Chapter 412: Part 3

“I didn’t see that many options last time…” Lin Sheng looked at the holy power requirement figures down below, dreading.

Perhaps there was not enough holy power last time. The last few options did not show up on the menu. Now when the Holy Power Font was full, they popped up automatically.

Lin Sheng thought for a moment and uttered in a low voice. “Requesting Holy Power Font.”

A line of Ancient Rehn text appeared on the right bottom of his field of vision.

“Holy Power Font: 100,000 (full)”

“Hurrah! Let’s use it!” His eyes darted between the six options and locked on to the Great Holy Power Font.

“Confirm to select the Great Holy Power Font,” he uttered.

“Confirmation complete. Selection is successful. Upgrade of the Great Holy Power Font is in progress. Holy power used: 20,000. Upgrading in 15 hours,” the gentle female voice said.

“Confirm to select upgrade to Energy Suppression.”

“Confirmation complete. Selection is successful. Upgrading to Energy Suppression. Holy power used: 5,000. Upgrading in 15 hours.”

“No change in the holy power requirement for Energy Suppression?” Lin Sheng looked at the tree map, where it showed the cost of upgrading was still 5,000. But after the upgrade, the suppressible level had become two standard levels.

“Let’s get it rolling!” Since money was not an issue right now.

The cost-to-performance ratio of the Energy Suppression skill was exceptional, no other divine skills came near.

“I wonder if the sanctum’s intelligence can change the hierarchy standard. It would be more convenient if it could change into the real world’s hierarchy.” Lin Sheng thought to himself.

“Request to change standard hierarchy reference system,” he uttered.

“Request received. Please adjust the naming.” The female voice told him.

The tree map shrank and moved to one side, leaving room for another window. The new window showed the power hierarchy used in Blackfeather City, which was from Level 1 up to level 18. He looked at the hierarchy, falling in deep thought.

“If Level 3 corresponds to a One-winger just stepping into transcendence, then every two level-ups should be equal to a One Wing increase.

“That means Level 5 will work out to be Two Wings, Level 7 will be Three Wings, Level 9 will be Oppressor-class, Level 11 will be Five Wings, and Level 13 will be Six Wings.

“Each level is derived from the number of Wings times two plus one. But then, is Level 15 equal to Palatinate? I haven’t met any Level 15 fellow. I can’t tell.

“What’s more, this is only an estimation. Last time, the Level 11 Steel Lord and the Six-winger were evenly matched. In combat, there are many factors in play.

“Getting the low and medium blood unified first is more important.”

Lin Sheng swung into action, starting to modify the diagram in his mind.

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He classified everything below Level 3 as Zero Wing, which he divided into Regular, Elite, and Apex.

From Level 3 up, it was One Wing, Two Wings, Three Wings, Four Wings, Five Wings, and Six Wings. Lin Sheng marked Level 15 after Six Wings as tentative.

“I can’t believe there is the top Level 18. I wonder how it looked like during the peak of Blackfeather City.” An eagerness rose within Lin Sheng. He had already sensed that, since the strength ceiling of the Darksiders was not high, the hierarchy scheme was not as detailed as that of Blackfeather City.

“According to the memory fragments I have absorbed, Blackfeather City calls elites of Level 15 to 18 the Legend. Just which one—the Legend, or the Palatinate—is more powerful?” he thought to himself.

When he finally completed changes to the hierarchy, he checked the Holy Power Font. It now had a balance of 75,000. Just as well he upgraded the Energy Suppression skill to the max, which was Level 3.

Level 3 Energy Suppression could suppress non-holy power cultivators, kicking them a Wing lower on the hierarchy. In other words, a non-holy power One-winger, who came into the force field of the Sanctum, would become an ordinary mortal.

“Still a balance of 65,000. What else can I upgrade?” Lin Sheng’s eyes were darting between the Twilight Tower and the Twilight Pool. “The Willpower Sanctum’s Ethereal Wisp is of Three-Wings strength. There is no lack of Three-wingers in Henricqal now. And under the force field’s influence, the Three-wingers here will perform like Oppressor-class Four-wingers, their mid-range strength aplenty.”

Lin Sheng was thinking, “What I need now are anti-surveillance and anti-hot weapon skills. The Blacktide isn’t my only enemy. There are other dark-spirit groups too.”

With this in mind and looking at the six options, Lin Sheng had figured out what he needed: the Twilight Tower. He selected it at once.

“Confirm to select the Twilight Tower.”

“Confirmation complete. Selection successful. The Twilight Tower will build itself at a location of our choice. Holy power used: 20,000. Upgrading in 15 hours,” the female voice told him.

Lin Sheng spent 60,000 units of holy power to upgrade the Twilight Tower to Level 3 and set the location of installation beside the Sanctum.

That done, there was 10,000-unit holy power left in the Holy Power Font. He reviewed his selections. The three things—Energy Suppression, the Great Holy Power Font, and the Twilight Tower—were what Henricqal needed now.

“I wonder what Level 3 Energy Suppression and Twilight Tower could do.” Lin Sheng was filled with anticipation, feeling good after splashing 90,000-unit holy power at once. He had 15 hours to kill, and he would go home to get a good sleep and meditate. By then, the upgrading should be complete.

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Shermanton, Xylond.

When the sky turned bright, outside the holy light defense of Shermanton, a silver vehicle drifted at high speed and ground to a halt on a deserted highway, blocking the entire lanes.

Coming from behind, a vehicle that looked like a tank slowed down. As the door swung open, Second Lock, Second Seat Aelfe Shafrayne got out of the vehicle. He was wearing a silver neat suit, beautiful white gloves and a few silver metal chains hanging on his chest.

An old lady got out and quickly came up, saying in a low voice, “Grandfather, we have arranged strike teams—”

“It won’t be necessary.” Aelfe cut her off. “I’m going in alone. He took off his gloves and threw them to the old lady. “Get the breakfast tea ready. I will be back before you know it.”

“But we have not activated the near-field teleportation instrument…” The old lady looked as if in a predicament. “For safety’s sake, could you please wait a while—”

“With my ability, do you think I need to worry about a small city?” Aelfe frowned. A powerful depressive force field rose from his body. The old lady looked with bated breath and said nothing more.

“It doesn’t matter even if there are still Palatinates left in the Sanctum. I will make sure they understand that there is still an unbridgeable gap between Palatinates.”

Aelfe was the man who used to fight two Palatinates from the three mysterious realms and won it. Let alone it was just a small sanctum. There would be only one outcome when he marched in, which is a massacre.