Chapter 905: The Corpses All Over the Place

Chapter 892 – The Corpses All Over the Place
“There’s a world outside of here?” Ann’s mouth opened wide in shock, “But we obviously have skies here too, and even I’ve flown high in the sky ……”

“Fly high?”

“Uh, that’s not true, there isn’t much magic to replenish here after all, the higher you fly the more it consumes you.”

Sol nodded, “I’ve also flown high in the sky, over the clouds, but no higher.”

Sol thought about it, in fact, he hadn’t flown out of the atmosphere in the Wizard World either.

I don’t know if there is such a thing in the Wizard World. But it was said that the entire Wizard World was closed off and could not be escaped, so he should not be able to fly beyond the sky either.

Perhaps the Sorcerer’s World was also like the Chaotic Realm, all enclosed by a diaphragm, only that the Sorcerer’s World was a bit larger, and the diaphragm that enclosed it was also higher and wider.

But did the Wizard World’s diaphragm have such a small gap for him to explore the outside world?
Just as he thought of this, Saul was startled, “Wait, the Stargate, isn’t that the Wizard World’s rift? Does every diaphragm have a rift?”

But the rift in the chaotic realm wasn’t the same as the rift in the wizard world.

But the worlds beyond the rift could all be dangerous.

Right now they were pretending to look for the eye of the wind as a way to stall for time, and that time frame was likely to be only a year, or more likely, only half a year.

The two men followed Sol on his trip down, and were both a little shocked when they came up.

But before that, he needed to tell Byron and Kori the news so they wouldn’t get impatient waiting over there.

Saul waited over here for the rest of the day, sorting through the remains of her newly acquired white bone monster with Ann.

But even so, for Saul, the first priority was not to stay here to “archaeologize”.

A day later, Korie and Byron finally found Saul’s place with their homemade travel tools.

It’s time for him to find his mentor and tell Gortha about Frim’s possible attempt to assassinate him.

“The amount of white bone exposed on the surface of the chasm is quite a bit. We’ve decided to split up and mine it.” Kori said as she pulled out a map of the rift that she had just drawn.

Korrie did not assign a task to Saul, knowing that Saul would not stay in the chaotic domain for a long time.

If it wasn’t for the threat of Frim being around, Saul would already be planning a trip to the Wall of Sighs in the far north.

After all, they needed the white bone monsters now more than the black desert that contained a lot of black powder.

Fighting against Frim was definitely not something that could be done simply, and he needed to unite everyone he could.

Thor pondered for a moment, thinking that he still needed to take another look at the world outside the chaotic domain, at the world that was even more deadly and monolithic than the chaotic domain, and at the skeleton man that had appeared at the last moment.

“Senior Byron and I, Ms. Ann, will each be in charge of a section.”

During this period, none of the people in Blackwater City, except Lucia, had discovered Saul’s existence.

From their point of view, Ann was just a solitary person who occasionally liked to talk to herself. Although her eight spider legs looked a bit intimidating – the Chaotic Domainers who had become the worst of the different didn’t look like that – she was a person of the Grand Magister of Noah. Supposedly a favored one of that Death Judge.

The three of them discussed the matter and decided to change the World Shuttle’s descent point to this place.

Even though they didn’t know what a Favorite was, it must be a very powerful person.

And since the white bone monsters would be their base card against Frim, naturally the more the better.

It was just that before leaving, Saul needed to go to the world below the chaotic domain one more time.

They are all second-order sorcerers, especially Byron’s mental power is the best of the second order, and have already discovered a large number of white bone monster remains inside the rift, which are likely to have complete remains.

At the very least, to determine the level of danger over there, and whether it would threaten their friends who were mining white bone monsters in the rift.

Thus, after a day’s rest, Saul once again found the fissure at the bottom of the rift and skillfully drilled through it with his fate line.

Compared to his last visit, this time Sol showed more caution. He carefully probed out a little bit of the thread, and then immediately used his spiritual power to probe the vicinity for any active living or non-living things.

What he didn’t expect, however, was that when he had just allowed his spiritual energy to follow the threads of fate to the world below the chaotic domain, a voice suddenly resounded in his mind.

[You came over again.]

Sol: “!”

Saul: “Who are you?”

There was something familiar about the voice, but Saul couldn’t recall where he had heard it for a moment.

But as Saul turns his fate line, he sees the grayish-white human skeleton he saw the last time he left this place.

“Is that you talking to me? You can actually see me?”

The opponent didn’t launch an attack, not even a mental scan, and Saul controlled the thread of fate to rise a little more, the thread leveling off with the white skeleton.

[I can see you because I see myself.]

The words spoken by the other party were disconcerting, but Sol was slowly trying to remember whose voice it belonged to over the course of many exchanges.

“Card …… Mew?”

[I’m glad you remember me.

“I just wasn’t familiar with your voice, and for someone like you …… it’s really hard to forget.”

Thor remembered when he was dealing with the erupting eye of the wind and Camus ran out of himself and into the anchors that were spewing out of the eye of the wind.

The knuckle-like anchor point then lodged forcefully on the tip of Sol’s index finger. It doesn’t contaminate Saul, but it is a big killer, and when it appeared back then, it directly contaminated Herbert, the third-ranked Sorcerer Firefly Lord.

This led to the fact that Saul would usually pay very close attention to his left hand, fearing that the index finger bone inside would be exposed and then cause irreparable contamination.

However, the Camus that entered the index finger anchor point fell silent after that, and Saul never heard her speak again, and for a while he thought that the Camus soul that entered the anchor point had actually been destroyed in a substantial sense.

But Saul didn’t expect that he would hear Camus’ voice today, in the world beneath the chaotic domain.

And if the other party didn’t speak and she was seeing herself, then it was likely that what the other party was seeing was the anchor point hidden on Saul’s index finger.

The anchor point?
The fateful thread suddenly gave a shudder, “This body of yours?”

Camus didn’t hide it in the slightest.

[Yes, it’s called an anchor point by the people of the wizarding world.]

“You’re not Camus!” Saul continued to shake, and besides the fear overflowing in his heart, he had a thrill of being close to the truth, “You’re the Anchor Point of the Black Tide? A master of the Black Tide?”

[You think highly of me, how could I be the master of the Black Tide?

Camus’ voice was somewhat helpless.

[I’m just the most ordinary skeleton here.]

The grayish-white bones raised their hands and swept them behind them.

Look! I’m just the smallest, weakest, and most inconspicuous of all the skeletons here.

The thread of fate rose a little more, it could not clearly perceive that far away, but just like last time, Saul still “saw” the motionless, grayish-white giant that looked like a mountain.

(End of chapter)