novelraw Chapter 777 - 487: North-South Isolation, Omens and Departure
Chapter 777 - 487: North-South Isolation, Omens and Departure
Crash!
Half an hour later.
When Chen Feng walked out of the back hall of the Holy City, the Heavenly Sorrow in the high sky began to slowly move again.
The clouds dispersed, the strong wind brushed by.
The hovering of the giant floating beast approached, causing the dust within the Holy City to swirl and scatter.
"It’s truly unimaginable that Heavenly Tragedy Mountain is actually a creation left by the Empire..."
Adams, who walked out alongside, remarked with a tone of amazement, his usually calm eyes fluctuating with much astonishment.
He had already learned most of the reasons.
Chen Feng didn’t mind, only nodding slightly, withdrawing his gaze from the Heavenly Sorrow in the high sky.
Communication between the Star Spirit and the people of the Holy City went more smoothly than he had anticipated.
Especially after revealing their origin and clarifying past history, both Isidore and Adams showed more respect and confidence.
"Heh, looks like they have some knowledge of past secrets."
"Isidore is alright, much milder than the Spirit King."
The Star Spirit chuckled in his mind, with a tone of pride and satisfaction.
Knowing that there were bloodline descendants of the Ancient Tado Civilization was good news for her.
At least it proved she was not alone.
To this, Chen Feng didn’t delve deeper, simply nodding and chatting idly before asking the key question.
"Are there any chances of repairing the Heavenly Sorrow?"
Although the Holy City had agreed to provide various ores and materials to supply the Star Spirit for the repair of the Heavenly Sorrow.
But after all, this place didn’t have the conditions of Earth Star; neither in metal refining nor other technological means.
"Yes."
Unexpectedly.
The Star Spirit nodded, revealing a confident smile.
"Before, I was only fifty percent sure, but now...."
She transformed her body within the mind, gazing into the distance.
Following her gaze, one could see beneath the palace, a rock surface full of holes.
"I’ve completed the inspection. Actually, there’s a War Fortress beneath this ground."
"This is a special creation integrated with modules for defense, repair, and refining, used exclusively for wartime logistics."
"Although the intelligence is dormant and the permissions are frozen, most functions are still intact. Once I fully activate and unlock the permissions, it can assist the repair of the Heavenly Sorrow...."
She explained with some excitement.
Hearing this, Chen Feng’s gaze flickered, fully relaxed.
No wonder the Holy City has a barrier similar to the Light Shield, and it’s so solid and magnificent.
No wonder after the Empire’s fall, the Holy City managed to leave the destruction region, evade the Snake-man pursuit, and stand in the world’s southernmost region.
He had thought it was some other creation, not expecting it to be the most comprehensive War Fortress.
"They didn’t discover it in the past?"
"Isidore and the others are just younger generations separated by many generations. Plus, with the intelligence dormant and time passing, much important information has become mere fragments."
The Star Spirit shook her head, pretending to be wise: "But this little fellow is still reliable, possessing the most core permissions."
"He’s already promised to cooperate with me for the full activation of the War Fortress."
"As a condition, I’ll help him repair the ground Holy City, enhance the output power of the Defense System...."
Clearly, while Isidore and others respected her presence, they hadn’t yet placed unconditional trust in her.
The Star Spirit didn’t mind; she knew that healthy caution is normal for people.
Chen Feng refrained from meddling and commenting on their communication negotiations, believing that as mutual understanding deepens, matters would gradually move onto the right track.
Soon, stepping forward, they left the palace, heading to a temporary dwelling place.
During this, Chen Feng noticed movement, looking towards the interior of the Holy City.
The collapsed clusters of buildings rose and fell from the mountaintop palace to the broad land below.
Bricks shattered, cracks spread all over.
But unlike before, the Holy City at the moment was gradually gaining some vitality.
Suddenly, many figures appeared inside the city—elderly, weak, women, and children, mostly ordinary people previously hidden underground, were placed somewhere within the Holy City.
With the war’s end, they now returned to the ground.
Some stood blankly near the collapsed buildings, unaware of what to do, while others, with faces grateful, held children and shed tears.
"Is the war over?"
"We survived...."
Voices sounded all around, but more ordinary residents were busy within the Three Great Armies’ encampment.
The reason was the Flying Eagle Beasts descending from the sky.
Warriors who left the city for battle gradually returned, their armor stained with blood, blades shattered, most bearing injuries.
Residents of the Holy City gradually appeared, either helping brew healing potions or bandage wounds.
Among them, some with severe injuries, limbs severed, causing their wives and children to weep with tears streaming down their faces.
Even some warriors lost their lives, leaving only bodies brought back, making the kneeling elderly woman sob softly, hugging the cold body tightly, refusing to let go.
"War is most cruel...."
From the mind, came the somewhat emotional voice of the Star Spirit, making Chen Feng’s gaze fluctuate for a moment.
Although this war was victorious, repelling the Snake-man Army.
However, it also cost the Holy City dearly.
This inevitably reminded him of the previous encounter with the Black Tide in Nanjiang District.
Though the worlds and people were different, such scenes were so similar.
Crash!
"Mr. Feng Chen."
The wind whistled, footsteps sounded.
Chen Feng’s thoughts were interrupted, the light before him slightly darkened.
It was Yan Lei and Oron hurrying back to the Holy City.
The former looked like a moving dwarf mountain, his steps causing the ground to tremble.
His entire solid armor, with cracks and bloodstains, carried a pungent scent of blood, his face still somewhat pale.