Chapter 77 A Strange Altar

Theo's expression froze.

Before he could even utter a word of refusal, the girl in his arms pushed him down onto the bed, leaned over him, and knelt on his waist with her soft, delicate body, gradually pressing down to seal his thin lips.

Jiang Nuo seemed to be doing it on purpose, preventing him from saying anything that would refuse her.

Then a soft, pleading voice rang out: "Please, let me go with you, okay? I promise I'll be good and won't run away."

The girl's lips parted slightly, but with each word she spoke, they met the other's thin lips. Her misty eyes were crystal clear, and her small hands were gently scratching the man's chest with her fingers.

Theo sighed, raised his arm to hug the girl who was pressing down on him, and said helplessly: "Sleeping in bed with Nuonuo is both a pleasure and a torment."

"it is good."

He gave a light reply. Anyway, they were just going to the battlefield base, and as long as they didn't go too deep, there shouldn't be any danger.

……

Starlight poured down, illuminating the silence of the night. On the bed, figures entwined in a tender embrace, a scene of harmony and beauty.

……

The next day.

The Temple of the Beast God.

The attendants were all waiting outside the palace; the only person in the entire hall was the crimson figure on the throne.

After Jiang Nuo was taken away by Theo, Xuan Yan kept glancing at the bracelet on his wrist and scrolling through his friend list, checking it every half hour, as if he had some kind of ridiculous obsessive-compulsive disorder.

No news.

There was no interaction.

It was not deleted.

I haven't blocked you.

It seems like this friend request disappeared without a trace after being accepted; there's been no response for a whole day and night.

"This little thing." Xuan Yan shook her head, seemingly speaking to no one in particular: "I told you I wouldn't bother you, but you can't even bother me?"

After he finished speaking, he stood up, but just as he was about to walk down the steps and leave the hall, the halo around the beast god statue behind him suddenly flickered.

Xuan Yan stopped abruptly, his expression changing slightly. He turned back and looked excitedly at the statue that hadn't reacted for a long time, then rushed over in the next second.

But a few meters from the statue, he stopped, dusted off his clothes, and tidied his appearance.

After doing all this, he stepped forward and bowed slightly: "Beast God, do you have any new will to convey? The entire Interstellar Federation will follow your orders."

After he finished speaking, the halo around the statue spread out, enveloping Xuan Yan within it.

It's as if they're conveying some kind of mission.

However, during this process, Xuan Yan's expression became increasingly solemn, filled with surprise, worry, and unease, clearly indicating that the will being conveyed this time was not a good thing.

"Yes, I understand..."

A few seconds later, the halo disappeared, and Xuan Yan frowned. He held his breath and concentrated, a myriad of thoughts gathering in his mind, and a troubled look appeared on his face.

It was as if a thought was pulling him in the middle of his mind, gradually trapping him in it, making it difficult for him to extricate himself.

And just then.

A servant entered the hall and reported, "Your Highness, news just came from the garrison base on the First Battlefield that Lord Theo Castile of the Virtual Star Nation has taken a young lady there to investigate General Phil's whereabouts. I wonder... should we provide them with the complete battle log?"

After all, once soldiers enter the battlefield, all their combat trajectories and route animations are recorded. They will only become disconnected after leaving the virtual system's coverage area and the signal is completely lost.

Providing combat routes and trajectories allows for a faster determination of the missing person's current location and historical trajectory, making rescue operations much easier.

Upon hearing the servant's words, Xuan Yan's expression changed drastically, and he asked nervously, "He actually took her with him?!"

"Uh……"

The waiter looked up, bewildered, seemingly unsure of who the temple master was referring to.

Moreover, isn't this a very ordinary matter? Why is the Palace Master reacting so strongly? "Whoosh—"

But just as the waiter was thinking to himself, he suddenly saw a blur before his eyes, and the crimson figure in front of him turned into specks of light and disappeared in the blink of an eye, vanishing from the hall.

……

Deep within the desolate star field.

Despite the overnight sandstorm, the stench of blood still lingered in the air.

The corpses of a large number of wild beasts lay scattered everywhere, with severed limbs and broken legs scattered all over the place. The stench emanating from the pus and blood was nauseating. Among these foul-smelling corpses, a severed tiger claw lay hidden in the sandstorm, with half of a tiger's tail bitten off beside it.

However, no whole tiger carcass was found among the piles of corpses.

And several hundred meters away from this battlefield.

There is a high sand dune, but if you look closely, you can see that the center of the dune is slowly flowing, just like a vortex that leads underground.

There were also several miscellaneous items nearby.

Military caps, gloves, photos, etc.

"Roar--"

Suddenly, a soft tiger roar came from underground, but the sound grew fainter and fainter, as if the source of the sound was getting farther and farther away from the ground.

Surprisingly—

Even the swirling eddies that had been flowing earlier gradually disappeared, turning back into flat sand.

……

Dozens of meters below the sand.

A male figure was falling rapidly, and at an extremely fast speed. In just a few breaths, he had already fallen to a depth of seventy or eighty meters underground, and soon he had passed one hundred meters.

Moreover, the air around me felt increasingly cold, at least ten degrees lower than the ground temperature.

This person was Phil.

However, he was seriously injured and weak, and could not control his falling body at all. Although there was air flowing around him, so he wouldn't suffocate, there was nothing to grab onto.

He could only watch helplessly as his body sank deeper and deeper.

"boom!"

I don’t know how much time passed.

Phil's body finally fell to the bottom, but all around him was darkness. He touched his surroundings and found a cold stone platform.

Just then, his eyes were suddenly lit up and lights automatically appeared on both sides.

wow——

As the light came on, Phil struggled to his feet, but when he saw his surroundings, his expression froze, his face filled with disbelief.

"This is……"

Before him appeared to be a strange altar.

Why is it considered eerie? Because there are two stone pillars of different colors on the altar. One of them is blood red, filled with malevolent energy, death, and filth. It seems that one can still feel the resentment of many dead spirits inside, but it also accumulates a huge amount of energy, as if it were the convergence of the physical energy of many lives in life, which was collected here after death.

The stone pillar on the other side, however, was shrouded in a deep green halo. The aura emanating from it was the complete opposite of that of the stone pillar next to it; it was pure, clean, and brimming with a very strong life force.

This left Phil dumbfounded.

These things were clearly beyond his imagination.

Could this be...

Is it the legendary top-tier wood-type talent—the purification and transformation of energy?!

(End of this chapter)

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