Chapter 595: Chapter 564: Arrival Like Thunder (1/3)
"Thank you for your comfort."
Huaâan and Miss Morphiaâs eyes both brightened upon hearing Ianâs prediction, but their expressions quickly dimmed again, their hearts filled with some despair, "But with the situation as it is, even if what you say is true, Ian, we are still powerless to do anything about the Central Research Laboratoryâ not to mention, I can actually feel it."
"This place will soon become a battlefield for high-energy advancers from various factions... I donât even know if their battles will destroy the Central Research Laboratory."
[I will hold back as much as possible. In fact, itâs unlikely for anyone to destroy it]
Meanwhile, Second Prince Michael politely responded, [But this is just an estimate, itâs not something I can decide alone. Unfortunately, Fairy Miss, if I have the chance, I will try to retrieve your friendâs soul]
To be honest, Ian found it a bit difficult to believe. It wasnât that he doubted Second Prince Michaelâs promise, the Second Prince would definitely be grinning from ear to ear over something like thisâDuke Sorinâs people being crazy enough to make a move on the fae, and him, as a righteous emissary, helping the fae retrieve their companionâs soul...
My god, Michael might even think this was an assist from Duke Sorin himself.
After all, to become involved with the fae, to truly befriend them... one either needed to be like Ian and Earl Phoenix, who also had fairy bloodline and really resembled the fae. Earl Phoenix was known as a handsome man in his youth in the Imperial Capital, and his personality was proof enough that he could find numerous marital prospects.
Additionally, his character was also somewhat fairy-like in a negative sense... Although not very popular, in reality, Earl Phoenix was recognized as one of the fae.
Beyond that, it would require helping them with a universally acknowledged major favor.
Huaâan and Miss Morphia exchanged glances. Though they held little hope, they still needed to thank a Fourth Energy Level power for his sincere promise, "We are very grateful, Your Highness, the fae will remember your assistance this time."
"Interesting."
Ian had no doubt that Second Prince Michael would help retrieve the souls of the faeâif he could manage it.
The only thing he did doubt was one matter.
"This situation for the Second Prince... it doesnât really bode well."
Although his eyes were a bit sore, when Ian observed Michael using Foresight View, he noticed a faint pink danger encasing the otherâs Heart Light Body.
Although it was unlikely he would die, it was very possible that he would get injuredâ it seemed that those who came to confront Second Prince Michael were not simple characters.
In the end, within the Fourth Level, where could one find any simple character?
Though, theoretically, there would be âstandard Fourth Levelâ existences... which of those that made it to the Fourth Level could be considered standard? Which one wasnât a genius with extraordinary talent?
Indeed, that was the case.
Just as Ian and the lurking Second Prince Michael obtained the biological key to the director of the Azure City Laboratory.
In other cities, as the battles gradually came to an end, the various factions gradually became clear about the sequence of mystical phenomena in the Avak region and came to understand what kind of grand scheme Duke Sorin was really plotting.
He was conspiring concurrently with the Spirit Wisdom Institute and Fiery Flame Land, using the technological strengths of both to satisfy his own decryption and practical application of the legacy; if not for this disturbance, perhaps everyone would have been kept in the dark by the apparently weak and failing Duke Sorin.
By the time all partiesâ experiments and plans were complete, Duke Sorin would also have completed his mysterious grand scheme.
But now, all such plans are in the past tense.
All factions are once again at the same starting line... Though itâs not fair to Duke Sorin, this was also the price for reaching into the fire for chestnuts.
At this point, all parties will have to resort to force to try and snatch the âfinal outcomeâ of the integration of techniques from all three parties.
The âfinal outcomeâ that remains unknown to anyone, hidden right in the heart of the hills, inside the Avak Central Research Laboratory!
ââBoom!
Suddenly, a thunderous roar pierced heaven and earth, so loud that even Ian and the others in the underground laboratory could hear it.
Hearing this thunder, Second Prince Michael, who originally had a smile on his Heart Light Body, was abruptly startled and then disappeared.
He disappeared in the truest senseâ the youth could sense that the other party had completely shifted all attention away from himself and was heading to a distant place.
"This is major."
The words flashed through Ianâs mind as he exchanged a glance with the two Fairy Misses. They then quickly gathered all the fae corpses in the experiment, with Miss Morphia being in charge of preservation and carrying them.
"That was a mystical phenomenon."
Huaâan, accompanied by Ian, hurriedly left the laboratory, her brow furrowed with concern as she explained en route, "Thatâs the disturbance high-energy level advancers cause to the natural environment... Starting from the higher ranks of the Third Energy Level, the mystical phenomena caused by Sublimators are enough to create lightning and thunder, stones spontaneously combusting."
"But that thunder..."
Fairy Miss did not finish her sentence, but Ian understood very well.
No need for further discussion.
Apart from Second Prince Michael, other powers at the Fourth Energy Level felt... or rather, appeared.
Ian quickly joined up with Tres and the others, and even the knights sensed the sudden change outside and stepped anxiously; the Inspector Knights were somewhat unsettled as well.
Those knights, who even when faced with a volcanic eruption could watch indifferently and stand straight, were now slightly disordered in formation because of the spreading panic.
No one blamed them.
"Finally, you are back, Ian."
Upon seeing Ian, Tres let out a sigh of relief and quickly stepped forward, "We have already collected all the data from this laboratory. We can now return to the camp; letâs hurry!"
"Mm."
Ian nodded lightly, surveying everyone present in a circle.
All were a pale pink â signaling danger, but not fatal.
However, on the Frost Butterfly... there was still a strange silver mist.
This silver mist had always baffled Ian, especially after he saw it in the Retrospective Vision on the young man Miles who had awakened his Spirit Energy; it was almost the same curious silver mist surrounding him.
If that was the case, what was the essence of this mist?
Some kind of treasure? Some kind of blessing?
Or perhaps...
An opportunity for an inheritance?
All of these were possible, but Ian was unable to analyze it.
Strangely enough, at this moment, there were two feelings coexisting in Ianâs heart.
One was âsafetyâ.
As long as he returned to camp this time, he would be out of danger no matter what.
The Prophetâs premonition couldnât be wrong, as long as he did this, he could reach such a future.
But logically, safety meant no gain.
If he chose safety, whether he could obtain the âLegacyâ from Avak Laboratory or the technology from the Duke of Solin depended entirely on whether Second Prince Michael could complete his plan.
And even if Michael succeeded, it might not be Ianâs success.
As for the other feeling...
It was âopportunityâ.
"A key, huh..."
Silver light flashed in his eyes, Ian pondered, "I have already copied it. In other words, I donât actually have to hide behind and wait for Michael to compete... I could go in by myself."
"But the question is, how can I find this opportunity and reasonably... break away from the main force?"
Ian felt that he could always find this opportunity for himself.
If it really came down to it, leaving after returning to camp wouldnât be a problem.
After all, if he really wanted to stealthily do something, neither Tres nor the two Fairy Misses could discover it or follow his movements like a prisoner â this was the power of a good reputation.
In reality, Prophets patient enough to wait are rarely unlucky.
When Ian and the others arrived at the surface with Tres Squad, an extraordinarily massive downpour â it could even be called a super typhoon on land â had already swept across the entire Avak region.
"This is bad..."
Gazing up at the sky, Tres allowed the waterfall-like rain to obscure his vision and cleanse the city of all blood and rot.
He murmured nearly in a groan, "We are too slow â no, these powerful figures have arrived too quickly..."
"They are already here."