People are on the Ark, assisting Oma Zi-O

Or...he is not the only variable.

"Honestly, Tracy. If things are like this now, I don't want to play anymore."

The Shapeshifter looked at the Scavenger King and the Tressi siblings before him.

The Shapeshifter supported Tracy from the beginning because he hoped that Tracy could bring him something different and whether the cycle of Sarkaz could be broken.

But the situation before the Shapeshifter only saw another failed struggle. He had seen this kind of drama too many times in his ten thousand years of life. Moreover, he was more interested in the situation on Amiya's side than on Tracys' side, which seemed to be hopeless.

Although it sounds like he is a fence-sitter, he really wants to see what the extremely terrifying demon king described by Tracys looks like.

"Play? Do you still regard this place as your playground for fun and games, shapeshifter?"

The Scavenger King was obviously quite dissatisfied with the Shapeshifter's words that lacked seriousness and respect, but the Shapeshifter didn't care about the serious look the other gave him.

For tens of millions of years, the Shapeshifter has been on the periphery of the Sarkaz. He claims that he is different from other Sarkaz and is not affected by the Originium. However, as a mindless slime before the advent of the Originium, only he knows whether he is unaffected by the Originium as he claims.

Not only has the Shapeshifter himself been wandering outside due to his personality and pursuits, but even the souls of the Sarkaz do not actually accept this alien. Therefore, the Shapeshifter himself is not that interested in the so-called revival of the Sarkaz, just as he said.

I just thought what Tracy was doing was novel and a bit interesting, so I came over to help.

Of course, there is another high-sounding explanation for this, which is that he is conducting another social experiment through Tracys.

But now it seems that this experiment is on the verge of failure.

"Please don't place your overwhelming sense of responsibility on me, Neczrei. I told you the reason I came here from the beginning, but you just didn't listen."

The shapeshifters would not give the Sarkaz god of war any face. If we really talk about his age, he is old enough to be the ancestor of Ne'tsre even among the scavengers.

"You two, please don't argue about this at this point. Please focus on our future."

Manfred felt a headache as he looked at the two lords of the royal court who were already full of tension.

Before, the ones who would have disagreements and arguments from time to time were the Blood Demon Lord and the Scavenger King, but now the Blood Demon Lord has completely lost his power. Although it was a bit disrespectful, Manfred originally thought that things would be quiet, but now... why are these two arguing again?

"Please don't be so pessimistic, Shapeshifter. I just said that we have no way of defeating the Demon King face to face."

Precious smiled and looked at the shapeshifter who was about to leave their small group, and a dangerous light flashed in his eyes for a moment.

After noticing the change in that instant, the shapeshifter became even more alienated from this small group.

"You mean, playing dirty tricks?"

The shapeshifter replied nonchalantly, but his eyes were fixed on the god of war.

"What kind of reaction do you expect from me? In war, there's no distinction between noble and dishonest means; there's only victory. Victory is the most fundamental factor in evaluating a war, followed by noble and unnoble victories."

Nezrei silenced the shapeshifter, and silence returned to the chamber once again.

"What do you want to do?"

Tracy looked at his sister, waiting to see what kind of insightful remarks she would come up with.

"As I recall, Dagar should be stationed in Kazdel now, right?"

Dajjal...

Tracy's eyes narrowed slightly.

The devil's whipping?

"Please don't have too many distracting thoughts."

Amiya's hands gleamed with golden light, beads of sweat oozing from her forehead. She stared intently into the empty space before her, where a presence, only she could sense, existed.

The current Lich Transcribe, Lord of the Lich King's Court, Fremont.

Now Fremont, who can only hide in the warp and escape the pursuit of time, is actually almost dead. But as long as the pursuit of time is eliminated, Fremont can come back to life with the characteristics of the lich.

And now, Amiya is working hard for this very thing.

The information brought by Frémont and Ermengarde was put together, and the power that Tracy possessed was no longer concealed in front of Amiya and the others.

Alien Zi-O.

Amiya may have never really thought that one day she would face an alien version of herself.

However, since Fremont said that the reason he could not use the life knot to return to the real world was because Tracys' power caused him to be completely erased from the timeline, he will now be regarded by time as an alien that cannot appear and will be hunted by time.

Since it is the power of time, Amiya feels that she can try her best. After all, the power in her body is related to time.

It's a pity that the process was not smooth, but fortunately, after a period of hard work, Amiya can now penetrate the subspace and feel that there is indeed a power lingering on Fremont there, and that power is the culprit.

Chapter 322: Target Leitania

"I can already feel the force acting on you, but unfortunately, because you are in the subspace and I am in the real world, I am not confident enough to eliminate the influence of that force."

Inside the warp, Fremont stroked his goatee, and Herhunzollon sat on the throne and looked at his friend, seeming a little worried.

"Why not just let them come to Leitania?"

Herhunzolin said as a matter of course.

"Come to Leitania... That's one way. Just come to Trilinterme, and I'll find a way to get you here."

Is there someone else on Fremont's side?

Fremont was not aware that Herhunzoran still retained a trace of consciousness and lived in the warp and built a palace called Pavillon here, because the two had already had a grudge when Herhunzoran was alive, and Fremont did not participate much in the research done by the other party in his later years. Although he knew that the other party had been tinkering with something in the warp, when he was actually killed by Tracys and resurrected in the life knot in Herhunzoran's hand because of the characteristics of the lich, the two friends who had been separated for nearly twenty years met again.

For more than a month, Frémont has been stranded in Pavillon of Herkunzollen. After all, he has no way to return to the real world.

Moreover, during this month, he understood what the other party was doing and the structure of this palace. As for his evaluation of the other party's business, Frémont had only two words:

"crazy."

This was Fremont's first reaction after learning what the other party had done. When he heard this comment from his old friend, Herhunzollen showed the smile that Fremont was most familiar with.

After this, the Emperor of Leithnia, who had been dead in the outside world for 20 years, also learned about what had happened in the outside world in the past 20 years through Fremont.

"You clearly have the means to observe the outside world from here, so why do you need me to repeat it to you?"

"I do not have time."

"That's a response that really suits your character."

When he learned about the magical power of time displayed by Tracys, Herhunzollon also became interested. After obtaining Frémont's consent, he began to study the strange power in his body.

It's just a pity that this king, who can be said to be the best in Terra continent in terms of Originium skills and is known as the Witch King, cannot achieve results in a short period of time in the face of a power that is completely unfamiliar to him.

For a month, the Witch King could only use his Originium skills to slightly manipulate that power, allowing it to overflow outward, extracting the mystery of time from it, and briefly affecting the flow of time around Fremont.

"That's all I can do in a month."

Herhunzoron was not discouraged by his achievements. After all, he had encountered many setbacks on the road of Originium Arts. It took him quite a long time to extract the Syracuse part from the Golden Rule Movement and make Letania harmonious again. This was after he was familiar with the Golden Rule Movement and the principles of Originium Arts.

Now, facing a power that was completely unknown to him, and able to achieve such results within a month, Herhunzollon felt that there was no need for him to be dissatisfied with it. After all, in this desolate space, as long as he could maintain his Pavillon, time would always be the thing he had the most.

Up to now, his good friend has decided to cooperate with the alien demon king of their Sarkaz to fight against Tracys, who had recently caused great destruction and riots in the capital of Leithania and now occupied the capital of Victoria, Londinium.

I heard that the alien demon king possesses power similar to Tracy's, and he is trying to use this power to break the part of Fremont's body that belongs to Tracy.

Today was an attempt. Through the dead soul's bundle of spirit bones, combined with Herhunzollon and Fremont's Originium skills and the characteristics of the subspace, the two sides were able to communicate and conduct some remote interference at such a long distance, but it was obvious that this kind of remote interference could not solve Fremont's problem at present.

And through this remote intervention, Herhunzollon also found a power that made him more interested.

The power wielded by the alien demon king is far from similar to the power exerted by Tracys. That power is more magnificent and grand than the one in Fremont's body. And through the experience summarized from studying the power in Fremont's body for a month, Herhunzollon felt the absolute control over time and space from that power.

This is really interesting.

As good friends who have been together for quite a long time, Fremont can say with great pride that he knows what Herhunzollen is going to fart just by burping.

"If you want to study that power... forget it, I can't persuade you."

"You know me."

"But I suggest you ask for his opinion. After all, there's a pretty scary guy next to that kid."

A very scary guy, Herhunzollon knew who he was referring to.

It's interesting to have a strong person who can directly open the world after death.

He is now just a wisp of the echo of the real Herhunzollon. He knows this clearly, so he is even more curious about one thing.

"Do you think he can bring back the real Herhunzollon's soul from that world?"

When this question was raised, Frémont looked at him as if he were a fool.

"You've been here for 20 years, are you crazy?"

"I think this is something worth trying, isn't it?"

"what ever."

On Amiya's side, when she was discussing these things with Herhunzollon, she had blocked the communication with this side, so when Amiya saw that the soul bone on the ground had no sound, she just thought that something had suddenly happened to the other party. Just when she was about to pick it up and put it away properly, Fremont's voice came from the other side again.

"So, Amiya, if it's convenient for you, would you come to Leitania next time?"

Leitania...

"I'll need to ask the Doctor and Dr. Kel'tsit about this, because we've already planned our route after leaving Longmen. This route won't pass through Leithnia. We'll cross Syracuse and Lateran, and then head to the vicinity of Iberia."

"Iberia? You're going there...so, are you looking for them?"

Amiya nodded, recalling what Fang Zhou had said to her before.

"The Doctor mentioned that there are some hidden Sarkaz tribes in that place. If I can gain their approval, I might be able to discover a power different from the one in history, Oma Zi-O."

Hearing Amiya say this, Flemont couldn't help but laugh out loud, but before Amiya could ask, she spoke:

"If you truly wish to compile the history of the entire Sarkaz community, it would be a monumental undertaking. Not to mention those who oppose you within the Ten Kings' Court, the other Sarkaz subspecies scattered across this land alone would be enough to give you a headache. Furthermore, some of these individuals were once Sarkaz, but have now severed ties with them and are no longer part of this extended family. There are even some that are completely functionally extinct, leaving only a single heir."

A subspecies that once belonged to the Sarkaz, but no longer does?

"Let me give you an example. Do you know the Durin tribe?"

Du Lin?

Amiya was certainly aware of the Durin Clan. There were several Durin Clan operators currently stationed on Rhodes Island, such as Operator Durin of the A4 Operations Group. Not only was she a Durin Clan member, but her codename was Durin, making her a very lovely young woman. However, due to her physical condition, Durin's sleep duration far exceeded that of the average person, reaching a level of sleepiness that would be considered a medical condition in medical evaluations.

In addition to Operator Durin, there is another vanguard operator codenamed Myrtle who is also from the Durin clan. Operator Myrtle and Operator Durin have a very good relationship.

But why did Frémont suddenly mention Dulin?

"Look, look, no one has ever told you this. In fact, a long time ago, the Durin clan also belonged to the Sarkaz."

"well?!!"

Amiya looked at Shu Linggu in surprise.

Du Lin, is it the Sarkaz?

"Hehe, but those are all old news, even dating back to the time when we were still called Tikkaz."

Frémont said this.

"It is said that the ancestor of the Durin tribe, the Tikaz known as Durakum, opposed the cautious policy of the first demon king, the Far-Drifter, regarding ancient ruins. He led his tribe underground and never returned to the surface. It was not until Tikaz became the Sarkaz that Durin tribesmen appeared on the surface over a long period of time. However, by that time, even they themselves no longer acknowledged any connection with the current Sarkaz."

Fang Zhou pushed the door open and took over Frémont's conversation.

"Your erudition sometimes amazes me, Durakm. Even in our lich libraries, this name has been covered in dust for who knows how long. Those newly born liches simply don't bother to read those ancient tomes."

Fang Ark just nodded in response to Fremont's surprise, and looking at Fremont's expression on the other side, Herhunzollon also knew that the person who appeared on the other side should be the powerful man who could open the afterlife that Fremont mentioned.

"But Amiya, you don't need to worry about the Durin clan, because they split away before the Tikarz became the Sarkaz, so Durin has no place in the history of the Sarkaz."

"It sounds really cruel and ruthless. I don't know whether it is a good thing or a bad thing for Du Lin."

Frémont stood with his hands behind his back and his eyes were a little dazed. For those Sarkaz people who had shown kindness in history, even the Lich's library could only leave a string of names in the books. Some races could no longer be found, and only a few words in the books were left, which would allow the Lich's transcribers to make a small space for them in their memories in the distant future to remember them.

However, Fremont did not have the leisure to do so. In his opinion, remembering the names that had been swept into the dustbin of history was not as practical as memorizing a few more musical notes. At least the latter could help him cast some special spells.

"In fact, there are many races like this. However, Mr. Frémont mentioned Durin, which reminded me of the Sarkaz descendants, whose existence is still uncertain."

"You mean the descendants of the Embalmer, right? They have disappeared in the long river of history. This matter is recorded in the Lich's library."

It's disappeared, Ice Wing Demon.

In fact, he was quite curious about what the Ice-Winged Demons looked like. He wondered if there was any record of the appearance of the Ice-Winged Demons in the Originium.

"Doctor, Mr. Fremont and I were just discussing whether we could change our route to Leithania. Mr. Fremont and I have tried this before, but if we were not in the same space, I would not be able to remove the power of Tracys from Mr. Fremont and return him to the real world."

Letania.

This country was not on the route planned by Ark and Kal'tsit at the time. Based on the plan of giving top priority to completing the goal, they would turn south at the southern border of Ursus, due north of Syracuse, pass through Syracuse, pass through Lateran, and then enter Iberia.

But if it's to revive Fletmont...

"Doctor, I know this incident will affect our subsequent plans, so I think... maybe we can use the Anywhere Gate. I and some operators can directly enter Trilinterme, and then after we solve Mr. Fremont's problem, we can return to our ship through the Anywhere Gate."