Chapter 891: Law Enforcer’s Sudden Death_2

If it continues like this, then perhaps there won’t be a next time.

Buzz~

And at this moment.

The space trembles and erupts above Melbourne.

Huge palaces stained with blood descend onto this world with a thundering crash.

The enormous shielding power suddenly collides with the halo shadow behind the Law Enforcer, causing the World Consciousness to tremble.

Buzz~

With the outbreak of an unseen shadow, the Law Enforcer Tumde’s silent eyes turn to dust, and the majestic aura around him suddenly begins to decline.

At this moment, everyone’s gaze is fixed on this world.

A middle-aged man with a sullen face steps out from the void, silently looking at the Law Enforcer.

“Melbourne World killed my emissary. I’m merely demanding they pay a certain price. Which law did I violate?”

Carl’s repressed angry voice resounds throughout this world.

The immense aura darkens the sky and causes the barriers of the Tier Seven World to continually tremble.

The power he unleashed exceeded everyone’s expectations.

Every existence hidden in the shadows, their eyes are filled with astonishment.

Baiyi’s escape, the shadow just now, Carl’s strength—each was an unexpected event that left these people feeling a bit incredulous.

The feeling of being completely in control has completely vanished.

“Tell me, Law Enforcer, do the weak have the right to provoke the strong? Who grants them this right?”

Carl stared at Tumde, raising his hand, and the shadow lingering hesitantly retreats into the void.

Tumde’s gaze is also full of heaviness; he knows who this person in front of him is—the King of the Anaosai Empire, ruler of the Sahari World, Carl!

But… how is it possible?

How can such a powerful being appear in the Tier Eight World?

But now he represents the alliance’s law enforcement. Although, for the Transcendent World, the alliance is merely a tool, the Twilight World itself is a gentle world.

As long as their own interests are not harmed, they will abide by alliance laws and ensure others do too.

At least in their five hundred years as the alliance leader, no one has openly resisted them.

No matter how small the facade, it had to be there for these five hundred years.

“Emperor Carl, revenge does not equate to annihilation; world warfare must adhere to due process. You neither filed with the alliance nor conducted a just world war, and have no evidence showing Melbourne World was at fault. This is your mistake.”

Tumde’s voice is solemn: “You once again resorted to using forbidden items privately and have secretly hoarded so many forbidden items. You need to come with me to the alliance.”

“Heh~”

Carl suddenly laughed, his eyes more deeply suppressing his anger.

He raised his hand, and a longsword inlaid with gemstones appeared out of thin air. Upon grasping it, the gems instantly turned scarlet, emanating a heart-palpitating brilliance.

“I can also take you away.”

Clang~

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Outside the world.

Ulrich has been unable to regain composure, that shadow just now…

The tower-shaped building, its main body a deep blue color, has an ancient aura.

Although that Tash appears to be some special treasure, Ulrich’s powerful intuition tells her.

That group of traitors truly exists and is not some figment of imagination.

Her consciousness connects instantly to the Saint Hall and from the Holy Contract within the Hall reaches all Divine Level saints of the present age.

After three seconds of silence, the shadow that vanished just moments ago reappears before Ulrich.

Gazing gravely at Ulrich.

The first summon can only be considered suspicion.

However, the second summon seems to represent… confirmation…

The Saints… cannot wait…

Meanwhile, in another part of Melbourne World, atop a floating platform constructed of machinery.

Baiyi quietly withdraws his gaze, carrying a hint of realization.

It is indeed the Tower of Soul.

This tower has been stirring up trouble.

Moreover, just now aside from this, Baiyi also sensed the summon of the Holy Contract; unfortunately, the current-age saints have great wariness towards the Holy Contract.

All the saints are geniuses, and they only recruit those who break through the Golden Upper Limit during the Golden Hour.

And geniuses are rarely fools. Even saints of the Martial Fool type would know the importance of caution from other saint missions.

However, the Holy Contract…

This item is crucial; besides the connection demonstrated between saints just now, the Holy Contract will also sign the Saint’s Contract with each saint, a contract without constraints, merely granting saints authority and giving them the Saint’s Mark.

And upon the appearance of the Holy Contract, all new data about saints will be recorded within it.

This records the life and death of saints, and when saints die unexpectedly, the Holy Contract captures a wisp of their obsession and forms a task published by saints upon the Blood Contract.

Even more so.

The obsession caught by the Holy Contract, after leaving information in the contract, will utilize the saint’s powerful Power of Cause and Effect to condense into a special mark.

This mark warns saints upon encountering similar auras, indicating danger and identifying creatures that had killed saints.

With such important tools, the saints would even carry skepticism towards all information except for saint lineage if it becomes unreliable.

Suppressing the wandering consciousness, Baiyi splits off a wisp to infuse into Melbourne World and begins to manufacture potions with full force.

In a few days, this journey shall end.

The various conspiracies of this Dream World have nothing to do with Baiyi anymore.

He only needs to consume resources.

Melbourne World’s battle situation was both surprising and seemingly expected.

Law Enforcer Tumde is dead.

Died very easily, he didn’t last even an hour against Carl.

Yet surprisingly.

After Tumde’s death, Carl did not immediately flatten this world.

Instead, he left the world, allowing the war to resume.

However, this war differs from the previous one under Baiyi’s command; this time, hundreds of world portals have been opened.

From each world portal, numerous powerful beings and soldiers emerged.

The speed at which Melbourne World falls accelerated sharply.

Eyes hidden in the shadows began to stir restlessly.

They hope those they desire enter the scene; this world will become a battlefield, ultimately turning into ruins.

If those desired do not come forth, the army will slaughter the people of this world, turning it into a zone of prohibition for life.

Slaughter and death will always accompany this world.

No surprises will occur.

Rumble!

Void thunder.

Baiyi drinks a bottle of Soul Potion; his soul faintly emerges from his body, causing the surrounding space full of Alchemy Inscriptions to distort.

The soul’s strength makes Baiyi feel difficult to manage.

This does not mean the soul shows signs of losing control, but rather that he needs some time to master this newfound power.

Just as a person’s grip strength initially at ten suddenly becomes a hundred, even carefully handling tofu, he’d still crush it.

Such adaptation is swift for Baiyi.

He feels it’s almost steady and withdraws his last trace of consciousness.

He is somewhat astonished by Carl’s power, having seen Carl during the Empire.

But with the involvement of the Tower of Soul, it becomes reasonable.

Moreover, with its brief appearance, Baiyi’s comprehension of the Tower of Soul has deepened.

The tower’s goal seems to target aspects of the saints, unable to leave the tower itself—if there was something causing them to stay inside the tower throughout countless ages…

Then that would be true immortality and freedom.

Obtaining certain things from the saints would allow them to achieve these two goals.

Only in this way can the behavior of the Tower of Soul be explained.

Baiyi’s hands continue moving, feeling a hint of sentiment.

Inside the Tower of Soul, the traitors can still be considered saints, transitioning from saints who attempted to change the world to saints who only sought self-rescue.

However, that is not currently Baiyi’s concern; regarding the Tower of Soul, Baiyi’s task is only to wait until his strength is greater and turn them all into materials.

Whether saint or not, they must become materials due to the undying hatred, the irreconcilable enmity.

The world’s war gradually reaches beneath the Royal City.

And today, the expected change finally arrives.

One by one, the world shields directly shatter; the breath of Light envelopes the entire world, and the World Consciousness doesn’t have the courage to resist, instantly seized by an enormous consciousness.

Simultaneously.

On the other side of the Sea of Realms, the Tier Eight World’s promotion to Tier Nine abruptly begins.