Chapter 1005 - 307: Crimson Flame Divine Lamp (2)

[Player "Please call me a good person" achieved first-class honors in the Heaven’s Gate Battle by killing the Celestial Calamity Demon]

[Player "Please call me a good person" achieved first-class honors in the Heaven’s Gate Battle by killing the Celestial Calamity Demon]

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"Killed the Celestial Calamity Demon? How did he get in? Why haven’t I heard of this ID?" Sanna couldn’t help but furrow her brows.

Players capable of killing Calamity level Demons are usually well-known, as such powerful individuals are rare even in high-dimensional spaces.

"Have you heard of this person?" The "Flame King" looked over, his voice rough, clearly unfamiliar with this ID as well.

"No idea, could he be from some closed-off world? But how did he get in?" someone commented.

The man playing with a fan in his hands looked at it thoughtfully, trying to figure out who it was that they didn’t recognize. The moment he saw the name, he almost couldn’t contain himself; this ID he’d seen before, and had even added as a friend.

Sanna noticed the man’s unusual reaction and furrowed her brows: "Why? Wang An, do you know him?"

Wang An looked at the fan, hesitated: "I’ve seen him. At that time, Vivian and I were heading to the Eighth Dimension..."

Sanna furrowed her brows: "When did you and Vivian go to the Eighth Dimension?"

Wang An’s face twitched: "This isn’t the time to discuss that. The guy wasn’t particularly strong back then, merely a Tier Seven Extraordinary, yet he won first place in the Slaughter Game. You should have some impression."

Sanna seriously contemplated, then shook her head and candidly said, "No impression. There are so many first-place winners in the Slaughter Game, how would I know who they are? I haven’t followed it for a long time."

Only Extraordinary individuals below Tier Five can participate in the Slaughter Game, so Tier Five Extraordinary individuals like them generally don’t pay attention, especially those who aren’t that idle, which she evidently isn’t.

Wang An took a deep breath, exclaiming: "If it really is him, it’s quite astonishing how in such a short time, he’s reached such a level. No wonder he’s the man I had my eye on!"

Sanna drew three black lines on her forehead: "What do you mean by the man you had your eye on... I must tell Vivian!"

Wang An replied irritably: "I mean I bet on him being first place back then and made a hefty sum. Killing a Calamity level Demon isn’t just as simple as a Tier Five Extraordinary fighting; he’s likely stronger than everyone present."

"Now that a Celestial Calamity Demon at the Celestial Gate Token has been killed, perhaps things aren’t as bad. Maybe we can hold out until the White Ice Illusion Mist disperses."

John opened his arms, eyes shimmering with tears, his face brimming with an inexplicable happiness: "It’s truly the Holy Light’s blessing!"

Sanna held back no longer: "Everything is the Holy Light. Why don’t you let the Holy Light fight those demons?"

John wasn’t bothered by this remark at all: "Please don’t doubt the Holy Light; even if you question it, the Holy Light won’t betray you."

Wang An didn’t comment on this, thinking these Holy Light Sect believers were better than bald monks at least; at most, they just had some brain issues.

It’s widely recognized that Holy Light Sect followers have brain issues, something even they never deny, because even those with brain problems are embraced by the Holy Light!

This news did calm the agitated crowd somewhat, definitely good news offering a turning point, preventing them from just watching as the Celestial Gate Token is breached.

Flame King showed a serious expression, looking around the crowd, saying: "Given the current situation, I believe we shouldn’t just sit idly. Perhaps we can find a way to break through the barrier of the White Ice Illusion Mist."

Another Tier Five Extraordinary, covered in silver mechanical exoskeleton, frowned and said: "Even we, if spending too long within the White Ice Illusion Mist, will be affected by chaos and assimilated, possibly even transformed into demons. It’s too risky!"

"That’s right." Flame King acknowledged his statement, then added: "I’ve already used authority granted by the Doomsday Game to apply for permission to use the Crimson Flame Divine Lamp. The Doomsday Game recognizes the seriousness of this event. If everyone here agrees, we can borrow the Crimson Flame Divine Lamp to pass through the White Ice Illusion Mist."

Silence fell over the scene, everyone’s expressions varied, each person with their own thoughts. Not everyone is altruistic nor willing to sacrifice themselves; most first consider their own safety.

Even with a divine artifact like the Crimson Flame Divine Lamp guiding the way, it can only prevent assimilation by the White Ice Illusion Mist, not other dangers within it.

Once, a Tier Four Great Power rushed into the White Ice Illusion Mist and never returned, perishing within, body enslaved by chaos, becoming a horrific monster.

Wang An closed the fan, raised his hand and shouted: "I agree to this plan. I feel everyone must participate; there’s no retreat. Whoever chooses to leave will have the Three Religions hunting them down!"

One old man with a white beard unhappily replied: "Wang An, such suicidal matters should follow the principle of voluntariness, right? Wanting to die doesn’t mean we do!"

The sharp verbal exchange revealed neither held back; life-and-death issues allow for no concession.

Wang An snorted coldly, "If we follow voluntariness, likely half the people here would leave. This isn’t anyone’s personal affair; since you’re here, you bear the responsibility."

"Those wanting to leave, go ahead. Let’s see how long you can survive!"

John smiled, showing a calm face, nodded and said: "I agree with Wang An; the Holy Light also tells me everyone must go. Those not going are abandoning the Holy Light!"

Upon hearing this, everyone couldn’t help but sigh inwardly; the Holy Light is always unpredictable, sometimes embracing, sometimes betraying, completely unfathomable, as if influenced by John’s words.

This nearly roasted those unwilling on a moral and physical grill.

Humans are a species needing rules, or it becomes chaos.

As the conversation reached this level, those extremely unwilling still obliged to go, with no opposition, it was thus decided.

Very soon.

A golden lantern emitting a green glow appeared in Flame King’s hands, the Crimson Flame Divine Lamp, a true divine artifact not owned by anyone, overseen by the Doomsday Game, available for application in significant tasks.

The Crimson Flame Divine Lamp they’re holding is not the true artifact, but a projected image wielding part of its power; others are using the Crimson Flame Divine Lamp alongside them.

As for the actual location of the Crimson Flame Divine Lamp, no one knows.

Bathed in its serene glow, the surrounding white mist dispersed, appearing as though facing its nemesis, creating a small gap.

"Keep close, falling into the White Ice Illusion Mist is not my problem." Flame King looked back, harshly said, then led the way into the mist.

Estimating how long until reaching the Celestial Gate Token is impossible.

Within the White Ice Illusion Mist, space and time are distorted, potentially to the utmost degree, hindering their journey to the Celestial Gate Token.

This was the reason they hadn’t adopted this method before; if the Celestial Gate Token was soon breached, this tactic would be meaningless, merely putting themselves at risk.