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Chapter 46 - 46 35 Sentinel Overlord Spear Earl’s Youngest Daughter Seeking Follows and Monthly Votes

46: Chapter 35 Sentinel Overlord Spear, Earl’s Youngest Daughter (Seeking Follows and Monthly Votes) 46: Chapter 35 Sentinel Overlord Spear, Earl’s Youngest Daughter (Seeking Follows and Monthly Votes) “Ask the traveler about the road ahead, lamenting the faint light of morning.”

Lu Bingwei lay in a makeshift tent on the rooftop, his eyes opened to see the pale light of dawn in the east, dispelling the long night’s darkness.

“It’s…

dawn.”

He woke up after a night’s deep sleep, dusty memories surfacing in his mind.

Without thinking, he habitually traced a strange sealing gesture on his chest, muttering, “Praise the sun.”

Yes, he praised the sun, not Lie Zhenzi whom most Transcendents worshipped.

Everything in this world changes, events are impermanent, and human hearts unpredictable.

But the sun is eternal.

No matter the frost, snow, or storms of lightning and thunder, every morning the sun would rise as usual.

Rising at dawn, setting at dusk, in an endless cycle.

The sun, it was the eternal faith.

The believers of the Dawn Church prayed every day at six in the morning.

—That is, they prayed towards the rising sun in the east, bathed in the morning light, feeling the shine of illumination.

It is said that the plan of a day starts with the morning.

In the midst of prayer, witnessing the dawn break forth like the creation of heaven and earth, tearing through the deepest darkness before dawn, was the most sacred act for every Dawn believer.

Even the great first leader of the Astronomy Association, the Ancestor of the Sage Messier, once said that the sun was the fundamental root of human continuity.

His words had always been printed on the front page of the Dawn Church’s Bible, “The Scroll of the Sun”, which also propelled the Dawn Church to be one of the three major churches of the Post-Apocalypse Era.

However, the Dawn believers were slightly extreme; they considered those who had not witnessed the dawn breaking the darkness to be too lazy, doomed to lead a relatively failed life.

This belief was questionable, but they had always thought so.

There was no helping it; individual faith was unshakeable, and no one could sway these devout yet stubborn pilgrims.

—Of course, for Lu Bingwei, that was all in a past life.

As recorded in “The Scroll of the Sun,” “Do not dwell in the days that have forsaken me.”

He was the one who had been forsaken.

Lu Bingwei knew well that if he dared show up in any Dawn Hall today, he’d surely be treated as a heretic and put to the stake.

Because during a surprise attack by a group of Esoteric Buddhism fanatics years ago, to save his life, he had killed the old priest who raised him and begged for mercy from the members of Esoteric Buddhism, barely surviving the ordeal.

Since then, he had been on a wanted list, and thus, he never dared to reveal his real name again.

“But why should I have to die?”

“I just want to live, what’s wrong with that?”

“What bullshit Savior!

When I truly needed rescue, where were you?”

Lu Bingwei spat viciously towards the newborn sun.

The spit containing traces of yellow phlegm flew out for two to three meters, then fell midair, crashing to the ground and shattering entirely.

Inside the tent, there lay three fresh pieces of Erosion Crystal on the ground, two of rank 9 and one of rank 10.

He stood up, put on his helmet, and wore his gray camouflage outfit.

Touching the purple spider mark in his hand, Lu Bingwei’s face showed a fierce expression.

This was a “Slave Brand,” something only high-level Alien species, at least an Earl, could administer.

The one bearing the brand was naturally a slave to the holder.

However, this slave was not himself.

The Slave Brand in Lu Bingwei’s hand came from a victim he had killed, a miserable fellow who had been abducted by Alien Species and turned into a slave after being tortured.

According to him, a daughter of the Black Widow Count had escaped into the wasteland.

She was sent on the Count’s orders to find this young Black Widow and bring her back to the wilderness.

An Alien Species Earl was a creature of Third Rank or higher, possibly of the ‘flawless’ level.

And its offspring could naturally be at most of the “flawless” class, perhaps only an ‘excellent’ Blue Name Monster.

And since she had managed to cross the border blockade, she was currently only in the first phase, a Black Widow spiderling of about level ten.

Initially, Lu Bingwei just felt lucky to have stumbled upon a good deal.

Since he happened to be passing by, he would take advantage of it if convenient; otherwise, it didn’t matter.

But when Lu Bingwei heard an explosive piece of news, his thoughts changed.

It turned out that the Earl’s youngest daughter had exhibited the rare phenomenon of reverting to her ancestral form, she actually was an “Epic” alien species!

According to the slave, this Earl’s daughter was almost definitely destined to be the future Empress of the Black Widow clan.

Now, a large number of the Black Widow’s high-level monsters were lingering outside the border of the D8B3 area, and if it weren’t for the inability to break through the Star Tower’s blockade, this Wasteland would have already been in turmoil.

As a veteran Transcendent with over three years of experience, Lu Bingwei naturally had an extensive knowledge of the transcendental world.

Monsters below the Epic level all had Erosion Crystals within them, with purple being the highest grade.

But monsters of Epic grade and above no longer had Erosion Crystals; instead, they possessed formed Pure Curse Marks, which could be further inscribed to change one’s profession using Pure Curse Seals.

“Once I obtain that Curse Mark inside her body, I might be able to break through my current bottlenecks and enhance my potential limit!”

“Ten days have already passed, and the search radius is getting smaller; others might come…”

“I cannot allow it; she can only be mine!”

After so many days of searching, Lu Bingwei finally found the hiding place of the young Epic Black Widow—it was right in the prison up ahead.

However, even though the monster was only First Rank, facing an Epic level monster, he dared not take it lightly, so he waited all night on this side, seeking an opportunity.

Then, Lu Bingwei tapped his golden wristwatch, and a light particle screen condensed in front of him, as he carefully reviewed the responses to a post.

“No desire to come, unwilling, or simply not nearby… good.”

“The post has been up for almost seven days; it seems that aside from the Patrol Team, there should be no other Transcendents around here for the time being.”

“In that case, it should be foolproof.”

Lu Bingwei stood up and, before shutting down the upgrade network, he opened his personal attributes tab, his gaze deepening.

[Lu Bingwei (Tyrant Spear), Second Order Sentinel]

[First-tier Curse Seal: Scout (Fine)//Level: 14/14]

[Second-tier Curse Seal: Sentinel (Fine)//Level: 4/14]

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Curse Seal, click for details

[Entry One: Scout (Fine)]

*Talents: Tracking, Eagle Eye

[Entry Two: Sentinel (Fine)]

*Talents: Rapid Fire, Watchful Eye

——

[Curse Tool: Floating Cannon·Qian Lan Burst (Excellent)]

[Effect: Can store up to three high-power Qian Lan Burst Bombs.

Each Burst Bomb has a cooling period of one day; control range 1 kilometer, firing range 1 kilometer.]

——

Lu Bingwei lightly tapped his wristwatch, closing the upgrade network interface.

His second-tier Curse Seal had been stuck at level 4 for nearly a year now, without any hint of being able to level up again.

With his current qualifications, he was afraid that he might never reach the full 28 levels of the green Curse Seals in his lifetime, let alone break through to the Third Rank.

But he never resigned himself to this.

Especially knowing that opportunity was right in front of him, there was no way he would allow himself to remain obscure for life.

“As long as I have that thing, there is still hope for me!”

After taking a deep breath, he looked back down at the prison, quietly waiting.

That place was the nest of the Epic Black Widow, most likely inhabited by numerous monsters.

Being a ranged profession, he naturally chose to attack from a fixed point.

After waiting for about an hour, Lu Bingwei’s brow furrowed gradually.

Strange.

Something’s not right.

It’s been so long, but not a single monster has come out.

Does it not need to come out to hunt?

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