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Chapter 130 - 126 History Projection (2/3) 1
Chapter 130 - 126 History Projection (2/3) 1
Chapter 130: Chapter 126 History Projection (2/3) 1
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Lying on the floor that was not cold but rather scorching hot, after contemplating life for about ten minutes, Mr. Mu forced himself to sit up despite the pain all over his body.
“Hiss-!”
He lightly rubbed his charred skin and it flaked off, revealing new, slightly tender skin that had already started to grow underneath.
He’s recovering fast.
After all, he used a Duo Lai Template, and Duo Lai possessed the talent of ‘Self-healing Body (Partial)’.
Otherwise, he would have to recuperate for at least a day or two. Nevertheless, dead skin still existed in many parts of his body, and he also suffered from internal injuries due to energy backlash and explosive impact. It would be hard to fully recover without at least two to three hours of rest.
After some thought,
Mu Yuan issued orders to a few newly recruited Greenhand troop types.
Before long,
“Ding- Nun Card.”
Three nuns entered the room, two of them wearing standard nun outfits, with their black robes hanging down to their ankles. The collars and hat edges were a pure white which contrasted with the serious black, and their body was fully covered by this attire.
In comparison to the Imperial Guard and Strong Shooter’s gear, their armour still seemed thin though.
They all had different body shapes: tall, petite, curvy, flat… to put it simply, there were all varieties.
The other one, her black nun outfit was adorned with considerably more magnificent patterns. Her robe only fell to her knees, revealing robust calves wrapped in high boots and black stockings. Around her waist hung a black battle hammer, which was much better suited for battle than her nun outfit. Her gaze was much more lively compared to the other two whose eyes were filled with clear but dull expressions.
‘Nun (Rare One-Star)’
‘Level: LV3.’
‘Skills: Healing’
‘Priest (Rare Three-star)’
‘Level: LV3.’
‘Skills: Healing, Purification’
‘Talent: Power of Holy Light.’
A warm glow emerged from the palms of the nuns, and when it touched Lord Shepherd’s charred body, dead skin quickly flaked off and pale new skin rapidly grew. His aching chest was soothed somewhat.
He was recovering, but not quite fully recovered yet.
The level of the nuns and the priest was too low.
Or maybe Lord Shepherd was simply too strong.
Only after exhausting the nuns for three rounds did Mr. Mu recuperate significantly.
“Skills have risks, experiments must be conducted with caution.”
With a wave of his hand, he dismissed the nuns. As soon as the door was shut, he took out a brand new set of clothing and a looking glass from his Dimensional Pocket, tidied up his relatively undamaged hair and nonchalantly walked out of the silver building.
Practicing was absolutely out of the question now.
Definitely tomorrow.
Having inspected the surroundings, Lord Shepherd walked back to the front of the core altar.
Here, two cracks were suspended high in the air.
The crack on the left led to a Secret Realm, and so did the one on the right. ‘Ding!’
The crack on the right suddenly dropped down, forming an arch big enough for giant creatures to pass through.
As he stepped in, there was no dizziness from spatial reversal. It was simply like stepping through a water curtain, causing ripples, yet stepping from one world straight into another.
The sky darkened, leaden clouds shrouding it without a pause. Only a few gaps allowed strands of daylight to seep through, but they were insufficient to dispel the gloom.
The earth was parched, plants withered, and wrecks of church buildings were faintly visible in the distance.
Desolation and decay permeated everywhere.
A seemingly more rundown atmosphere than the Skeletal Cemetery. On this black wasteland, humanoid monsters roam freely. They have skin as red as burning fire, horns growing out of their heads, they wear rudimentary clothes like a goblin, yet wear sharp knives and shields.
In the distance, you could faintly see even larger monsters.
“Secret Realm-Black Wasteland”
“Level: One”
“Explanation ®: This secret realm extracts a period of historical projection, reproducing it. The beasts inside regenerate after a certain amount of time. Slaying the beasts won’t yield Remnant Souls, but they will yield a certain amount of Soul Sand.”
“Explanation (2): The secret realm cannot be upgraded by simply injecting Soul Sand into it like Miracle Buildings. It takes a long period of nourishment from the territory. The higher the Land Rank, the faster the secret realm grows.” This ‘Black Wasteland’ secret realm is actually a Resource Secret Realm.
– Continuously producing Soul Sand, it’s as if you have a small, but never exhaustible and upgradable Soul Sand Mine at home.
This is simply, amazing!
“It’s not easy getting by in the Eternal World without money, I wonder if those old lords would regret if they find out that this key can open a Soul Sand Secret Realm, Would they feel regret to the gut?”
Mu Yuan transformed into Duo Lai’s fortress, his palms spurted out hot and boiling orange fireballs, causing the whole secret realm to seem like it was shaking. He also wiped out dozens of Apprentice level ‘Fallen Devils’.
He left the secret realm contentedly.
This place was surveyed in the morning by Dead Bone and several Hurricane War Hawks. The area was not large, and only a corner of the dilapidated church remained. Beyond that was the grey edge of the secret realm. Perhaps by leveling up the secret realm, more could be revealed.
But for now, there were no formidable foes within this secret realm, only crops that could be harvested at any time.
That’s why it’s called a Resource Secret Realm.
It’s time for people to come and harvest.
Mu Yuan sent a group task in the ‘Generals Group’ through a Spiritual Link.
Bone Four raised his hand, “Great Lord, I can lead forty Skeleton Warriors to complete the task within three hours.”
Lu Liu pondered for a moment, “If you need it, my lord, I can also collect Soul
Sand with thirty soldiers in two and a half hours.”
After calculated carefully, he guaranteed that he could collect all the Soul Sand without wasting time.
Paying attention to every single detail was his main feature.
Rakshasa said, “Hmph, twenty soldiers are more than enough.”
Jun: “Chirp chirp-!”
In the Skeletal Cemetery, a head covered in red silk popped out of a mound. After a quick look, it withdrew back in, “Heh, such boring competitiveness between men.”
A Slime emoji popped up in the Spiritual Link network.
Miss Duo also expressed, “Beating weaklings… Tactical harvesting is what I do best-!”
No, you cannot.
You have to complete your learning task.
In the Cultivation Quiet Room, in front of the large and elaborate character “Quiet”, there was a study desk with more than ten thick, hard-covered books.
A light blue haired girl sat cross-legged there. With a pen on the tip of her nose, it was swaying back and forth like a balance beam. Her pupils spun in circles as it swayed.
“Compendium of Military Strategies.”
“Tactics: From Beginner to Burying the Enemy.”
“One Hundred and Eighty-Six Important Points to Note in Hero Trials.”
Help!
General Duo Lai can’t take it anymore!
She had read for so long, but the only thing she could barely remember was the Complete Monster Manual, and even that was only half of it.
The rest…
She forced herself to stare at them a little longer as more and more circles appeared in her eyes.
“My Lord, Duo, Duo Lai can’t do it anymore.”
She fell face-first onto the desk, completely overtaken by fatigue..