novelraw Chapter 406: They Can Be Trusted
Chapter 406: They Can Be Trusted
At the same time.
On the blood-colored wasteland outside the Cursed City.
Lynn, who had been sitting cross-legged on the ground, slowly opened his eyes, his consciousness withdrawing from the Sight. He reached out and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
White Night, who had been waiting nearby, asked hesitantly, "You're back? So what exactly happened? Did you go to the Sight to contact someone?"
Lynn replied, "Yes, I explained the situation here to my father-in-law and mother-in-law. They'll be coming to help us soon."
White Night looked doubtful. "Father-in-law and mother-in-law? Are they very powerful?"
Images flashed through Lynn's mind of two massive heads violently pounding the Demonkin Association's Hanging Tower. He thought for a moment and said,
"How should I put this..."
To say they were just 'very powerful' would be an understatement; they were practically the ceiling of the Dark World.
Beating up the Mechanical Cult and the Flesh and Blood Cult should be absolutely no problem for them.Lynn nodded, answering truthfully, "They are very powerful."
White Night's expression turned serious. He grabbed Lynn's shoulders, frowning.
"Lynn, I think at a time like this, it's best not to involve your family. I don't know what kind of beings your in-laws are, but no matter how powerful, they can't possibly rival a Root, right?"
"And as you just saw, the Flesh and Blood Cult has already deployed the Leviathan. The ruler of the Mechanical Cult might also personally intervene. Having them come here under these circumstances... are you trying to put them in danger?"
His tone grew stern.
Lynn thought for a moment, then said earnestly, "Don't worry. If my father-in-law and the others really come, then the ruler of the Mechanical Cult probably won't dare to intervene."
White Night: "???"
Lynn adjusted his monocle, then immediately put on his Plague Doctor Mask. Turning around seriously, he said,
"Senior, we should hurry back. The situation is complex now. If the Plague Doctors also get involved, I'm very suspicious they might take this opportunity to seek revenge on us. For now, we should regroup with the main force as soon as possible."
White Night nodded, his brow still furrowed. He didn't press the topic further. "You're right. There's no time to waste. Let's go."
As he spoke, White Night reached out and grabbed Lynn's shoulder. His body instantly became ethereal, beginning a long-distance shift and fold-jump.
During the journey back to camp, Lynn observed their surroundings.
As far as the eye could see.
The landscape of the wasteland had completely changed following the arrival of that Flesh Leviathan. The entire ground seemed to be covered in layer upon layer of viscous flesh and blood mixture.
Crimson buds spread across the entire field of vision.
This made this already perilous region even more mysterious and unpredictable.
"We're here!"
White Night looked up, and their shifting figures immediately came to a halt.
They immediately saw the camp belonging to their Night Doctor Alignment on the cliffside. At this moment, a thin layer of purple halo floated around the camp's perimeter, like some kind of large-scale Cursed Arts protective shield, isolating it from the outside.
Clearly.
When the Flesh Leviathan appeared, the Night Doctors inside the camp had immediately taken measures to prepare for the sudden situation.
Lynn and White Night immediately passed through the purple barrier and stepped inside the camp.
Seeing their return, several Night Doctors immediately came forward. Their lenses reflected a grave light as they thumped a fist against their chest in salute.
"Master White Night, you've returned?"
White Night glanced at the refugees being carried out on stretchers, their bodies twisted and swollen. Frowning, he asked,
"How is the situation?"
That Night Doctor replied gravely, "Not good. The sudden appearance of the Flesh Leviathan caught us somewhat off guard. Although we activated the barrier immediately, a large number of refugees were still affected by the Leviathan. We are doing our utmost to treat them."
"What about our people?"
"Casualties are not heavy. The high-power curse isolation barrier and the protection of our Night Doctor equipment meant we only suffered partial effects. However, several Night Doctors on missions outside the camp unfortunately perished... When we found them... they had already..."
The Night Doctor clenched his fist, a look of killing intent flashing in his eyes.
Lynn turned, his gaze solemnly falling on the stretchers in a distant corner. On them lay several corpses that had been completely twisted into viscous flesh and blood. Only from the shattered Plague Doctor Masks could one vaguely recognize their identities as Night Doctors.
People had died.
And this was before they had even formally entered the battlefield, just on the outskirts of the Cursed City.
One could imagine.
How many living beings on the wasteland had been instantly killed by the appearance of the Flesh Leviathan.
Don't look, don't listen, don't think.
This was the most cruel and ruthless aspect of the Dark World.
"And the most troublesome part is, the appearance of the Flesh Leviathan has interfered with the spatial ripples in this area. Our spatial link with the City of Night has also been severed. The teleportation device has suffered irreversible failure. The transfer of supplies and personnel has been forcibly interrupted."
White Night turned, frowning deeply as he looked at the now completely wrecked and smoking teleportation device.
Clearly.
The Leviathan had appeared here specifically this time to counter the Mechanical Cult's large-scale fold-jump capabilities.
"What about the other camps? Can we still contact them?" White Night asked heavily.
The Night Doctor replied seriously, "We have already urgently contacted them via the Sight. So far, only Camp No. 3, which is under the command of another Veteran, has responded. From the message they sent, the situation there is also not optimistic. The influence of the Flesh Leviathan is too great, so they hope to merge forces with us and then plan our next steps carefully."
White Night pondered. "That's Senior Saint's camp? Did they say anything else?"
The Night Doctor said gravely, "They told us to be careful of the Plague Doctors."
As soon as these words were spoken, all the Night Doctors around narrowed their eyes, their gazes turning heavy.
Clearly.
Camp No. 3 must have been simultaneously attacked by the Plague Doctor Alignment during the period when the Flesh Leviathan appeared. In other words, they not only had to deal with the threat from the two external cults, but also with internal traitors and turncoats.
For a moment, all the Night Doctors present subconsciously glanced at each other from the corners of their eyes.
The atmosphere became exceptionally strange.
Because no one knew if the comrade fighting alongside you would suddenly reveal a ferocious face at a critical moment and stab you in the back.
The existence of the Plague Doctors was absolutely a malignant tumor within their Night Doctor Alignment.
But just as the atmosphere grew increasingly tense, a voice suddenly rang out, breaking the surrounding silence.
"Don't worry. Remember the comrades around you; they are trustworthy. There are no turncoats from the Plague Doctors in our camp."