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Chapter 1317 - Chapter 1317 Chapter 404 Ruins of Saint Crown City_2

Chapter 1317: Chapter 404 Ruins of Saint Crown City_2 Chapter 1317: Chapter 404 Ruins of Saint Crown City_2 At this moment, having awoken from the Pleasurable Dreamscape, he began his daily cultivation.

While his physical body grasped the Space Rune to comprehend the secrets of the Space Law, his three shadows each flipped through Classic Books, absorbing vast transcedental knowledge with whale-like efficiency.

And just like that, in the blink of an eye, it was nearly dawn.

Suddenly, someone outside the tent shouted, “Everyone, prepare to break camp!”

…

The “Thunderhammer Mercenary Corps” is a top-tier mercenary group on the Southern Continent with incredibly strong comprehensive strength.

Though called a mercenary group, it’s more like a large army that thrives on hunting Demon Beasts and pioneering adventures, with a membership numbering in the hundreds of thousands.

The Legion Commander is a genuine Eighth Rank powerhouse.

As time went by, the main force of the mercenary group also gradually entered the Old Continent.

The team Leonard Churchill belonged to was a transport squad within the corps.

Their mission this time was to deliver supplies for the legion to the core area of the Old Continent.

Others were unclear about the destination, but Leonard had guessed long ago.

About ninety kilometers further north was an enormous ancient relic known as “Saint Crown City”.

During the Taren Era, three thousand years ago, that city was the closest prefectural city to the Imperial City Behemoth.

Clearly, the high command of the Ariel Empire was also aiming for the capital of the Taren Dynasty.

However, it was quite obvious they had found out much later than the Rebel Dragon Army.

After all, the Rebel Dragon Army Leader Griffith was a Taren Court Official descendant, who knew many secrets unknown to others.

Before long, after consuming the dry rations for marching, the team set off.

Leonard followed the supply convoy’s grand departure.

Now a Sixth Tier adept, he dared not infiltrate official legions any longer, and was instead blending in with the mercenary corps.

The transport team’s route was along the safe paths blazed by the vanguard adventure groups, and they proceeded smoothly for several hours.

Soon after, Leonard heard the boisterous sounds of people.

After the convoy passed through a cleared, collapsed fortress relic, the view opened up before them.

This was an enormous Hunting Wasteland Camp, brightly lit, with tents everywhere.

All sorts of flashy banners fluttered in the wind; Leonard, who had long studied Southern Continent’s various emblems and their chilling implications, recognized them at a glance.

In addition to the “Thunderhammer Mercenary Corps”, there were also “King’s Knights”, “Golden Spear”, “Mountain Dragon Heavy Armor”, and other top-tier mercenary groups of the Southern Continent.

There were also several other large and small affiliated mercenary groups.

In the camp, Magic Towers, some completed and some under construction, stood a hundred meters tall.

Leonard had read about Magic Towers in books, which described them as akin to magic artillery.

The combat power of a hundred-meter-tall, eight-story Magic Tower was roughly equivalent to an Eighth Order Card Master.

There were at least a dozen here, and the sight of such an exaggerated fire network made Leonard’s scalp tingle.

Not just the Magic Towers, but also various massive war golems stood tall and imposing throughout the camp.

It was clear that these mercenaries were preparing to station here for a long term.

Leonard’s transport team was delivering construction materials for the camp, and upon their arrival, everyone began to unload.

There were many powerful presences in the camp, and Leonard did not dare to be too conspicuous. He helped the other mercenaries transport supplies while surveying the situation in the camp.

A dense fog drifted through the camp, limiting visibility.

Leonard was very interested in the Magic Towers and the war golems in the camp, wondering how he might find an opportunity to get a closer look.

However, unexpectedly, the wind suddenly picked up.

The gusting wind not only dispersed the fog in the camp but also cleared the more distant sea of mist.

Suddenly, someone shouted, “The fog has cleared! Everyone, back to work!”

At that shout, the entire adventure camp erupted into action.

From their tents, fully armed mercenaries emerged and began to assemble toward the north side of the camp.

Only then did Leonard clearly see the situation to the north of the camp, his gaze arresting: “This… Abyssal Rift? No, it’s a shattered space!”

At that moment, he realized the special location of this adventure camp.

It was not a normal underground camp, but built on the edge of a cliff, in a setting akin to Gold-digging Dock.

Further north was an endless void, much like the Abyssal Rift.

With the fog gone, the view inside the rift became clear.

Unlike the Abyssal Rift near Sinless City, this rift was filled with countless large and small “plane fragments” floating like islands.

“Really quite extravagant…”

Leonard’s eyes were trembling as he took in the sight.

On the map, this area used to be “Saint Crown City” – a massive city with a population in the millions.

Normally, adventurer camps are built close to the relics.

Leonard had wondered why the camp was not built within the relic and had seen no traces of relics nearby.

Unexpectedly, it wasn’t that these mercenaries didn’t want to, but Saint Crown City had been shattered to pieces, and those fragments were now suspended in the endless void.

“Is the God Tier this outrageous?”

Knowing this relic was left from the fall of Taron and guessing it was the result of a war of the gods, Leonard felt profoundly moved.

With his current tier, punching and shattering a rock was already considered terrifyingly powerful.

To blast apart a large piece of the plane, however, was something on an entirely different dimension.

The feeling was like tearing a two-dimensional piece of paper into shreds and scattering them throughout a three-dimensional world.

Leonard could not yet understand the true nature of those floating plane fragments, nor why they were allowed to float in a cosmic state.