Chapter 685
War!
Chapter 686
Cage
If it weren’t for the sudden appearance of this mysterious force.
Xia Feng had intended to disguise himself as Saint Pastor Angi and be captured voluntarily, entering the tower alone to find an opportunity.
After all, he could resurrect and had a spatial bracelet that could teleport him directly to Miss Mu’s side, making entering the tower alone the safest option.
He would have the three women provide support outside the tower, ready to adapt to the situation.
But now, with the appearance of a third, unknown force.
He temporarily changed his plan.
The mysterious force seemed well-prepared. Although the siege battle lasted for a full six hours, the outer city immediately fell as spies within Black Moon successfully opened the defensive barrier from the inside, plunging the entire city into a sea of fire.
Another five hours passed, and the first layer of defense in the General Court area was also breached by the mysterious force.
It was at this time that a Cardinal finally appeared in the Babel Tower, leading a large contingent of the Knights Legion to the front lines for reinforcement.
“The General Court area has six layers of defense, each stronger than the last. Although difficult to attack, without Sacred Realm experts assisting in the defense, the remaining five layers won’t hold for long.”
As Cha Nai Xue spoke, Xia Feng sensed something and activated his Eye of Deconstruction, looking towards the north.
Eleven hours had passed, and it was now around 4 PM. The northern building complex, which should have been bright, was suddenly covered by a majestic shadow. The shadow rapidly moved towards the Babel Tower.
The Babel Tower was shrouded in darkness, and three Burning Angel Disciples stepped out from the shadow. The terrifying aura of two Venerables and one Sacred Realm expert erupted, and they began to forcefully attack the Babel Tower.
Xia Feng quickly understood the intentions of these Burning Angel Disciples.
“They probably realized that Saint Pastor Moro is currently unable to disengage and decided to take advantage of the situation.”
It had to be said that in the past, with just these few Apostles of Burning Heaven and the forces of the unknown external power, it would have been a pipe dream to conquer the Black Moon General Court.
But now, the Pope was nowhere to be found, one of the Three Saint Pastors had defected, another was imprisoned, and the remaining one was likely occupied with preparing a sacrifice ritual, limiting their actions. The top combatants were all absent.
As for the three Saintesses, who had been granted various formation permissions, two of them were contemplating how to rescue the Saint Pastors, and Olivia was also nowhere to be found.
And in this crisis situation, the Babel Tower only dispatched one Cardinal to the front lines to preside over the overall situation.
It was evident that Saint Pastor Moro truly could not spare more troops to resist the attack of the mysterious forces.
Saint Pastor Moro was likely also racing against time.
As he pondered, Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong looked at the woman in the green dress. The woman’s expression tightened. Sensing the ill intent in their gazes, she subconsciously took half a step back.
Two minutes later,
Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong successfully used the [Dragon Race Spirit Robe·Myriad Phenomena] and transformed into the two leg straps on the woman’s green dress.
Jiang Qiue’s expression remained unchanged. Her thighs under the green dress were seamlessly joined together. She took a deep breath and sensed Cha Nai Xue’s strange gaze fixed on her thighs. She raised her ethereal, beautiful eyes and said coldly, “It’s your turn. Hurry up.”
Cha Nai Xue wrapped her arms around the waist of the woman in the green dress, leaned in, and smiled faintly, “Lord Nine-Tails Star God, why do you seem a little excited?”
“!” Jiang Qiue’s beautiful eyes expanded imperceptibly. Her expression remained unchanged, as if she hadn’t understood Cha Nai Xue’s teasing. She merely said softly, “If you dawdle any longer, be careful you miss the opportunity to save Miao Shi.”
Cha Nai Xue said no more. Her figure, embracing the green dress and snow skirt, scattered into black light and shadow, converging on the fair skin beneath the bulging green skirt, forming a black crescent moon.
Besides the S-grade Spirit Robe·Moon God, the Black Moon Holy See had many other dual cultivation Spirit Robes (meaning cultivating and constructing spirit particles together, not intercourse). For example, the one they were using now.
The [B-grade Spirit Robe·Snow Seal Plum Blossom Wound] allowed both users to fully merge their spirit and flesh into the other if one of them possessed a divine body, accelerating the recovery of their injuries, spirit particle amount, and mental power. However, the price was that the other party’s spirit particle amount and mental power would decrease synchronously, and they would suffer the same injuries.
The conditions for cultivating this Spirit Robe were very harsh, and it came at the cost of harming the other party, so almost no one in the Holy See practiced it.
However, after Cha Nai Xue and Jiang Qiue decided to cooperate and jointly resist the suppression of the other two evil men and women, they began to strive and learn Spirit Robes that could complement each other.
This Snow Seal Plum Blossom Wound was one of the Spirit Robes they learned together.
As Cha Nai Xue merged into her body, Jiang Qiue frowned. Her slender legs subconsciously tightened again. At the same time, she raised her hand to cover her chest and pursed her lips, trying her best to suppress the strange feeling within her.
“Boom—!!”
The heavens and earth trembled, and the war raged on.
It was at this moment that the main gate of the Babel Tower grandly opened, and a Cardinal emerged, accompanied by five hundred Black Moon Knights. Their powerful aura clashed with the three Burning Angel Disciples attacking the tower.
Jiang Qiue reacted quickly. The moment the Babel Tower’s gates opened and the spatial seal dispersed, she whispered immortal words, “I’m in the Babel Tower, in the center of room 102.”
Swish—
!
As if the scene had skipped frames, the dim surroundings transformed into the appearance of a quiet cultivation room.
Within the Babel Tower, Saintesses also had their own seclusion chambers, but they were rarely used as the Saintesses were often away from the General Court.
Room 102 was Jiang Qiue’s exclusive cultivation chamber.
She looked around. Her ethereal, beautiful eyes flickered with light. She expended mental power to activate her Spirit Sense Eye and scanned the area outside the room for investigation.
However, the Babel Tower had defenses against prying eyes. Her spiritual sense could not extend beyond a hundred meters before a stinging pain in her spirit forced her to retract it.
Just then, a cold, clear female voice came from the dark leg strap binding her right thigh: “Room 601.”
Jiang Qiue nodded and whispered the immortal words again, “I’m in the Babel Tower, in the center of room 601.”
The greater the impact of using immortal words on reality, the greater the consumption. At the same time, if the effect was to be applied to a living being, it could only apply to oneself.
Fortunately, Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong had transformed into a special state of non-life using the Dragon Race Spirit Robe, and Cha Nai Xue had temporarily become one with her using the dual cultivation Spirit Robe, allowing her to use immortal words to bring the three of them along.
However, the Babel Tower, a colossal tower whose summit pierced the troposphere, was not only larger than imagined but also exerted increasingly terrifying pressure as one ascended.
From room 102 to 601, a vertical displacement of five kilometers resulted in a five-hundredfold increase in the pressure exerted on her!
Jiang Qiue clearly felt a subtle stinging sensation on her skin and an accelerated blood flow in her veins.
Room 601 was still empty, but as her spiritual sense probed outwards,
She saw streams of crimson lightning, like divine serpents, flickering and wagging their tails in the dim clouds, constructing a terrifying divine lightning cage as light and shadow flickered in and out of existence.
Within the cage was a middle-aged woman clad in a white divine robe.
The woman wore a necklace with reading glasses, her gray eyes, with slight crow’s feet, were lowered, and her gaze was calm.
If not for the surrounding divine lightning, she would have looked like a kind and gentle ordinary middle-aged woman.
