117: Chapter 117 The Golden Order!

Hearing this voice, Lu Yin was slightly stunned.

"Are you injured?"

Faced with Lu Yin's question, Xiao Wanguo fell silent for a moment.

"Sigh, it doesn't hurt to tell you. I'm actually within ten li of you."

"Due to your contract with Aiolia, I must monitor you whenever you leave the Alliance."

"When you were attacked, I intended to step in, but I encountered the Vice Captain of the Heretic Brigade."

After a while, Xiao Wanguo's heavy breathing came from the other end of the communicator.

Accompanied by the faint rustling of clothes, it seemed he was struggling to adjust his posture.

"That Vice Captain... codenamed 'Black Box', is an extremely dangerous individual."

Lu Yin's pupils constricted slightly. "Black Box?"

"The attackers just now escaped through a Black Box."

"Correct," Xiao Wanguo said with a cough. "That is his ability, the Spacetime Black Box."

"Not only can it perform ultra-long-distance teleportation, but it can also create temporary spatial isolation zones."

Lu Yin's brow furrowed. "What is their goal? Why did they attack us?"

"Phew." Xiao Wanguo seemed to be enduring intense pain, but he forced himself to continue.

"Their purpose isn't clear yet, but the Heretic Brigade never acts without a reason. I suspect it's related to the current situation between the various Alliances."

"The international situation..."

Lu Yin murmured, then immediately asked, "How are your injuries?"

"I'm alright, I won't die, but I'll need to rest for a few days."

"Give me your location. I'll come take care of you."

"No need, I've already notified the nearby medics. It's best not to expose our relationship right now."

"There are many high-level officials in the Western Alliance who are hostile toward our Heavenly Dynasty. If you enter the country with me, it will attract their attention."

"Alright." Lu Yin thought for a moment and agreed. "Contact me anytime if anything happens."

After hanging up the communication, Lu Yin walked back to the temporary settlement with a solemn expression.

Milian had already finished her preliminary report to Peak and was standing by the damaged Cloud Roc airliner, waiting with Su Xiaoruan and Ling Ying.

As night deepened, the battlefield had been completely cordoned off by the military.

After a night of waiting, the horizon brightened again, and a new Cloud Roc glided swiftly from the distance.

Though the passengers were exhausted, the joy of surviving the disaster still made them cheer.

They boarded the backup Cloud Roc arranged by the military and continued their journey toward the Western Alliance.

Lu Yin sat by the window, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the dream god earring.

Si Ming's words before escaping last night, along with 'Black Box's' elusive abilities, kept him on high alert.

After all, being targeted by such an extreme organization would make anyone feel uneasy.

"Heretic Brigade..." He silently mulled over the name.

"Hey, what are you dazing off for?" Su Xiaoruan leaned in and handed him a can of hot drink.

"You're really amazing, being able to take on a second turn Necromancer all by yourself."

Lu Yin took the drink and smiled slightly. "It was just luck."

"Give me a break," Ling Ying, who had already recovered, interjected.

"It's said that Necromancer is also a Mythic Class. To come out unscathed despite such a huge level gap... that's not something 'luck' can explain."

Milian sat in the front row and looked back at Lu Yin upon hearing this.

Her deep blue eyes held a touch of curiosity, but in the end, she didn't ask further.

After more than ten hours of flight, the Cloud Roc finally began to descend.

Through the porthole, a cluster of buildings with a style completely different from the Heavenly Dynasty came into view.

Towering spires, massive stained-glass windows, and angel sculptures everywhere.

The Western Alliance, Holy Light City—they had arrived.

The entrance to the Rift of Time Dungeon was located two hundred li northwest of Holy Light City.

Milian's original plan was to take a short rest after reaching Holy Light City, but after last night's attack, they no longer had time to rest.

Getting off the Cloud Roc, they headed straight for the teleportation array leading to the Rift of Time.

Stepping out of the teleportation array, they arrived at a peaceful small town.

"This is Time Town, a town established specifically for this Dungeon."

"Usually, there aren't many people coming and going, but once the Rift of Time is about to open, the whole town becomes exceptionally lively."

Just as Milian said, Time Town was currently bustling with noise.

Every top academy in the Western Alliance would send several teams to participate in this grand event.

Professionals in various outfits could be seen everywhere on the streets, the air filled with an atmosphere of tension and excitement.

The town's architectural style followed the same lineage as Holy Light City, but was more primitive.

On both sides of the bluestone-paved streets, wooden signs swayed gently in the breeze.

Names of inns, restaurants, and equipment shops were written on them in multiple languages.

"Let's head to the Dungeon entrance to register first," Milian said, leading the group through the bustling crowd.

"Every time the Rift of Time opens, only a hundred teams are allowed to enter. We need to register first, and then we can pass once we submit our credentials when it opens."

Following Milian, Ling Ying spoke up slowly.

"It's said that there are five entrances to the Rift of Time Dungeon worldwide. If each entrance allows a hundred teams..."

"Then a total of five hundred teams will participate in this Dungeon, which means two thousand Professionals."

"Yes," Milian nodded.

"With so many people, the competition must be intense," Su Xiaoruan said, sticking out her tongue.

"Naturally," Milian replied with a smile.

"Besides the top academies from each Alliance, many large corporations and hidden families will also send their descendants to the Rift of Time."

"So there will be many opponents we've never even heard of before."

As they talked, the group arrived at the entrance of the Rift of Time Dungeon.

At the Dungeon entrance, a massive silver crack hung in mid-air, as if the sky had been torn open by an invisible hand.

A mercury-like halo flowed along the edges of the crack, while the interior was a deep vortex of stars, with occasional streaks of light passing through like meteors.

Below the crack was a circular plaza built of white boulders, where many teams had already gathered.

These elites from various places looked up at the entrance connecting to another dimension, their faces filled with solemnity and expectation.

Milian pointed to a small cabin on one side of the plaza. "That's the registration office."

There were several people queuing at the registration office, clearly teams that had also just arrived.

Soon, it was Milian and the others' turn. She took out the credentials with practiced ease.

But just as they were about to register, a commotion suddenly broke out in the crowd behind them.

"Look over there!" Su Xiaoruan tugged at Lu Yin's sleeve.

Four Professionals clad in golden armor were walking toward the registration office with synchronized steps.

Each of them radiated a heart-palpitatingly powerful aura, and their armor was carved with intricate holy runes that shimmered in the sunlight.

Leading them was a blond, blue-eyed young man with a cold expression and a resolute temperament.

He walked forward without looking left or right. Wherever he passed, the crowd involuntarily parted to both sides, making way for him.

"It's those people from the Golden Cult!"