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Chapter 1148: Messenger of the Guard
Chapter 1148: Messenger of the Guard
Chen Chuan only had a rough idea of the timeframe for the San xing ju hui.
However, among the data Red Dust obtained from Alura, there were some additional pieces of information, one of which was the specific time of the San xing ju hui, and the other was a message about the Blood Red Skull.
From these two pieces of information, it seemed that today’s chaos in the city was closely related to Alura.
However...
He looked at the source of light in the distance. If he wasn’t mistaken, it should be coming from the area of the broken pillars, which was still some distance from the central city. This was a situation that even Alura might not have anticipated.
After all, her consciousness couldn’t leave the city, and she could only analyze the outside situation based on existing data and extensive information. For things that had existed for thousands of years, if no one had studied them, she wouldn’t be able to understand their intricacies.
He glanced again in the direction of the Sealed Hall. The greatest reliance of the Vail Asia Central City was that upper-level power. Now that this power was unable to function, how did they plan to deal with the situation?
In the long hall of the White Rock Building, the management members were in a panic, even Len’s face had changed. This unexpected turn of events had completely disrupted their plans.
If the spiritual power from above couldn’t help them at this moment, how were they supposed to block those three individuals?
News from outside also came in, informing them that the situation originated from the broken pillar cluster.
The managers immediately recalled the scenes of the Zen practitioners stacking broken pillars.
Could it be the Zen Sect?
They didn’t jump to conclusions easily. The Small Enlightenment Temple had significant influence in the Federation, and it would be unwise to implicate them without evidence.
One of the managers asked, "Alura, how long can you hold them off?"
Alura’s emotionless voice replied, "Based on the current ritual field strength, I can hold them off for fifteen to eighteen minutes."
The manager immediately said, "Ladies and gentlemen, we must consider the most urgent situation. We have only a few minutes to discuss our countermeasures."
The managers, when it came to matters of life and death and their ruling authority, were quite quick-witted. Someone spoke rapidly, "Mr. Dahyel Rosade is outside the city. We can invite him in under the pretext of joint defense on the west shore and ask for his assistance."
Another person expressed concern, "The emperor and the consul are both Throne Arena Fighters. Can Mr. Rosade handle them?"
Len said, "It shouldn’t be a problem. Each individual was implanted with a relic before being confined in the Sealed Hall, which can temporarily block their spiritual energy from drawing power externally. Without this, they can only rely on their physical bodies, and they are quite weak after long-term confinement. Secret Chamber Fighters can handle them. According to Alura’s data, the San xing ju hui won’t last more than half an hour. If we can survive for half an hour, we win."
Someone said, "Can Secret Chamber Fighters really handle it? We can ask Mr. Weiss from the Liberty Academy to step in."
The others agreed. The Liberty Academy was also part of the Vail Asia ruling class and had an obligation to protect the central city during this crisis.
"But this will only find us two Secret Chamber Fighters, which isn’t enough to handle three directions..."
Secret Chamber Fighters were true high-level fighters, rarely gathered together. Finding two now was already quite rare. This was why Chen Chuan’s previous victory was so notable; under normal circumstances, defeating several Secret Chamber Fighters was almost impossible, let alone even encountering them.
A manager hesitated and said, "Perhaps we can also ask the Daxun Delegation to step in. Isn’t Mr. Chen Chuang very strong? He should be able to handle one direction, right?"
Len immediately vetoed it, "I don’t think that’s feasible."
He believed that this matter must be handled by them and not involve the representatives of Daxun. Otherwise, the outside world might interpret it as international intervention, or even as a desperate reliance on Daxun’s aid during a crisis, which would be a significant negative point for the Vail Asia Central City and the West Shore.
The managers looked at each other, some whispering, while others sent messages through their internal implants.
On the airship outside the city, Dahyel Rosade received the message from the central city requesting assistance. He didn’t hesitate and agreed almost immediately.
Given the urgency of the situation, he couldn’t enter the city through normal means. He quickly put on his protective clothing, left the cabin, and glanced at the direction. The spiritual fire ignited on his body, and with a loud boom, a beam of light shot into the sky.
In the central city of Luonovira, at the Aurelian Palace, a clerk received a call from the West Shore. He listened and quickly recorded the content with a fountain pen.
Sweat appeared on his forehead, and he panted slightly, responding, "Received!" He tore the paper from his notebook, took large strides, and crossed a long, luxurious corridor, then used his shoulder to push open a carved archway.
Under the shimmering crystal chandelier, Olin and Kassian sat at a round table, holding documents and pens, seemingly engaged in a discussion. A refreshing beverage with a strong aroma was placed on the table.
When Olin saw the breathless clerk, he immediately stood up, took the record from his hand, glanced at it, and said, "We need to see the Chancellor immediately."
Kassian replied, "The Chancellor took his medicine and went to sleep an hour ago."
Olin shook his head and waved the paper, "This matter must be decided by the Chancellor himself."
Kassian took the paper and read it, then looked up and said, "Let's go, I'll go with you."
Fifteen minutes later, the two shook hands with the on-duty secretary and walked out of the Chancellor's office.
Kassian said, "The Chancellor has instructed us to quickly quell the incident. Time is tight now. The people on the West Coast won't listen to our orders, and our people can't get there in time. Even if we follow the procedures, it will take at least an hour, plus the time to get there, the situation might already be beyond saving. I think we can seek help from the visiting team still in the area."
Olin said, "The Daxun Delegation?"
Kassian nodded, "We can pass the message through the First Escort Unit. Mr. Chen's strength is trustworthy."
"The West Coast people won't agree."
Kassian emphasized, "This is the authority granted by the Chancellor, they cannot refuse."
The Sealed Hall must not have any issues. Although the East Coast has always wanted to weaken the West Coast, if the prisoners in the Sealed Hall escape, it will be a major event affecting the entire Federation. Such a serious incident cannot be allowed to happen during the Chancellor's term.
Olin said, "Then... let's send the message, I hope it's not too late."
Just a few minutes later, the leader of the First Escort Unit, Jiang Hongzhi, summoned the two deputy leaders and Fan Zhentong. He had his assistant distribute copies of the telegram to everyone.
"The Federation has asked us to assist in securing the Sealed Hall. What are your thoughts?"
Deputy Leader Tu Haisheng was the first to speak.
"Leader, I think this is feasible. Since it's a request from the Federation government, it will benefit our upcoming negotiations. We can have Mr. Chen help."
Deputy Leader Chu Zhixian said, "Can Mr. Chen handle it?"
Fan Zhentong replied, "Mr. Chen doesn't have to handle all three; just one. They have been imprisoned for a long time, and Mr. Chen is capable enough."
Jiang Hongzhi looked around, seeing no further objections, and said, "Since there are no objections, let's send the telegram to Mr. Chen. He should act based on the situation. If he deems it infeasible, he should stay put, prioritizing his own safety."
The assistant recorded this, waited for his signature, bowed, and immediately went out to send the telegram.
Jiang Hongzhi turned to Fan Zhentong and said, "The safety of the Second Escort Unit must be guaranteed. According to diplomatic regulations, we have the right to implement temporary protection measures. Old Fan, please keep an eye on it."
Fan Zhentong responded, "Sure," and immediately stood up, walking out. His arm could be seen twitching slightly.
In the center of Vail Asia Central City, a beam of light descended upon the Sealed Hall, and with a loud boom, it landed. Orange-yellow spiritual flames spread outward. Rosade stood in the middle, gazing at the mist ahead.
After a moment, a figure gradually emerged from the wavering mist, becoming clearer.
It was a man of medium build with thick, light brown hair and a prominent, hawk-like nose. His eyes were cold and deep.
He wore an old Federation military uniform, made of deep gray woolen fabric. The double row of copper buttons on his chest had lost their luster, faded and worn from the passage of time. The cuffs and shoulders bore the old emblems of a high-ranking commander from the West Coast.
Rosade felt a moment of nostalgia, as if he saw the commander who once led them into battle. During the civil war between the East and West Coasts, it was this man who led them against the East Coast, ultimately forcing the East to sign a ceasefire agreement.
But when he looked again, his eyes grew stern. He saw that the man had numerous arms extending from his back, moving in a strange way. He could also sense a face on the back of the man's head, which now wore a peculiar smile.
He said in a deep voice, "Mr. Caventon, it's been a long time."
Caventon stood still and spoke with a strange, trembling voice, "Is it General Dahyel? I prefer to hear you call me Commander."
"Commander..." Rosade said, "You shouldn't have come out."
Caventon's eyes suddenly turned fierce. His grayish-white eyes rolled, and he asked, "General Rosade, I want to ask you, did you vote in favor of my imprisonment?"
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(End of Chapter)
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