to this place.
To this, the black-robed Saint squinted, leaving the question unanswered.
The snake eyes under the hood appeared extraordinarily cold, never forgetting the near failure of the past.
"Since the Snake God once descended with revelation, then surely he will appear again."
"At that time...."
His gaze was cold, very aware of the powerful might this barrier held.
As long as the opponent dared to descend upon this realm again, then the Snake God’s offerings would have one more.
By that time, he, the one who personally captures him, would surely gain the Snake God’s blessings and....
Buzz!!!
Suddenly, an unusual ripple interrupted all his thoughts.
The snake eyes condensed, he vanished from where he stood in an instant.
Upon reappearing, standing in the air above the Snake-man Tribe’s camp.
Looking up, one could see in the air of the blood-colored barrier, a figure with blood-patterned wings and a single horn, its entire body a dark green color.
The scarlet eyes of glass steel looked down, the solidified snake eyes stared distantly, and locked gazes with it.
In an instant, all the black-robed Saint’s thoughts merged into one, his grin hideous, a murderous intent filled the sky madly rising.
"Despicable outsider!"
"You’ve finally appeared!!"