At night, in a certain area on the inner side of the city wall in the North City District, a black shadow quickly shuttled through it. Before the weak animated Fairy guards could even react, they were knocked down.
Shaking off the blood on his hands, Locke, who had the upper body of a human and the lower body of a pear man, began to arrange something in the area.
"It's about time," Locke said in a low voice as he wiped the sweat off his forehead.
After that, he ran towards the southern city without looking back. On the ground, the corpses of the animated fairy soldiers seemed to be quietly recounting what had just happened.
In the latter half of the night, when the patrol shift of the animated fairy soldiers discovered the major incident in this corner of the northern city, before they could spread the news, an earth-shattering explosion sounded in the northern city.
An even greater chaos ensued.
Amidst the billowing smoke, countless ordinary animated fairies in the Mist City panicked and feared that an invader had appeared. In the past, there had never been an explosion of this magnitude in the world of animated fairies, apart from the heavenly thunder.
Only those terrifyingly powerful invaders from other planes could have such power.
Amidst the fear of the low-level animated fairy civilians, the investigation of the animated fairy soldiers, and the attention of the top-level animated fairy powerhouses in the city, Locke, who had concealed his presence, sneaked into the southern city.
With a karate chop, Locke knocked down three animated fairy soldiers in front of him. Before the other animated fairies could react, he unleashed his full strength and forced his way out of the southern city gate.
As soon as the Knight's presence erupted, the low-level animated fairies were fine as most of them did not know what it meant. However, a few high-level animated fairies who were quasi-Knight-level rushed over from the northern city as fast as they could.
Unfortunately, by the time they reached the southern part of the city, Locke had already left, leaving only a trace of his presence in the air.
"Damn it!" Among the three animated Fairy Generals that had rushed over, the Lemon People General was among them. Being extremely familiar with this aura, how could it not guess that the intruder who had escaped from its hands twice before was most likely the one who had done so?
He shouted to his colleague, "I'll go after him!" Before the lemon man general could take two steps, the crystal fruit man castellan suddenly descended from the sky and blocked in front of him.
"It's too late to chase after them now. The most important thing now is to stabilize the chaos in the city and be on guard against intruders!" No one dared to disobey the crystal fruit man's city lord.
No matter how angry the Lemon People general was, no matter how unwilling he was, he had to endure it.
"Yes!" All the animated sprite generals answered in unison, dispersed, and gathered their soldiers.
Judging from the attitude and intelligence displayed by the city lord, the animated sprite generals clearly knew that there would be a fierce battle soon.
In the face of the mysterious and ferocious invaders, these animated fairy soldiers and generals had only learned a thing or two from the refugees who had escaped. Now, they were finally going to see for themselves. Apart from a tinge of fear, these powerful animated fairy generals were also a little eager.
Looking at the white crystal mist outside the city that had protected his people for such a long time, the crystal fruit man city lord let out a long sigh. "This time, it might be even more difficult to overcome this crisis than I imagined." His gaze shifted to the southeastern part of the city. When he looked at that area again, his expression was one of solemnity and respect.
Outside the city, Locke, who had unleashed his full strength, did not dare to stop for even a moment. He rushed towards the Sanctum troops at full speed.
At this moment, Locke no longer had the appearance of a lemon man. The cloak of invisibility lasted for the last bit of time before it was completely destroyed by a wave of elemental chaos.
Ignoring the possibility of his old injuries relapsing, Locke buried his head in a mouthful of reagent he took out from his spatial ring and continued rushing forward.
He had suffered a huge loss this time. Not only was he seriously injured by the lemon man animated sprite, he lost half of his strength, and even the inventory in his spatial ring was reduced by more than half.
The explosion in the northern part of Mist City shocked the entire city, but the price was that all of Locke's magical equipment and one-third of his fire-type scrolls had been used up.
In order to enhance the effect of the explosion, Locke had no choice but to use the fire-type scrolls. Because he did not have the mental power or impetus of the caster, he could only use the most primitive elemental explosion to cause the explosion.
It could be said that the fire-type scrolls that Locke threw there only activated the fire-type energy contained within them. They did not have any effect on the elemental energy in the air.
In the eyes of casters, those spells could not even be called magic. The elemental application rate was too low!
"If I don't get some compensation when I get back, I'll take Angelina to the grandmeisterin and have it out with her," Locke muttered to himself as he ran.
The Sanctum troops were not far from Mist City. Locke ran out of the city in the wee hours of the morning and rushed back to the Sanctum camp by noon.
Guarding the camp were a four-metre-tall black gorilla and a three-metre-wide cyan bird.
Ignoring the fawning greetings of the two high-ranking major monsters, Locke strode towards the camp's central quarters.
The two high-ranked major monsters obviously recognized Locke and didn't dare to stop him. They nodded and bowed as they watched Locke leave.
Parlina, who was sitting on the highest seat in the tent, had already received news of Locke's return.
Casters who had control over the soul imprints of the slaves could obtain information they wanted from the soul fluctuations of the slaves.
Moreover, the camp was surrounded by spies left behind by casters. There were all kinds of warning and detection devices everywhere.
Other than Parlina, Ashar was also sitting in the tent. Locke tilted his head and looked around. Sure enough, Angelina and Daenie were on the other side of the tent, looking at Locke worriedly with reddened eyes.
Locke did not look too good at the moment. His breathing was unstable and he looked like he was seriously injured. The casters in the tent were shocked.
"Quick, ask Grandmeisterin to come and take a look at Locke," Parlina yelled at the Lehrlings on duty outside the tent.
"I'll go!" Daenie rolled up her sleeves and ran to Keira's quarters.
Angelina, on the other hand, ran over worriedly and supported Locke's body with reddened eyes.
Ashar stared at Locke suspiciously for a while. Then, the corners of her lips curled up as if she had noticed something.
Locke, who was still pretending to be heavily injured, glanced at the crowd from the corner of his eyes. Everyone in the tent seemed concerned for him, and Grandmaster Parlina seemed to be sincere in her concern.
He breathed a sigh of relief. His acting wasn't in vain.
Locke was indeed seriously injured, but it wasn't to the extent that he needed help. ()
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