96: Chapter 96 Goodbye Beirut!
Dark Forest.
The only forbidden zone in the Yulan Continent.
It is shrouded in gloomy fog all year round.
The metallic black leaves rub against each other in the cold wind, emitting an ear-piercing metallic clanking sound.
Allen walked steadily along a path paved with withered branches, the sound of slight cracking beneath his feet.
He knew very well whose territory this was.
The silhouette of the ancient castle gradually emerged ahead, its pitch-black bricks exuding a sense of profound weight accumulated over time.
The gates slid open silently to both sides.
There were no guards, no servants.
Allen took a deep breath of the cold air and stepped into the ancient castle's grand hall.
In the center of the hall, on a black wooden armchair.
Beirut was holding a glass of purplish-red fruit wine.
This absolute Dominator of the Yulan Continent was currently wearing an extremely ordinary gray robe.
His small eyes were half-squinted, making him look just like a kind, elderly neighbor.
But Allen would not be deceived by this appearance; he bowed respectfully.
"Lord Beirut."
Allen's voice echoed in the hall.
Beirut gently swirled his wine glass.
The purplish-red wine clung to the walls of the glass.
"You are going to Hell?"
The old man's voice was unhurried.
"This Junior plans to set off in a month."
Allen nodded.
This matter could not be hidden from him at all.
"Go then."
"The world outside is vast."
Beirut took a sip of the fruit wine.
"A place like Hell is only suitable for a Prodigy like you."
There was a hint of inexplicable emotion in the old man's words.
Allen did not pick up on that topic.
He had come today to ask for a favor.
"This Junior has an ungracious request."
Allen cupped his hands.
"After this Junior leaves, I hope you can help look after the Dawson Empire for a while."
Allen enunciated these four words heavily.
This was his greatest weakness.
Beirut's action of drinking stopped.
The air seemed to freeze at this moment.
The temperature inside the ancient castle suddenly dropped by a dozen degrees.
An indescribable sense of oppression quietly descended.
Beirut was so angry he almost laughed.
What is my status?
A dignified, great Sovereign!
You want a Sovereign to act as a security guard for your lousy Empire?
This kid really dares to open his mouth!
Beirut wanted to refuse directly.
He even wanted to slap this ignorant kid into the ground.
But he forcibly held back.
That fiery red crystal appeared in his mind.
Fire-type Sovereign Spark.
He had been holding onto this treasure for too many years.
He had been waiting for a potential Great Perfection seedling.
Bluefire is one.
But this Allen in front of him had a growth speed that was simply inconceivable.
In a short period, he had already achieved Fusion of four types of Mysteries of the Laws of Fire.
This monstrous Cultivation speed was rare even in the Higher Planes.
Beirut stroked the sparse beard on his chin.
Investing in this kid might bring a huge surprise.
"Look after the Dawson Empire?"
Beirut put down his wine glass, smiling somewhat mockingly.
"Why do you think I would agree to you?"
He kicked the ball back to him.
Allen straightened his back.
He actually had no bargaining chips; his only chip was himself.
"By relying on the fact that I can reach the Peak of Hell in the shortest possible time."
These words were extremely arrogant.
But coming from Allen, it sounded like a matter of course.
He had the heaven rewards diligence system; reaching the Peak was only a matter of time.
A glimmer of light flashed in Beirut's small eyes.
He liked this kind of ambitious young man.
If he were timid and servile, he wouldn't accomplish anything great.
"Fine, I agree."
Beirut raised a withered finger.
"Ten thousand years."
"I will protect the Dawson Empire for at most ten thousand years."
This was his bottom line.
If this kid couldn't become a Great Perfection within ten thousand years.
Then it would prove that he had misjudged him.
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At that time, whether the Dawson Empire lived or died would have nothing to do with him.
Ten thousand years was already the greatest tolerance he could give.
Allen was overjoyed.
Ten thousand years was enough!
Never mind ten thousand years.
Give him a thousand years, and he could poke a hole in Hell.
"Thank you, Lord Beirut!"
Allen bowed deeply again.
With a Sovereign-level defensive barrier for his home.
He could finally let go and roam outside.
Having settled the defense, the next step was to take the initiative.
"Lord."
"This Junior has one more thing to ask."
Allen took advantage of the situation.
He wanted to carry out this freebie to the end today.
Beirut's brows visibly knit together.
Is this kid ever going to stop?
Does he really take this old man for a treasure chest?
"Speak."
The old man's tone already had a hint of impatience.
"This Junior wants to check the whereabouts of a person."
A flash of killing intent crossed Allen's eyes.
"A Seven-Star Fiend who Cultivates the Rules of Death."
"His name is Odin."
Looking for someone?
Beirut rolled his eyes directly.
A dignified Sovereign like me now has to do the job of an information broker?
Simply absurd!
"This old man doesn't have that spare time!"
Beirut waved his large sleeve.
A violent current of air rose from the ground.
Allen only felt his vision go black.
His whole body was like a cannonball fired from a chamber, instantly thrown out of the ancient castle.
The sound of the wind tore at his eardrums.
"Bang!"
A loud noise.
Allen slammed heavily onto the wasteland on the outskirts of the Dark Forest.
The ground was smashed into a giant crater with a radius of a hundred meters, with dust flying everywhere.
A moment later.
Allen climbed up from the bottom of the pit, covered in dirt, and rubbed his sore shoulders.
This old man's temper is really quite irritable.
However, he didn't suffer any injuries.
His Physical Body, which was at the level of a high-god artifact, found such a beating like a mere scratch.
Allen patted the dirt off his body.
He curled his lips towards the direction of the Dark Forest.
Not giving me the coordinates, huh?
Forcing me to use the full-map cheat!
Do you really think I can't find someone without you as a radar?
Allen sneered.
As he flipped his wrist.
An exquisite transparent jade bottle appeared in his palm.
Inside the jade bottle.
A drop of heart-palpitating fiery red liquid was suspended.
This liquid seemed to contain a volcano ready to erupt at any time.
Violent energy flowed crazily within it.
This was precisely the Fire-type Sovereign Power!
Allen possessed twenty drops in total.
Using a drop of sovereign force to find a Seven-Star Fiend?
This was considered an extremely wasteful act by anyone.
How precious is sovereign force!
That is a trump card for life-saving at critical moments.
But Allen didn't care.
As long as he could physically eliminate Odin and remove this tumor.
Never mind one drop of sovereign force, he wouldn't hesitate to burn ten drops!
"Snap."
Allen pressed hard with his thumb.
The jade bottle shattered.
That drop of fiery red liquid instantly merged into his palm.
Boom!
An unrivaled, terrifying energy, like a bursting flood, poured crazily into Allen's limbs and bones.
Red light shot up into the sky.
Dyeing the sky within a hundred miles blood-red.
The surrounding space began to twist violently, emitting an unbearable cracking sound.
Allen looked up.
A comfortable low roar came from his throat.
Too strong!
This feeling of being filled with endless destructive power was simply intoxicating.
The Soul Power that was already comparable to an ordinary Asura.
Under the crazy catalysis of the sovereign force.
Instantly broke through the shackles and reached a terrifying level that even Allen himself could not evaluate.
This Soul Power was so vast that it almost materialized, turning into an invisible Soul storm.
With Allen as the center, it swept wantonly in all directions.