Sacred Souls: Genesis-Chapter 135 - 134 ’Infighting (3rd Update! Please subscribe! Request monthly tickets!)

Chapter 135: Chapter 134 ‘Infighting’ (3rd Update! Please subscribe! Request monthly tickets!)

“Stalwart Stronghold Seed,

rare quality,

Building Tool.

Description: A seed far sturdier than ordinary stronghold seeds, from an ancient tree.

Effects: Strongholds built from this seed gain +20% health, +20% land expansion speed, +20% crop growth speed, +1 base level, and +300 square meters of base area.”

Mo Shigui glanced at the rewards of the rare stronghold seed while directing the battle, but expansions and growth rates weren’t what he really cared about.

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What truly mattered to him was the increase in base area!

A normal stronghold seed at level one starts with a mere fifty square meters.

What could you build with fifty square meters? A coffin shop?

Anyone with clear sight could see that normal stronghold seeds were meant for solo players or those creating strongholds just for the experience with friends and family.

A real major guild that wanted to own a stronghold or even a named town on Biland Island had to seize this Stalwart Stronghold Seed.

The initial size of 350 square meters wasn’t substantial, merely barely enough to start their expansion offensive and the third phase of the main mission.

Mo Shigui had completed the life-threatening main quest, fully healing his Fureya, but the third phase of the main quest required a player to establish a stronghold on Biland Island to unlock.

“Guild Master, do we really want all of them?” Blackpot Stew asked, following closely behind his guild master. At that moment, Mo Shigui was issuing commands to the entire team via voice.

“That depends if you can find the monsters, but take as much as you possibly can.”

Mo Shigui glanced at the temporary contribution leaderboard for the battlefield mission, with Can Xin from the Abyss Temple ranking first.

As an Elemental Mage, this type of map was a natural playground for him, while the second place was their guild’s Blackpot Stew.

For this leaderboard, ranking wasn’t about being highest but about being in the top twenty.

Thus, the goal of the major guilds was to get as many of their members as possible into the top twenty of the leaderboard.

But that was easier said than done because the battlefield was simply too chaotic.

Tens of thousands of monsters were not a big deal for these max-level players.

The initial stronghold was built on the periphery of Biland Island. The monsters in this newbie area topped out at level 45 elites, though the sole level 50 lord turtle dragon was left for the players to deal with last.

This resulted in the leaderboard including not just members of the major guilds but also several solo players and… player killing for monsters.

Mo Shigui was organizing a squad to hunt a level 47 elite swift dragon when a blue icy mist suddenly arose from the ground.

“Someone’s PKing! It’s the Extreme Ice Banquet!”

Mo Shigui judged in less than 0.5 seconds, and a mass of ice pillars instantly shot up from the ground, freezing the area right beneath his feet.

The punishment for PKing in Spirit Sanctuary was severe. If a player with a red name was killed, they could drop their equipment, so everyone restrained themselves during this battlefield mission, but some people didn’t care.

Like Can Xin, the guild master of the Abyss Temple.

The Extreme Ice Banquet didn’t kill anyone from the Dancing Nuclear Guild immediately, and it didn’t greatly affect Mo Shigui—consider it a warning that Can Xin was coming to bother them.

“Guild Master, I’ll take him down,” said Blackpot Stew.

Now second on the contribution list, Blackpot Stew wouldn’t fall out of the top twenty anytime soon, and Can Xin was in the same situation, so he had come alone to cause trouble.

“Go,” Mo Shigui briefly commanded before continuing to focus on the swift dragon in his hands.

Blackpot Stew leaped into the air, fired several shots behind him, and, using the recoil from the gun’s muzzle to fly out scientifically and land in front of Can Xin.

This was one of the unscientific physical engines of Spirit Sanctuary.

But most gunner players had mastered this unscientific technique and found it quite useful.

“We haven’t fought in a few years, have we?” Can Xin unloaded all the bullets from his revolver, and then reloaded six bullets into the chamber.

“Four years, why not make a bet this time?”

Flames of light burst forth from Can Xin’s hand once again, and he was ‘old friends’ with the elders of the Dancing Nuclear Guild.

“How about a hotpot? If I win, you treat me to hotpot in Shang City next time,” Can Xin suggested.

“Damn! What’s so good about the hotpot in Shang City? Next time you come to Mountain City, I’ll treat you.”

The home ground of the Abyss Temple Guild was Mountain City, and Can Xin also hailed from there.

“Fine, but it has to be the most expensive one,” he said as he aimed his revolver at Can Xin.

“You haven’t won yet, be careful not to get instantly knocked out by me.”

The moment Can Xin’s words finished, fiery flames erupted completely from his hand.

At that moment, an energy-formed transparent eagle circled overhead, originating from the Magic Thief organization.

Since Jiang Qiao logged onto Biland Island, the Magic Thieves had been monitoring the development of the initial base. The terrifying aura of the Lion Heart Knight and Queen Mei caused Denghis Xisi, the leader of the Magic Thieves, to abandon the idea of annihilating the base in one stroke.

But this did not mean that Denghis Xisi was willing to accept these strangers running amok on Biland Island. Not just the Lion Heart Knight and Queen Mei, but also the strange powers controlled by these holy beings, posed an extraordinary challenge for Denghis Xisi.

Yet now, Denghis Xisi saw a glimmer of hope.

“They’ve started fighting,” whispered the chief apprentice of the Magic Thief under Denghis Xisi’s command.

“Why are they suddenly fighting? Aren’t these freaks who landed on Biland Island together?” another voice spoke out.

Although the players had varying styles of dress, in an era dominated by fashion and headwear, six out of ten players wore various headgears, with one even sporting pixelated glasses.

So in the eyes of these Magic Thieves, it was very appropriate to describe them as freaks, and they seemed to be members of the same organization.

“Perhaps it’s just a spar?” Denghis Xisi couldn’t understand why these people would fight each other; he guessed it might just be a friendly sparring session like his apprentices who strengthened their combat abilities through peaceful contests.

“Master! That kind of magic power wave doesn’t look like a spar at all!” his chief apprentice insisted.

By then, Can Xin had already unleashed a Jack’s Descent, sending a huge meteorite crashing down from the sky into the forest, blasting many trees into debris, and igniting fierce flames on the ground.

Simultaneously, the sound of Can Xin’s mad laughter accompanied it.

The spectating Magic Thieves witnessed this scene and metaphorically wiped the non-existent sweat from their foreheads, knowing that a direct hit from that meteorite, although not fatal, would definitely be extremely painful.

“You can easily withstand such impacts after receiving the power of the island,” Denghis Xisi taught his apprentices, who had gained powerful abilities but lacked the mentality to match those powers.

“But master… they are clearly in a death fight,” the apprentice spoke again.

After unleashing Jack’s Descent, Can Xin hadn’t finished yet; he gathered a massive amount of magic power and threw an Annihilation Black Hole. Just as Can Xin, who had been blasted into the sky by Jack’s Descent, didn’t have a chance to escape, he was caught by the range of Annihilation Black Hole.

“I know, did you see the insignia on their clothing?” Denghis Xisi said.

“You mean the multiple rings, and another one that looks like a demon?”

The apprentices saw the unique insignias on the clothes of Can Xin and the other, which were the club insignias of the Dancing Nuclear Guild and the Abyss Temple Guild.

“They might not be from the same organization; I previously captured the organization name that the mage belongs to,” Denghis Xisi pondered for a while and then spoke the fearsome name, “Abyss Temple.”

“The Abyss…”

“Has the Abyss’s power also spread here?”

Many apprentices knew about the horrors of the Abyss, which seemed to align well with the image of Can Xin laughing maniacally while casting magic.

“This is an opportunity; these people are not so united internally. They are hostile to each other; we can pull some of them to our side,” Denghis Xisi said, watching Can Xin, enraged and embarrassed, chasing after Black Pot Cooking Meat, who was shooting wildly while his skills were on cooldown.

Black Pot Cooking Meat was pinning Can Xin to the ground, pressing his revolver against Can Xin’s head, and pulling the trigger constantly. In the view of the Magic Thieves, this was also an unbearably bloody scene.

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