Chapter 1402: The Peril of the Holy Disciples

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

All three Holy Disciples knew what it entailed for all of the Divine Disc League Holy Worshippers to die at the same time.

Things had developed to the worst possible state!

“We’ve most likely had our covers blown as well!” Cassidy’s brows furrowed as she spoke with a grave expression.

“The only cause for consolation is that only we know the identities of all of the Holy Worshippers. The Holy Worshippers do not know each other’s identities. Hence, the damage should only be isolated to the Divine Disc League for now. I’ve already sent out special signals to all of the Holy Worshippers asking them to hide…” Tobias spoke in a calm voice.

“But the Holy Worshippers know who we are…” Merlin was getting quite nervous. “We’ve most likely already had our covers blown. Let’s escape from the Dark Marshlands!”

Cassidy heaved a forlorn sigh. “It’s too late. How long do you think it will take for the Dao Integration Stage super mighty figures to get here? The emperors would probably be waiting for us before we even get out of this Blood Tribe holy land.”

“What do we do then?” Merlin already had cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

Their positions within the Blood Tribe could even rival that of the emperors. However, if solid evidence labeling them as traitors were to be discovered, the Dao Integration Stage emperors would still have the power to deliver judgment upon them.

“Our first option is to commit suicide right now, the type where we destroy even our souls, so the emperors wouldn’t be able to derive any information from us,” Cassidy replied.

Tobias and Merlin’s lips twitched upon hearing this. They were prepared to give up everything they had for the Holy Leader, but it seemed a little irresponsible to just commit suicide so easily.

“However, the Holy Blood Cult will be without its leaders, which would be quite a heavy blow…

“Our second option is to hide here in this Blood Tribe holy land. No one can enter this place unless they are Holy Disciples chosen by the Blood Patriarch, so we can just stay here and wait for the Holy Leader to save us…”

Cassidy tucked a strand of her luscious, golden hair behind her ear and looked up into the sky as she spoke.

“But how is the Holy Leader going to be able to come in and save us?” Merlin was still quite concerned.

“The Holy Leader’s power is immeasurable and unimaginable to us! What makes you think the Holy Leader can’t access this place?!” Cassidy harrumphed coldly.

Merlin: “…”

The three of them looked at each other and came to a tacit understanding.

“I still want to taste more of the Holy Leader’s blood.”

“I’m unwilling to just die like this before I witness the glorious rise of the Holy Blood Cult!”

“The Holy Leader will save us for sure!”

Thus, all three of them came to a unanimous decision to go with the second course of action.

Boom!

A peculiar ripple suddenly appeared over heaven and earth.

Cassidy’s expression shifted drastically. “Crap! Another living being has just come in here!”

“It’s Emperor An Mang…” Merlin drew a sharp intake of breath.

Emperor An Mang was the last Holy Disciple before them, so he naturally had the right to enter the Blood Tribe holy land as well!

“Hurry up and run!”

“Right! We have to find a place to hide!”

…

In the Kingdom of the Nine States.

At the Four Nine Immortal Sect.

Within a room with a light, fragrant aroma.

Liu Qianhuan’s features were extremely flushed, and her bright, purple eyes were burning with concentration as she parted her cherry lips. “An Lin, come… come quickly…”

“Alright, I’m coming…” An Lin’s breathing accelerated, and he swallowed involuntarily, seemingly extremely nervous.

Liu Qianhuan’s lips parted even further as she panted with a hint of vexation. “What are you doing? Go faster and harder!”

“I can’t just use up all my energy in one go.” An Lin was quickly moving his fingers.

“Hmm… I can’t hold on any longer…” Liu Qianhuan’s purple eyes were a little glazed over.

“I’m already doing my best!” Sweat was pouring down An Lin’s forehead from exertion.

“Ah… I’m at my limit…” Liu Qianhuan’s body tensed up as she let loose a tender cry.

Bam!

An explosion sound effect erupted.

A large, red symbol of failure appeared on the screen.

An Lin and Liu Qianhuan were dripping with sweat, and both of them fell into an extended period of silence as they looked at the failure symbol on their phone screens.

“I once stood at the pinnacle of League of Legends, but now, I can’t even defeat an AI…” An Lin heaved a forlorn sigh as he looked at his 0-15 record.

“Waah… I couldn’t even beat this AI with my modified young sorceress. This AI is like a hack!” Tears were shimmering in Liu Qianhuan’s eyes, and she pouted with displeasure as she looked at her own 0-20 record…

On the contrary, Bai Ling was elated. “This is the AI I created with peerless calculation abilities as well as personality and psychological analysis skills. I can identify an opponent’s weakness within ten-thousandth of a second and devise the best course of action in response. How about it? Do you give up now?”

Liu Qianhuan had been beaten to the brink of tears, but she was still unwilling to yield. “Again! I must redeem my young sorceress!”

“Sword Immortal An Lin concedes to no one, regardless of whether it’s in real life or in a game!” An Lin was also unwilling to yield.

However, before they even had a chance to initiate a new battle.

The voice transmission talisman in his storage ring suddenly began to glow.

“Hmm? That’s rare. It’s a voice transmission from the Department Head of the Dark Marshlands executive department, Jin Hu.” An Lin was a little confused, but he still accepted the voice transmission.

Department Head Jin Hu would not be contacting him in person unless there was something very important that needed to be brought to his attention.

“Sect Leader An Lin, bad news!”

Jin Hu’s rough, urgent voice immediately sounded from the other side after the voice transmission was connected.

“What happened?” An Lin’s brows furrowed.

“We’ve received news from our Blood Tribe scouts that the top-rate Blood Tribe power, the Divine Disc League, has suddenly been destroyed not long ago!” Jin Hu replied.

“The Divine Disc League?” An Lin’s heart jolted. “What happened?”

If he remembered correctly, one of his slaves, Tobias, was the grand elder of the Divine Disc League.

Jin Hu explained in a grave voice, “Apparently, Empress Helen was responsible for this. They are most likely aware of something… We’ve also received word from spies in the core region of the Dark Marshlands that the three Holy Disciples are currently still situated within the Blood Tribe holy land and that Emperor An Mang was also last seen heading there in person…”

An Lin abruptly stood up from his chair.

“Sect Leader An Lin, please remain calm! The core region of the Dark Marshlands is an extremely perilous place with a formation left behind by the Blood Patriarch. Even the Celestial Thearch himself doesn’t dare to venture into its depths!” Jin Hu cautioned in an urgent voice, as if he was afraid that An Lin would make some sort of impulsive decision.

“There’s no time. They’re being placed in more and more danger even as we speak.”

An Lin made his way out of the room with a resolute expression.

“You need to calm down! They’re only your slaves, whereas you’re the hope of the entire Kingdom of the Nine States! Please don’t do anything rash. I’ve already contacted the Celestial Thearch, and he will personally decide on a course of action.” Jin Hu was struck by a sense of foreboding.

“Slaves? Even if they’re just my slaves, I can’t sit around when they’re in danger!”

An Lin cut off the voice transmission before looking back at Bai Ling and Liu Qianhuan. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Look after yourself.” Liu Qianhuan put down her phone.

A smile appeared on Bai Ling’s face. “Take my number one Purple Star Rocket. We’ve already determined the coordinates, so going there in my rocket will be faster than spatial travel.”

An Lin hesitated momentarily before nodding. “Alright!”