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Chapter 261: Chapter 260 Temporary End of the Battlefield

The battle had ended.

Fang Zheng’s words seemed to open Pandora’s Magic Box, completely disrupting the thoughts of the Fire Mist Warriors. They started to scream wildly, run, and flee the battlefield. Fang Zheng didn’t bother to take action against these warriors who had lost their will to fight; he simply ordered Shudenan the Shapeshifter to clean up.

Initially, Berupeoru had wanted to capture all the Fire Mist Warriors, but after some consideration, Fang Zheng shook his head and rejected the idea.

“Although the announcement of the Pardon Order will surely shake the Fire Mist Warriors,” he said, “those who are far away, who have not experienced the battle and have not witnessed my form, will certainly not give up so easily. It’s better to let these guys go back and spread my majesty themselves; it will be more effective that way.”

Since Fang Zheng had spoken, Berupeoru naturally did not object. She had already heard about the battle from Feckoru and Decarabia, and knew that Fang Zheng was indeed a master strategist, with nearly every enemy movement on the battlefield within his predictions. As their Alliance Hierarch, his decision was clear; as a subordinate, Berupeoru’s job was simply to execute his orders.

And so it was, the pursuit of the Fire Mist Warriors by the Followers of the Crimson Realm ceased by evening. In the report brought back by Shudenan the Shapeshifter, Fang Zheng learned that the Fire Mist Warriors were rearguard led by Guardian of the Rhino Zamiel and Request of the Glorious Dew Sintaahir, while the others rapidly retreated. Those two Fire Mist Warriors were quite troublesome, but ultimately, they were swept away by Shudenan and his Followers of the Crimson Realm.

“With this, we just wait for the final Pardon Order, but before that, let everyone have some fun.”

Walking down the pitch-black corridor, Fang Zheng thought to himself while looking at Berupeoru beside him—who had regained her right eye and finally no longer wore an eyepatch.

“However… there are still some things to do.”

“What is it, Alliance Hierarch?”

“Just as I have said before.”

While speaking, Fang Zheng stopped, turned his head, and looked at Berupeoru beside him.

“We always need a goal. Now that our Pardon Order is about to be fulfilled, I don’t want the paradise we just created to be torn down to its bones in just a few days. Conveniently, we’ll use the celebration tonight as an excuse. Have the Herald inquire with the Followers of the Crimson Realm about their plans for the new world. Now that they no longer need to feed on humans for the Power of Existence, find out what they intend to do, and then collect the reports.”

“Yes, Alliance Hierarch.”

If this had been earlier, Berupeoru might have been puzzled by Fang Zheng’s thinking, but now she clearly understood his intentions. Obviously, the Masquerade Ball’s task was not just the creation of the Void Domain; they would also have to play their role in the new world. So now, it was important to inquire about the members’ future plans using this method.

“Alright, you may go. You’re tired, take some rest.”

“Then I will not disturb you any longer.”

Hearing this, Berupeoru gave a slight smile, respectfully bowed to Fang Zheng, and then turned to leave. Meanwhile, Fang Zheng continued forward until he reached the end of the hallway and the large door. He pushed it open, and then…

“Welcome—! Alliance Hierarch! Our experiment went perfectly, without any problems!”

“Good to hear, Professor.”

Fang Zheng shook his head in resignation at the sight of the man in a white lab coat, scrambling around with a spherical robot among the surrounding equipment.

“The information collected in the space between the two realms is crucial for our next steps with the Pardon Order! And Alliance Hierarch, we now need to conduct our final investigation and research on the ‘Zero Hour Resurgence’… You didn’t break it, did you?”

“Of course not.”

Hearing the mad scientist’s question, Fang Zheng extended his hand, and soon, with the unfolding of the Free Style, the Zero Hour Resurgence emerged. The mad scientist grabbed the Zero Hour Resurgence from Fang Zheng’s hand and began testing it on a piece of equipment.

“Any discoveries?”

Fang Zheng drew closer, his curiosity piqued as he eyed the strange graphs displayed on the screen, his interest in the nature of the ‘Zero Hour Resurgence’, a perpetual motion machine of omnipotence, was high, and he was quite curious about the underlying principles.

The mad professor was evidently busy with his investigation and did not seem inclined to answer Fang Zheng’s question. Fortunately, at that moment, another calm and steady voice came from beside him.

“Allow me to explain.”

“Thank you, Mr. Lamy.”

Relieved, Fang Zheng turned to look at the elderly man in a suit nearby who was smiling kindly—it was the ‘Corpse Collector’ Lamy, whom Fang Zheng had met on several occasions.

No, he should be called the ‘Spiral Organ’, Ren Nancy.

To be honest, Fang Zheng had been quite startled upon learning the true identity of the elderly man who was known worldwide as the master of the Free Method. However, now that he was an ally, it was all the more favorable.

“This is indeed a miraculous Noble Phantasm.”

To Fang Zheng’s inquiry, Lamy looked at the Zero Hour Resurgence with a smile.

“Originally, we thought that the Noble Phantasm’s effect was ‘to restore the Power of Existence consumed in a day’, but in fact, after investigation, we discovered that the true Skill of ‘Zero Hour Resurgence’ is ‘to negate the degradation and consumption that occurred within the day’.”

“Negate? Not restore?”

Hearing this, Fang Zheng also furrowed his brows, Even though this description seemed similar, the essence of it was worlds apart.

“Then, how does it restore the expended power?”

“As of now, in my view, this may be related to the tremendous power generated when the world repairs the distortions caused by the Followers of the Crimson Realm, but the specific structure…”

At this point, the old man smiled and shook his head.

“We haven’t fully understood it yet, but based on this function, we believe we can meet the demands of His Excellency, the Staff Officer…”

“That is enough.”

Fang Zheng was of course aware of what Berupeoru’s plan was; in fact, he valued that plan very much. Though the current God of Creation was indeed a God of Creation, the limitations were also too great. However, if Berupeoru’s plan could be successfully completed, it would be a good thing for him as well.

After chatting with Mira for a few moments, Fang Zheng turned and left. He had gone through quite a battle today, and was somewhat worn out both physically and mentally, but for Fang Zheng, there was still something more important to do…

“Creak…”

“You have returned, Elder Brother.”

As Fang Zheng entered the room, Tilia stood up with a smile and came forward, stretching out her hand to take Fang Zheng’s coat and overcoat, just as she always did. As the Shrine Maiden of the Ritual Snake, Fang Zheng’s room was, of course, the most luxurious type, not only spacious but also elegantly and sumptuously decorated.

Originally this was Fang Zheng’s private room, but Tilia also wanted to move in, which Fang Zheng naturally had no objections to. Although as the Alliance Hierarch, he had a host of Phosphorus maids at his service, their robot-like manner left Fang Zheng clearly uninterested, whereas Tilia was more suitable for him.

Of course, Black Katie was resolutely opposed to this and even took it upon herself to volunteer, claiming that “serving the Master is the duty of a Shrine Maiden”. Tilia, of course, would not agree to this, so the two little ones went out to “communicate” properly.

And the result… well, this was the outcome.

“Haven’t you slept yet?”

Looking at the girl beside him, Fang Zheng reached out to gently stroke Tilia’s soft golden hair. Feeling Fang Zheng’s touch, Tilia narrowed her eyes, revealing an expression much like a contented kitten.

“I wanted to wait to sleep with Elder Brother.”

“Of course, you may, How is your Power of Existence…”

Stopping there, Fang Zheng paused for a moment, looking once again at the girl in front of him.

“Do you have enough Power of Existence?”

“I’m okay, Elder Brother.”

“Hmm…”

Hearing Tilia’s response, Fang Zheng hesitated for a moment, and then he looked at the girl again.

“Would you like some?”

This time, Tilia did not immediately answer; she slightly widened her eyes, gazing at the man before her. Although it was just an ordinary conversation, Tilia clearly understood his meaning.

Yes, this was also what Fang Zheng meant.

But ultimately, it depended on Tilia herself.

With that in mind, the girl nodded slightly, revealing a smile.

“I would.”

“Good.”

Upon hearing this reply, Fang Zheng gave a slight smile and then bent his head down.

In Fang Zheng’s eyes, the girl before him was just like a succulent dessert. He tasted it gently, relishing the cream-like smoothness, feeling the tender, cherry-like fruit, exuding a faint, intoxicating fragrance…

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