Chapter 1696 - 1007: Hope to Break Through the Miasma (Part 2)

"Well, of course, I have something related to ask of you. Please wait a moment, I’ll call someone in right away."

Lanle said something through a communication tool, and not long after, the door to the royal infirmary opened, and two figures, one tall and one short, walked in.

"Who are you?"

Temude scrutinized the two people in front of him, memories gradually resurfacing. They seemed somewhat familiar.

"I am the Hero Anleisi, and this is my brother, also a Hero, Kaius. Hello."

Heroes Anleisi and Kaius, once employed by the Holy Light Church, actually appeared here!

After she said this, Temude finally remembered these people. He had seen information about them in reports coming from Scameroon, but never met them, so he didn’t recognize them at first glance.

Anleisi and Kaius still looked the same as before, nothing seemed to have changed...

No, Anleisi now had a pair of furry animal ears on both sides of her head, with bright red fur standing out conspicuously, while Kaius had a black horn protruding from his forehead, making his demeanor even colder and more menacing.

Temude’s mouth twitched, and he raised a finger to point at them, saying:

"Don’t tell me, you two have also mutated towards the Demon Clan."

"Unfortunately, both of them have indeed been affected, just like us," Lanle spread his hands, "but the principle is different."

Anleisi showed an expression of anger, then turned to helplessness, and explained the changes in her and her brother.

After the battle between Gwyn and Viskasa ended, those who, including them, had been hung up and drained by Viskasa were released on the spot, except at the time no one was available to come over. They remained comatose for two or three days before finally waking up.

They were angry at Viskasa’s deception, yet found no target to vent their fury, realizing the decline of the Three Great Religions, they finally chose to leave this place.

Anleisi and Kaius left quietly, and there was so much for Scameroon to handle that no one noticed their departure, even if someone did, there was no way to trace them.

"But just as we left Scameroon, we noticed changes in our bodies. This power from the Demon Clan clashed with our Hero’s strength, leaving us weakened for a long time. Walking required all our might, and even now we can’t utilize our full strength, often almost dying at the hands of monsters along the way," Anleisi recounted a rather bitter past.

"Then I picked them up," Lanle made a V sign.

But why did it become like this?

Probably because Viskasa had been slowly absorbing the power of Anleisi and her group. There was always an invisible fine line connecting them to each other, and Viskasa never completely drained this group before his death, the invisible fine line still remained connected.

The result was, when Viskasa exploded, this fine line dragged part of his power into the bodies of unlucky ones like Anleisi,

"Under Prince Lanle’s guidance, we understood."

Anleisi and Kaius both showed serious and sharp gazes, saying:

"Instead of aimlessly wandering, might as well do something truly useful, and also by the way, take revenge on the culprit who turned us into this state."

"You mean?" Temude vaguely guessed something.

"We want to launch a proactive attack on the Demon Clan."

Anleisi declared firmly, and beside her, Kaius also showed a fierce expression.

Their momentum is sure impressive, but...

"But what about the miasma of the Demon Continent, how will you deal with it?"

No matter how you look at it, Anleisi and the others haven’t reached an awakened state to be immune to the miasma, right?

"No, we’ve already become immune to it."

She pointed to the animal ears on both sides of her head.

"Now I’m half a Demon Clan myself, so, for the most part, I can ignore the effects of the miasma."

As she said this, her expression was quite complicated.

"..."

Temude’s mouth gradually hung open, not just from being surprised by them, but because—

"Yes, we’re probably the same."

Lanle guessed what his brother was thinking right now, nodded and said:

"I’m afraid we can also become immune to the miasma or reduce its effects? Anyway, it’s something we need to test out soon."

Does this mean that those who have undergone physical mutations due to the influence of Demon Clan bloodline have become a sharp sword that can pierce into the Demon Continent?

"This is too..."

This is too outrageous!

Temude’s eyes shone brightly.

In that moment, his mind already conjured up scenarios of leading an army to wreak havoc on the Demon Continent, leaving no armor intact for the Demon Clan, an unprecedented feat throughout history!

"Wake up, my warmongering brother."

Lanle unceremoniously woke up Temude, saying: "With your current strength, even if you went to the Demon Continent, what could you achieve?"

Temude immediately calmed down, "Then help me, help me collect souls to quickly boost my strength."

"Both father and I had this in mind."

He patted Temude’s shoulder, saying: "Among the trustworthy people we have now, you’re the most experienced in dungeon adventures. So, we’ll keep helping you collect various souls to quickly level up, and during this time, you’re responsible for training their strength."

Lanle pointed behind at Anleisi and Kaius, the two showed looks of anticipation and said:

"We’ve longed to rely on Sain Dungeon to enhance our strength."

They truly were eager for Sain Dungeon!

Indeed, if there’s any place that can rapidly improve strength in a short time, it is none other than Sain Dungeon.

As long as one has enough energy and works diligently, everyone can gain substantially.

Temude immediately agreed.

"Then let’s do it, I’m going to choose who to train with me."

"I’ll be sure to train them into qualified Demon Clan killers!"

"Don’t just think about killing, normally speaking, when you go over there you should focus on gathering intelligence," Lanle timely reminded.

"Shut up, you’re so nagging."

Temude waved his hand, looking at Anleisi and Kaius, his voice suddenly regained past bravado.

"Let’s go now, I want to have a good workout with you."

"Here we go~"

"Alright."

In the period following this, people’s lives across regions gradually returned to the usual calm and entered into a state of regular order.

The Warrior Country is seeking other ways to engage with the Demon Clan bloodline, while secretly nurturing an assault team led by Temude to launch an attack into the Demon Continent, and simultaneously supporting the reconstruction of Scameroon to share in the developments.

The Yanor Kingdom remains unchanged as ever, without any safety concerns, and the lively people continue to enjoy life, also incidentally celebrating their nation’s first Firekeeper, Leon.

Scameroon is still under reconstruction, the rebel army officially split, with its forming churches collectively creating a council to manage Scameroon, naturally led by the Starfire Church, with the days of the Three Great Religions getting ousted from the trend not far off.

Leon is resting, and afterward, he’ll continue his campaign through Sain Dungeon, vowing to complete his second Fire Transmission this quarter.

The Skyrim Strategy Group and other groups are chasing progress, racing to become the second Firekeeper, or perhaps the extinguisher.

And during this time when the continent is flourishing.

An old man came to the Demon Continent.

"Finally, I’ve returned."

The deputy head of Mad Fire God Sect, Dorian, stood in front of the Great Rift Valley that separates the Demon Continent and opened his arms with a comforting expression.

As if embracing the entire continent.