85: Chapter 85 Return to the Dawson Empire!

Yulan Continent. Above the South Sea.

"Free?" Allen's eyes widened abruptly.

As a Transmigration practitioner who had read the story, he knew all too well how exorbitant the costs of Hell's teleportation arrays were.

That was a bottomless pit that consumed massive amounts of ink stones!

Without a Prefecture Lord Token, many God-level Experts might not be able to save up enough for a single inter-prefecture teleportation in their entire lives.

And inter-prefecture teleportation was still the cheapest kind.

Above inter-prefecture teleportation, there were even more expensive inter-planar teleportations.

Teleporting from one Higher Planes to another required an even greater amount of ink stones.

Furthermore, if one wished to teleport from the Higher Planes back to a Material Plane, the exorbitant price would make even many Seven-Star Fiends shake their heads and sigh.

But now, having this Prefecture Lord Token, once Allen went to Hell, he would practically possess a super pass.

This was definitely a huge boost for Allen's future!

"Many thanks for your generous gift, Lord Beirut!" A moment later, Allen cupped his hands and thanked Beirut.

This gratitude was absolutely heartfelt.

"Don't be happy too soon. While this token is good, without sufficient strength in Hell, holding it will instead be a death warrant. You brat, don't go falling early." Beirut waved his hand. Before the words had even faded, Beirut's figure shattered like a bubble and dissipated into nothingness.

Looking at the spot where Beirut had vanished, the corners of Allen's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a confident smile.

A death warrant? He was only a Midgod now, yet he already possessed the strength of a Six-Star Fiend!

Relying on his Physical Body at the level of a high-god artifact, his physical attacks reached the level of a Seven-Star Fiend.

As long as he reached the Highgod Realm, his own strength would surge significantly once more.

By that time, even if he went to Hell, he would be able to do as he pleased!

Holding this thought, Allen's body flashed, transforming into a brilliant red ray of light, and headed straight towards the direction of the Dawson Empire.

The space of the Yulan Continent was far more fragile than that of the Necropolis of the Gods. It was precisely because of this that Allen's speed was incredibly fast.

The air couldn't even part in front of him before being brutally smashed, leaving a trail of vacuum.

In just half an hour, Allen appeared in the Imperial Capital of the Dawson Empire.

The Imperial Capital was as prosperous as ever. The streets were bustling with traffic, showing no signs of the desolation caused by the chaotic times.

Inside the imperial palace hall, Monroe was reviewing memorials when he suddenly felt the light in the hall dim. He looked up and saw a familiar figure already standing in the center of the hall.

"Allen!" "Why are you here?" "No... that's not right." "You came out of the Necropolis of the Gods?" "..."

At first, Monroe didn't think much of it. Because Allen's two Clones were Cultivating in the independent space. Whenever Monroe wanted to Cultivate or see Allen, he would enter the independent space. He was just a bit curious why Allen had suddenly come to the palace.

However, Monroe quickly discovered that something was wrong. Allen's Water God Clone always wore a blue robe, and Allen's Thunder God Clone always wore golden battle armor. But the Allen before him was wearing black.

In Monroe's memory, only Allen's original body would be dressed like this. Therefore, Monroe immediately became excited and rushed directly to Allen's side.

"Father." "I'm back." Looking at the excited Monroe, Allen smiled and answered softly.

"Good, good, good..." "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back!" Hearing Allen's words, Monroe patted Allen's shoulder, his smile growing even wider.

Afterwards, the two sat down in the study. Monroe personally poured a glass of fruit wine for Allen.

"You don't know, there was a huge mess a while ago!" "God-level Experts popped out from nowhere, grabbing territory like mad dogs." A lingering fear flashed in Monroe's eyes.

"The OBrien Empire had it the worst." "A Highgod named Adkins brought hundreds of God-level Experts and razed the Martial God Mountain to the ground!" "Now the entire OBrien Empire has become their backyard."

Allen toyed with his wine glass, completely indifferent to this. Adkins, eh? He wouldn't be arrogant for long; he was a dead man sooner or later.

"Our Dawson Empire was targeted too!" "Over a dozen Lowgods, led by a Midgod." "They swaggered over to the skies above the Imperial Capital, clamoring for our entire clan to submit and become their slaves!" Seeing his son's calm expression, Monroe couldn't help but raise his voice.

"And the result?" Allen asked at the right moment.

"The result?" "Your two magical beasts took action." "Sals slapped down with one palm." "That Midgod, along with a dozen subordinates, didn't even have time to scream before they were all turned into meat paste!" "..."

Under Allen's gaze, Monroe held up a finger, his face flushed with excitement.

Allen nodded. This was indeed the style of that Earth Violent Bear, Sals. Impetuous and straightforward.

... At nightfall. The palace side hall was brightly lit. To celebrate Allen's return, a grand family banquet was held there.

The long oak dining table was filled with various delicacies. Allen sat on Monroe's right side. His gaze swept over every family member present. These people were his greatest bonds in this world.

His mother, Avril, sat beside Monroe. Her appearance was still young; time had left no traces on her face. Her gaze towards Allen was full of love and pride. As a Saint-level warrior, her aura was very steady.

His uncle, Prince Jesson, sat on the other side, holding a whole roasted lamb leg and eating heartily. He was also a Saint-level warrior, and his rough personality hadn't changed a bit.

His aunt, Jenny, was elegantly cutting a steak. The Mental Energy fluctuations of a Saint Magician were faintly discernible around her.

Further down were his second younger brother, Gray, and his third younger brother, Yale. Both were already Saint Magicians.

Especially Yale. After taking a trip to the Necropolis of the Gods and experiencing ten years of life-and-death battles, his originally slightly frivolous temperament had completely settled, and there was a bit more sharp, murderous aura between his brows.

Allen keenly sensed that both Gray and Yale were surrounded by extremely pure Profound Mystery of Lightning Element fluctuations. Clearly, they had already touched the threshold of the Mysteries of the Laws of Thunder.

"Big Brother." Yale raised his wine glass and stood up. "This toast is for you!" "If it weren't for those Divine Artifacts you stuffed into my hands back then," "my life would have long since been lost in the Necropolis of the Gods!" Yale's eyes were slightly red as he tilted his head and downed the strong liquor in one gulp.

Allen also raised his glass in response. "We're family; no need for such talk." "It's good that you came back alive."

After three rounds of drinks, the atmosphere became even more heated. Monroe put down his knife and fork and looked at Allen. "Allen." "Since everyone is here." "There's a matter we want to hear your opinion on."

As soon as these words were spoken, the idle chatter at the dining table ceased, and everyone looked over.

"It's about becoming a God." "Whether it's the Godspark you gave us or the Godsparks obtained from slaughtering those God-level Experts," "we haven't used them yet." "Logically speaking, directly refining a Godspark is the safest method." "But..." "We have discussed it." "While refining a Godspark is quick, it is ultimately inferior, and one's strength will be forever limited." "We want to try to become a God independently!"

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