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Chapter 482 The Undying Sun

In the blink of an eye, the dark train disappeared from sight.

The gentleman rubbed his eyes and turned to look at his attendant.

The servant's mouth was slightly agape, his gaze still fixed on the spot where the train had sped past, and he remained lost in thought for a long time.

"Just... just suddenly, a few bangs..."

The servant gestured with his hand, as if describing something he himself couldn't quite make out.

"The train sped past and disappeared from sight."

The gentleman's lips twitched slightly.

He looked in the direction the attendant was pointing.

Near the straight line carved by the wind blade, the soil was ripped up by the air blast, leaving several huge arc-shaped craters.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Behind him, the woman in the dark purple dress narrowed her eyes.

She did not speak.

She simply stood up silently, closed her folding fan, lifted her skirt, and turned to leave the stands.

The movements were very light and quiet, and did not attract anyone's attention.

Betty, standing nearby, stared wide-eyed.

She looked down at the craters left by the strong wind pressure; those craters were so familiar.

"teacher……"

Her voice was a little dry.

"The little mage wouldn't be thinking of...?"

She swallowed.

"But this isn't the ocean, it's land, and it's forbidden territory—three things!"

"Isn't he afraid of running into an epic demon?"

Freya did not answer.

She stared at the potholes, at the direction the train had disappeared in, her deep blue eyes churning with suppressed horror.

Her brows furrowed, and she suddenly flipped over the railing and jumped down.

Not far away, a figure was also squatting by the pit.

It's Aldrich.

He squatted at the edge of the pit, his rough palms pressed against the soil, his gaze fixed on the mark left by the wind blade.

His expression was very focused, as if he were calculating something.

Tobias jogged over, holding a spare copy of the gold route map, and bent down to hand it to him.

Aldrick stood up, took the map, and unfolded it.

His gaze swept across the map, looking at the wind blade marks on the ground, then he picked up his pen and drew a straight line from the location of Copper Gate City.

It's exactly the same as the line marked by Lin Gui.

It appears to be a line drawn randomly, without any pattern, and it doesn't even reach Fort Winterfell in the end.

Instead, it extends out from a place a hundred kilometers away from Dongtei Fort.

But the experienced Aldrich saw through the trick.

This line traverses the forbidden lands, passing through the territory of epic demons, a scourge to any transport convoy.

But it also avoided the mountains and the territory of the most powerful epic mid-level and high-level demons.

Aldrick smiled.

"No wonder that chariot was so heavy, no wonder it had such large horns at the front, no wonder it was designed to have the strongest knights in front of it."

"The guild has tried before, but failed. Can he make history?"

Behind her, Freya stood up and walked to Aldrick's side.

Her voice had a solemn and serious tone.

"Deputy Chief of Staff."

"I suggest that the Lieyang match be stopped immediately."

"His actions were tantamount to suicide."

Freya paused for a moment before adding.

"A master of levitation without chanting should not die so easily; this is a huge loss for the guild."

She tried to persuade Aldrick by emphasizing the value of the forest ghost.

Moreover, she believed that the only one who could stop Lin Gui right now was Aldrick.

If he wanted to, he could simply notify Turan, the proctor, and that would be enough to stop the train.

Aldrick did not respond.

His gaze remained fixed on the straight line he had drawn on the map.

The cut marks left by the forest ghost on the muddy ground pointed out the direction.

Then he laughed.

The smile was faint, but the curve of the corners of his mouth was wider than ever before.

"Every task assigned by the blazing sun is tantamount to suicide."

He raised his head and looked into the distance.

As dusk fell, the direction in which the train disappeared was left only with a vast, desolate wasteland.

"A weight of 30,000 tons."

"No other transport team has ever dared to carry such heavy supplies and fly so quickly."

His voice became even softer, carrying an excited, barely suppressed laugh.

"Who will die is still uncertain."

"What a crazy kid."

He stood up, dusted off his hands, and turned around.

Tobias.

Tobias quickly replied, "Yes!"

"Go back and prepare."

Tobias paused for a moment.

"Prepare...what?"

Aldrick walked past him with steady steps and a soft voice, but every word was clear.

"Prepare to welcome the birth of the fourth blazing sun."

He paused for a moment.

"No--"

"It is the birth of the fourth immortal blazing sun."

"As long as he comes back alive."

Tobias stood there, mouth agape, unable to utter a single word.

Freya was also stunned and stood there.

The Undying Sun.

Having worked in the transport team for many years, she understands the weight of those four words better than anyone else.

That was the true highest level of the transport team, the real blazing sun.

As Aldrich walked past Freya, he paused for a moment.

He knew Freya, no, to be precise, he knew all the legendary leaders of the Moon Transport Team.

He turned his head to the side, his gaze carrying the gentle look of an elder looking at a younger person.

"Miss Freya, I hope to see Kitakaze at the next selection."

After saying that, he walked away.

The figure gradually disappeared into the twilight.

Freya stood there, watching his retreating figure, unable to come back to her senses for a long time.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

Her gaze returned to the desolate wasteland.

That train has completely disappeared.

Night began to fall over the land.

Betty was the first to vault over the railing and land next to Freya.

Behind them, the rest of the North Wind Caravan followed one after another.

All eyes were on Freya.

Betty stood directly in front of her, tilting her head to look at her.

She had never seen that expression on Freya's face before.

As Freya's closest confidante and her personal disciple, she knew her teacher all too well.

When Freya faced the Wind Tower Master's questioning in the City of a Thousand Towers, she remained cold.

It is cold when facing the challenge of a legendary mage.

He remained cold even when faced with difficulties from high-ranking nobles.

But at this moment, the coldness in Freya's deep blue eyes had completely disappeared.

Instead, there was a suppressed, unquenchable anxiety.

Betty frowned slightly, and then she spoke.

"Teacher, the little mage will be alright."

She tried to keep her voice relaxed.

"Since he dared to do this, he must... be confident."

When she said the last few words, she could hear the weakness in her voice.

The North Wind transport vehicle weighs less than 100 tons, and even walking on land is like walking on thin ice; every step must be carefully calculated before daring to land.

The Blazing Sun Train, which Lin Gui was controlling, weighed at least 10,000 tons.

10,000 tons.

A hundred times that of a hundred tons.

She dared not even imagine what that concept meant.

And it's highly likely that it's at that speed; she's all too familiar with that rotating ring from the gills.

"Don't worry, he will succeed."

A voice came from the side.

Everyone looked over.

The speaker was Eli.

His tone wasn't particularly confident, but it carried a scholar's unique rationality and composure.

Freya looked at him without saying a word.

Eli took two steps forward, turning his gaze from the wasteland to Freya.