Origin Paradise!

The brutal battle, unimaginable to the fortress's inhabitants, lasted all day. The casualties here were not reported on television or radio. Even the supply of the Arctic Legion's provisions was handled by the Golden Monarch alone. A significant number of mages believed that there was no need to defend an enclave so far from the fortress.

To date, large areas and old cities between the Great Wall of Arctic Cold and the Tokyo Fortress have not been recovered.

A day and night of fierce fighting.

The werewolves gradually retreated.

At the mountain peak, the Black Wolf King looked somber and pitying.

The resources in the frigid lands are insufficient to support the reproductive capacity of werewolves, so the need to reduce the population several times a year is an inevitable choice forced by the environment. Therefore, there is no need to treat those werewolves howling under the wall.

Suddenly, the Black Wolf King saw a black figure carrying a heavily wounded werewolf back.

"They actually had the courage to bring back relatives and friends from the same tribe."

But after leaving the battlefield, Black Wolf turned back and returned to the city wall, going back and forth dozens of times without getting tired of it.

Gradually, the Black Wolf King's expression changed; the other party had not only healed his relatives and friends, but all his fellow clansmen.

"To think... there is such a righteous person."

"Quickly, bring him to see me!"

On the battlefield, Old Black carried several werewolves away from the fighting area. He himself was just an ordinary pureblood, so the Golden Monarch didn't need to target him. As for the other peak Golden Monarchs, facing several epic spells and epic sets, the outcome was still uncertain. In short, he was theoretically safe.

"Second brother, I need to find the coordinates of the end, so that the pressure won't fall on the eldest brother and I won't be able to stay with you."

Wuhe, who had been hovering nearby, quietly took his leave. Old Master Hei was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to see the wounded wailing and dying. He could understand this, even though he thought such treatment was quite meaningless.

"I'll try my luck working under a few wolf kings and see if I can recruit a high-level fighter," Old Black said, panting.

Suddenly, a figure came running.

Old Black and Wuhe exchanged a glance. At the peak of the Gold rank, the two of them together might be able to kill him.

"Righteous man, come with me quickly!"

……

Tokyo Fortress, Shibuya Ward.

The night was deep, and the neon lights were dazzling.

Crowds and vehicles flowed by, and a dozen people were taking pictures around a military flying vehicle on the street. This vehicle, which combines magic and technology, is extremely suitable for the harsh environment of the wilderness.

According to current trends, anything related to the wilderness is considered fashionable, and there are countless films like "The Failure of Exploration: The Desolate Ones".

"May I take a photo with you?"

"5 Fortress Coins".

"One hundred copies!?"

"No."

"That's fine."

Not far from the military flying vehicle, three girls dressed in JK uniforms gathered around someone. Jiang He cooperated by raising a peace sign, her face expressionless.

Click!

The girl in the lead held her phone in both hands, chuckled a few times while looking at the photos, and was about to introduce herself when she looked up and found that the other person had already turned around.

Jiang He put the 5 Fortress Coins he got from selling his body into the vending machine. With a bang, a can of beer rolled out. He casually took it out and drank it all in one gulp.

"Senior, you have a drinking problem."

"I drink it every day, and I don't feel any difference."

At the mall entrance, Mirai Kamishiro walked briskly, carrying an exquisite wooden box in her hand. Her slender arms were surprisingly strong, though her face still bore a trace of paleness. She had fallen from the top of the Taiko Building, and if Tsukuyomi hadn't used a secret technique, she might have ended up as a bloody mess.

"I'd rather the senior was drunk when he was so brutal."

Mirai Kamishiro couldn't help but complain for a moment, then continued, "This is a handmade uniform made by a magician tailor. You need to report to the Magic Academy tomorrow morning. The mass awakening ceremony is in three days. This kind of ceremony is extremely expensive and is only controlled by the principal. If you miss it, you'll probably have to wait until next year."

Ever since Mirai Kamishiro appeared, the three energetic high school girls have consciously lowered their heads and walked away.

"Thank you."

Jiang He took the wooden box. Whether or not he kicked the other person off the roof was a different matter from saying thank you, and it didn't conflict with his opinion.

As for the magic high school, he still has to go; he already has a basic design for his own great magic.

Chapter 507 Nine Nights

Late at night, Chiyoda District.

Military flying vehicles drove into Nine Nights Manor.

In the passenger seat, Jiang He surveyed the manor buildings before her.

With its off-white exterior walls and dark roof, the symmetrical layout is relatively neat. The front features large glass windows and an exquisite porch. The front courtyard is cleverly designed, adorned with greenery and water features. At first glance, this manor villa may have hundreds of rooms.

The military vehicle stopped in front of the villa.

The two got out of the car, and a waiter came and drove it away.

"Welcome home, Miss."

Upon reaching the door, the maids on both sides greeted them in unison before getting to work. Thirty-six young maids, including those for changing clothes, dusting, guiding, and serving shoes, each performed their duties without disturbing one another, with each having a very precise division of labor.

Mirai Kamishiro's face was tense as she casually raised her arms. The changing maid appeared behind her like a ghost, gently removed her coat, and then quietly disappeared.

"The evil Han Chinese..."

Mirai Kamishiro muttered to herself that the present world of Eizou is ruled by Takamagahara and the Huazu, with gods and humans governing separately. The so-called Huazu refers to the old nobles, and as the reincarnation of Tsukuyomi, before she appeared in the world, she was also an activist who "hated" the existence of the Huazu.

"Senior, you seem to be used to it."

Mirai Kamishiro quietly glanced sideways.

"Hmm," Jiang He replied dismissively, without much interest.

In the world of ancient martial arts, the number of palace maids in the Eastern Qian Imperial City was roughly 20,000. This was after some were lost due to war. At its peak, it even exceeded 40,000. Theoretically, the duty of these palace maids was to serve the emperor. Of course, he didn't need much of it and wasn't very interested in pomp and circumstance.

The two entered the villa, where the old butler was standing beside an elderly man in a wheelchair in front of the fireplace, which glowed with orange-red light. The man was extremely burly, like a reclining lion.

Jiang He glanced sideways. Both of them were at the peak of the Gold level, which meant they were tactical-level mages. However, the latter's condition was clearly not right. His withered vitality did not match his outward appearance, and he could even be described as outwardly strong but inwardly weak.

“Grandfather,” Mirai Kamishiro greeted him with a bow.

She maintained the necessary respect towards the two remaining high-level combatants of the Jiuye family.

"I've received the news." The elderly man in the wheelchair turned around, revealing a dignified face, and said solemnly:

"The Coffin Prince's strength is evident to all."

“Your choice is very accurate. Don’t worry about the franchise. The power of the Nine Clans is meant to be used. After all, it won’t last forever. Even if it’s uncertain whether it can be controlled, a tactical-level existence can alleviate Jiu Ye’s immediate crisis.”

"Entrusting the task to you has not disappointed me."

Upon receiving the praise, Mirai Kamishiro's tense little face broke into a smile, and a strand of hair that had been pressed down suddenly stood up.

The youthful energy and sweetness softened the tone of the elderly man in the wheelchair, who spoke gently:

"So, you two should have intercourse."

Jiang He frowned inwardly. He didn't quite understand the word "媾" after it was translated by the language module.

Mirai Kamishiro's face turned red, but more than that, she was in disbelief, and even a little frightened.

What are you saying?!

You should understand what I mean.

The old man in the wheelchair suddenly looked ferocious and said, "We cannot miss any opportunity to revitalize the Jiuye family. You are the next head of the Jiuye family, and you must share the same ideals as me."

“The Coffin Prince is not a magician, but he has a physique at the pinnacle of tactical level. Inheriting this power and engraving such excellent genes into Jiuye’s bloodline is an obligation you must undertake.”

Jiang He's brows relaxed, indicating that he understood, but having offspring was absolutely out of the question.

Based on the effects of the Vicious Blood, the bloodline in the realm of mystery means a huge flaw to some extent. If this flaw is allowed to appear, the Silver King might as well just end his own life. After all, with a long lifespan, the significance of bloodline inheritance is almost non-existent, and the reward is not proportional to the effort.

The wheelchair-bound old man roared angrily, "Now, immediately, right now! I want to personally inspect and supervise this. The coffin prince's carbon-based syringe must be inserted directly into your breeding bag. There can be no accidents. If you can endure ten months, Jiuye will be reborn!"

"Sir, please have some water first."

The old butler aptly handed over a cup of tea.

The elderly man in the wheelchair gulped down the tea, and just as he was about to continue shouting, he suddenly fainted.

The old butler looked apologetically at someone: "I'm sorry, Your Highness, due to some unforeseen circumstances, the master's mental state has been somewhat unstable lately, and he needs to rest occasionally."

"Unstable mental state" is a euphemism; in layman's terms, it's roughly equivalent to intermittent bipolar disorder. Since the beings in this world lack the Golden Will, their resistance in related areas is inevitably insufficient.

The old housekeeper pushed the elderly man in a wheelchair back to his room to rest.

Kamishiro Mirai glanced at someone with embarrassment and whispered, "Six months ago, the Dark Ancestor launched a chaotic surprise attack inside the fortress. The entire Dark Order was mobilized. The Kuya family, due to their rotation of defenses, was the first to be hit, and three tactical-level mages perished."

"The headmaster of the Magic Department—the Silver Monarch and the Blue Monarch joined forces to severely injure the True Ancestor of Darkness, whose whereabouts are still unknown. As for the Kanagawa Recapture Campaign, it was originally intended as a retaliatory operation."

“The nine clans of Taiko conduct qualification assessments every year, and the number of outstanding magicians is one of the main criteria. Given the current situation, the Kuya family will be replaced by the Jumonji family in nine months.”

Kamishiro Mirai said helplessly, "Grandfather was just anxious and that's why he was talking nonsense. I hope you won't mind. If you need anything, I can introduce you to some noble ladies from the Nine Clans. As for maids, I hope you will be lenient."

Jiang He's expression was somewhat strange, perhaps because the fortress was named Tokyo. It seemed that in the girl's eyes, he should be eager to make a big splash as soon as he arrived.

"What gave you the illusion that people have to be so insatiable?"

Mirai Kamishiro pondered for a moment, then tapped her chin with her slender finger and answered uncertainly, "For you, it's normal to think of the sex industry when you mention Yingzhou, right? When you see a girl my age, don't you think of offering her help?"

"Terms like 'investigator,' 'supervisor,' 'disciplinary committee member,' 'widow,' and 'student guidance office'—don't they all sound a bit greasy, like sweat, liquids, and suggestive language?"

Jiang He slightly increased the distance; this guy didn't seem to be a normal person either.

"Arrange a place for me to stay."

"Ah." Mirai Kamishiro immediately bowed and apologized, "I'm sorry, senpai, I got too absorbed in thinking."

The night was dark.

Mirai Kamishiro allocated the largest guest room, and after half a year of management, she basically gained control of all the power of the Kuya family except for the direct guards, including but not limited to the Kuya Group, which was responsible for powering most of the fortress area. The wealth contained therein was unimaginable.

However, the fact that the Nine Nights Group can take on such a huge number of functions is closely related to the privileges of the Nine Clans. Once it loses its qualifications, the power vacuum that will be left will be quickly filled by a new family.

Inside the guest room, candles fueled by the oil of angry beasts burned quietly, emitting a soothing sandalwood fragrance.

As moonlight streamed down, Jiang He lay on a recliner on the balcony, continuing to comprehend the Sacred Martial Codex in his hands. The second layer of martial runes had already covered his arms.

Dragon Spear Technique: Soul Severing Chant has been upgraded to Epic level. This move is based on the Dragon Spear's Dragon Soul Execution and is suitable for finishing off enemies in battle. However, concentrating the power of the execution to damage the enemy's soul is very effective, but it requires exceptional skill.

Before I knew it, dawn broke.

Bang!

As the Holy Martial Ceremony concluded, Jiang He retrieved it into his personal imperial city.

If someone accidentally finds the Great Scripture and has the aptitude for cultivation, then growing up to become an ordinary hero shouldn't be a problem. If their talent is exceptional and not inferior to that of Salt Lord or Dragon City, the Great Scripture of Holy Martial Arts also has the potential to nurture a powerful figure of the era.

"Joint missions, main missions, special missions."

Jiang He closed her eyes to rest. The main quest was to become a magician, which was quite simple. She could just wait for the group awakening ceremony in three days. The special quest required her to destroy the coordinates of the end. The rabble had already begun searching for them, and all they knew so far was that they weren't in the hands of the Red Monarch.

Of the three missions, the most challenging is the joint mission, which requires hunting two sub-heroes.

"Since the Dark Ancestor suffered a severe injury, let's count him in."

"The Red Monarch's origins are sealed; there is no reason to let him go."

"In addition, to become a candidate for Wrath, all seven monarchs must fall and abdicate, and all seven swords of Damocles must be gathered."

Jiang He pondered to himself. His current strength was still a bit lacking. The sub-hero still possessed the body and energy of a hero, with a 50% overall improvement and total damage immunity. If he were at his normal peak, let alone trying to kill him, he wouldn't even be able to think about injuring him.

"Dragon Lance Technique needs to be fully upgraded to Epic level to make up for its regular damage output. This means that I need to stay and watch the Holy Martial Arts Ceremony for a while. It wouldn't be appropriate to delay any longer."

In fact, with just about a month of rest, he could fully digest the martial arts accumulation he gained from the Eternal Dark World. Not to mention epic and immortal techniques, just the tens of thousands of supreme techniques alone, any one of them would be of a higher grade than the martial arts of the Ancient Martial World.

At that time, it will be almost certain that the Overlord Martial Saint Body will be promoted to Immortality.

However, he doesn't like to linger. So far, he has never stayed on any world mission until the mission deadline, including the last daily mission. If there were no hidden interference with the progress, a seven-day vacation wouldn't have been a problem. Half of the players and participants died, mainly because the strange creatures in the right tower were all expelled.

"In addition, we also need to start collecting the ten bloodlines required for advancement in the Era of Sinful Arts."

In the era of sinful arts, Jiang He focused on hunting speed-type creatures, as this was related to the multiplier when skills were upgraded.

A drop of crystal-clear princely blood immediately seeped out; vampires are inherently skilled in speed and beauty.