Takxis stood atop the mountain peak, overlooking the Royal City below.

His expression did not change, but Rod felt a great sorrow.

Indeed, his Royal City had fallen.

The once glorious city was now left with only darkness.

All warmth, vitality, emotion, in the end turned into this silence of death.

This pain, Rod could indeed feel it. When he lost companions, teammates, family, it was the same feeling. And this first Saint Heir had undoubtedly lost countless times more than he had, yet he merely remained silent for a few seconds, then calmly said:

"Let's go."

Takxis moved, leaping down from the mountain peak.

Rod followed closely behind, asking: "How do we get in?"

Takxis lightly flicked his finger, and an invisible light enveloped them both.

"Secret Light, it conceals your form and aura, shrouds your soul. As long as you don't look at the monsters or reveal any hostile intentions, they won't notice you."

Rod marveled at his now transparent arm, speaking with a tone of envy.

"Eternal Burning Fire is really convenient, whichever characteristic you want, there it is. I've painstakingly ignited... uh, Fire Spark, but I don't have nearly as many functions as you."

Takxis slightly shook his head: "This comes at a cost. The characteristics we use are generally one level lower in strength than the Eternal Burning Fire, and generally cannot mimic the effects of the source of those characteristics. Also, not all characteristics can be mimicked and used. We need to learn, understand its existence, figure out its mechanism of operation, even clearer than its master."

Rod furrowed his brow: "So, you need to learn before you can control other characteristics?"

"Yes, we must witness firsthand how it is used, and then undergo massive training to master the ability of a characteristic. And some special characteristics we cannot mimic... Even though I have mastered the Strong Source of fire, being the King of fire, I can only mimic over twenty characteristics, and the effect is generally far inferior to its user."

Takxis paused for a moment, then continued.

"Actually, the essence of characteristics is the usage of the laws."

"When you have mastered Source Law, you have mastery over the authority of law, not only controlling the laws of your corresponding characteristics, but also controlling all the laws in the entire space, that is Field! Of course, even possessing Strong Source, the power to manipulate laws remains weak. Only when you have mastered the Root Origin, its power begins to manifest."

"Thus, the True King is referred to as God."

Rod felt a chill in his heart; so this was the case.

If that's the case, the distinction of Source Law itself is not very significant. What matters is the strength and level of Source Law.

No wonder the Dream Realm can convert or assimilate sources.

The two arrived at the front of the Royal City, the giant gates towering a hundred yards high shut tightly, with monsters wandering around, Black Fog creeping down from the city walls, unspeakably terrifying.

"Follow me."

Takxis said, lightly leaping up, landing on the city walls.

Rod followed closely behind, originally thinking they would walk along the city walls for a while, but unexpectedly he turned and jumped into a gap in the middle of the city wall.

As the view shifted, a familiar vibe greeted him.

At this moment, he knew.

He was back in the sewer.

Saint Reel's sewer was much more normal than Biterolian's. Perhaps this newly built human city was not like the Trolian Royal City, which was a remnant from the ancient Giant King City. Its sewer size was normal, the layout was reasonable, and it did not feel very filthy.

The First Saint Heir was evidently very familiar with the sewer, he led Rod swiftly through the winding corridors, quickly covering a large area.

"Taking the sewer is the shortest route; it can save a lot of time... You seem quite used to this place, have you been here before?"

Rod flatly denied: "No."

Fortunately, this journey wasn't very long; it wasn't too long before they exited the sewer and returned to the surface.

It was a wide street, lined with tall buildings.

Rod scanned around; the architecture of Saint Rel Royal City was very tall, with distinctive forms, and the line tension, and curve proportions were very unique. The overall style was tall and slender, building facades elongated, complex wall columns and exterior walls complement each other, reflecting a magnificent grand style.

But at this moment, they all sank into the Black Fog, magnificence turned into eerie, grandeur into terror, many buildings showed huge damage, traces left by battle.

Rod asked: "Wasn't the Royal City attacked by the Abyss? Why do I feel no trace of Abyssal aura?"

Takxis said in a deep voice: "The God of Contaminated Blood absorbed the Abyssal aura that spread up, especially after it polluted living beings, used to create Flesh Puppets, now the puppets rampaging in the Kingdom were almost born from this."

Rod felt a chill in his heart, no wonder he couldn't feel the Abyssal aura in Sword City back then, Evela said they were also attacked by the Abyss.

Sadness flashed in Takxis's eyes, speaking in a solemn tone: "This is the Inner City District, ahead is the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground, come with me."

Leaving the street, Rod soon saw hordes of Living Corpses, wandering aimlessly on the shattered street, ignoring Rod and Takxis.

Judging by their attire, they were residents of Saint Reel.

Takxis walked expressionlessly through the crowd of Living Corpses, no monster paid attention to him, just like a breeze passing through.

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