Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

The night was deep, and blue starlight fell to the ground.

Reto, the old man who used spatial power among the upper realm trio, spilled blood on the ground.

The phoenix flames burned his body, and a ferocious wound almost cut him in half. The magical spatial superpower forcefully glued his body that had almost been cut into two, but the previous battle and current healing had almost exhausted his strength, causing him to be exhausted.

Reto lay on the ground with an unwilling expression.

"How… how is that possible…"

The flames fell to the ground, and the two phoenix wings stretched back gorgeously. The light chased away the darkness. Phoenix King Marge held the Immortal King Halberd and slowly walked toward him.

"How did you know…"

As Reto gathered his strength, he asked. Half of it was delayed, and the other half was real unwillingness.

The spatial superpower was almost the most shameless ability, especially since he had been immersed in this path for nearly a hundred years and had once watched and analyzed the great creation that devoured and twisted everything from afar. He could comprehend and verify the laws from it and almost break through space at will and transmigrate wantonly. Such an ability was the best divine skill to kite the opponent. No matter how fast the enemy was, he could not do anything. Even if he was ambushed, he could not lose.

He had once thought so.

Even if the Phoenix King's speed was world-renowned, it was not fast enough to capture spatial teleportation.

However, just now, the other party had actually accurately determined his landing point and made a directional maneuver first. When he folded space and escaped, he rushed up and swung his halberd.

After entangling for half a night, he finally fell into the hands of this elf.

However, he was unwilling.

"How did I know?"

Marge fought him for half the night and cursed as she fought. Her mouth slowly became nimble. The price was that not only did Reto have to fight a powerful enemy bitterly, but he also had to endure an extremely foul mouth.

The Phoenix King said, "Probability statistics, human behavior, human psychology, simple geometry—you definitely don't understand. Knowledge is strength."

—Who can understand this?

Reto even wanted to return the other party's words.

"However… after hundreds of years, you've indeed improved greatly. Or rather…" The Phoenix King stopped and her voice contained a trace of pain, "I've been sealed… for too long."

After saying that, she spat out a mouthful of blood and splashed it on the ground, causing a ball of flames.

Her body swayed.

She panted a few times and sneered, "It's very ironic. If the three of you join forces, I definitely won't be able to survive. Even if you counterattacked before you died, you can make me suffer sufficiently heavy injuries. Unfortunately, your two companions are too stupid and timid, so much so that they fled. Even if they have some thoughts and hide in the distance to watch the outcome of the battle, they can still come and take advantage now…"

With that, she spat out two more mouthfuls of blood. She looked extremely weak and was clearly heavily injured.

When Reto heard this, he was angry and frustrated. Those two b*stards were actually frightened by an elf who had just escaped. What a huge humiliation! They did not know how injured she was…

At this moment, the Phoenix King staggered a few steps and almost lost her footing. She panted heavily, "D*mn, I consumed too much strength…"

—D*mn it, it doesn't look like she's any better than me. Hurry up and move. If I accumulate a little more strength, should I immediately escape or use a dimensional crack…

The Phoenix King's body supported herself on the Immortal King Halberd. For a moment, she did not even have the strength to speak.

Reto suppressed his injuries with all his might and divided his strength to fight for that chance. He was not even in the mood to speak again. Perhaps the seal on the other party's body had not been completely removed, or perhaps after accumulating a trace of strength, he could turn the tables and take the initiative!

"…F*ck, how timid are they?"

Therefore, he heard this voice.

She was full of energy, but she sighed very much. There was a sense of regret in her sigh.

"When can I experience the joy of baiting? It's different from what that online novel said…"

He opened his eyes in surprise and saw the Phoenix King straighten up. She kicked a rock and struck his forehead, knocking him over. "Shameless dog. What are you thinking?"

Reto fell to the ground. The trace of strength he had painstakingly condensed disappeared with a bang. He rolled a few times, and a blazing halberd had already brushed past his neck and nailed him to the ground.

"…Heh."

Knowing that he would definitely not be spared in the other party's hands, Reto was relatively unyielding. He looked at the other party, or rather, at the mask on his face, and sneered, "Do it."

The Phoenix King asked, "Who are you here for this time?"

Reto closed his eyes and snorted without saying anything.

The Phoenix King pondered for a moment before saying, "If you don't tell me, I'll torture you."

Reto was unyielding and did not speak.

Marge continued, "I'll feed you a powerful medicine and cast a charm-strengthening spell. I'll lock you in the iron cage and let a few large wolf dogs in."

Reto suddenly opened his eyes and his eyebrows twitched.

"Release a few more orcs."

"Some gnomes too."

"There have to be minotaurs."

"Snakes, spiders, octopuses, hippos, elephants…"

Reto could not help but say angrily, "You're the Phoenix King, the Elven Lord, and the Emperor of Twilight. You're also a wise king of a generation in the lower realm. I didn't expect you to be so twisted and vicious. It's disgusting! Could this be the torture and fun you had during your reign? You're even more disgusting than Mephit!"

"Bullsh*t!"

The Phoenix King flew up and kicked Reto away. Then, she chased after him and pressed his head into the ground with a foot, "When I was the ruler, I kept my nose clean and acted innocently. The reason why I became like this is all your fault—at the very least, it's mainly!"

Reto's pain seeped into his bones, and he was even more carefree. He sneered, "I'm in your hands. There's nothing to say. Kill me if you want. If you want to torture me and force me to speak, I have to tell you something. After many case analyses, we've concluded that when the torture interrogation causes irreversible damage to the target, the target's resistance will reach an extreme and will be difficult to shake…"

He said in a gloomy tone, "Moreover, don't have any ideas. It's difficult for me to escape in your hands, but as a spatial ability user, it's really too easy to think of a way to end my life…"

Marge said indifferently, "Is that so?"

"Believe it or not."

Reto opened his eyes and stared at the other party, "How long can you be free after escaping? If you don't return for a long time, the higher-ups will definitely react. The disappearance of all three envoys is no longer an ordinary threat level. How many will come next? Ten? Twenty? Will anyone else come out? Will you kill all these ten or twenty envoys of the upper realm together? If you kill them all, guess how many will come?"

At this point, his tone was gloomy and terrifying, "Even if all of you escape, can you win? Hundreds of years have passed. You've wasted hundreds of years, but we had the time to train…"

"Even a small figure like me only has the chance to stay for three days every hundred years and still improve like this, let alone those lords who are already advancing towards the core—"

"Phoenix King, times have changed. Do you think we can't do anything to you after sealing you on that island and ignoring you? No, the few lords who can completely kill you are just too lazy to waste precious time on you mud crawlers… You understand, right? It's been hundreds of years."

Reto knew that he was definitely going to die, so he did not beg for mercy. However, he still had to give the enemy who was about to kill him enough shock and fear to make her hesitate, uneasy, and live in fear.

He was also sure that he could provoke fear in the other party's heart with a few words.

This was because she knew what kind of enemy she was facing.

"Oh."

However, he only received this response.

Although he could not see the other party's expression, he could still hear the calmness contained in these teasing words. It was not ignorance, nor was it unknown how powerful his opponent was.

Instead, she was still filled with hope even if she completely knew.

—But why?

"I have to say that you can be said to be on the verge of death. Your words are also milder. There's something I agree with, and that's that times have changed."

The Phoenix King said indifferently, "It doesn't matter if you're unwilling to confess. If you want to commit suicide, don't even think about it. I won't torture you, but you'll still confess what we want to know. There's someone who wants to see you very much."

Reto sensed that something was wrong from her calm tone.

"…Who?"

The Phoenix King bent down gently. The mask on his face was covered by the flames and looked a little terrifying.

Especially when it matched her words.

"Fire Thief." She smiled. "The new Fire Thief will like this gift very much."

Reto's pupils suddenly constricted.

He was even stunned for a moment.

In the next moment, this tough old man who was unafraid of death and torture revealed complete fear. He struggled violently and even screamed like a shrew, "This is impossible! You're lying to me! You must be lying to me, right?! The inheritance of the Fire Thief has been cut off! There won't be a new one!"

"Stop howling. Moreover, you might not believe me…"

There was a smile in Marge's words, "The new Fire Thief… I slept with him."

She raised her halberd and knocked Reto out. Flames curled and solidified, forming a thorn lock that trapped his body and soul.

Then, she straightened up and stretched. "There are two more, so… pfft!"

She almost spat it out.

She turned around in confusion and looked in two directions. "Why are they both dead? What's going on?"

"Also…"

A cold wind blew in the distance. Moonlight fell from the sky. The tundra was cold and life was extinct. It was desolate.

Reto was unconscious at her feet. The Phoenix King, who had chased wildly for the entire night, looked around in confusion.

"Where the f*ck is this?"

Two to three hours later, the sky was slightly bright. There was silence around Valentine. Further away, the scouts in the darkness were still moving. They either lit the beacon or set up a sentry.

In the area between Valentine and the north and the Red Maple City, on the route marked by Goethe's occupied area, huge eagles soared in the sky and patrolled the dark sky.

Suddenly, a sharp eagle cry sounded.

Then, the huge creature flapped its wings and dived toward the ground.

On the rugged foothills, her figure was still as straight as a snow mountain as she moved forward with difficulty. Cold sword energy seeped out, like ice as sharp as a knife. Her face was extremely pale, but her eyes were still sharp.

The giant eagle landed not far away and immediately cried out uneasily. Cassandra jumped down. She held a short spear and sword and carefully protected herself. She probed, "Who are you?"

"Giant Eagle…"

The figure in the darkness swayed. She tried her best to stare and saw Cassandra's obvious appearance. "Belloran, Giant Eagle… You're the Eagle Tamer, Cassandra… the subordinate of the Crimson Queen…"

"It's me!"

They looked like friends but not enemies. Cassandra slowly approached. "Who are you…"

"Hillmelia Tedrell…" The other party said with difficulty, "Kang De… bring me to see him…"

With that, her body went limp and she fell to the ground.

Cassandra subconsciously rushed over to support him. Tedrell was famous, but it took her three seconds to realize who Hillmelia was.

The Eagle Tamer's expression immediately changed. "Sword Saint Snowfall?"

War made heroes. She had heard of the other party's deeds on the Goethe battlefield.

To the fallen Belloran, those who had killed elves were all good friends.

"Sister!"

The ground was covered in light cavalry. Alexios led the group over. When he saw the situation in front of him, the siblings had a tacit understanding. They immediately raised their hands to order their subordinates to stop and jogged over alone.

"Who is she?"

Cassandra was checking Sword Saint Snowfall's injuries. The other party's body was extremely powerful, but clearly, another powerful force was wreaking havoc in her body. It was not an injury that battlefield medicine could treat.

When she heard her brother's question, she replied with a serious expression, "Sword Saint Snowfall."

Alexios was shocked, then he suddenly reacted. The siblings were both rare talents among the remaining Belloran. He immediately understood the crux, "…Could it be that the war in Goethe has changed?"

"I don't know… but it's definitely not a good thing!"

Cassandra immediately said, "I want to bring her back to Valentine. Lead your subordinates and continue to patrol. You must hide this news and not let anyone know—especially the elves! Be careful!"

His brother replied, "Yes!"

He paused for a moment and said softly, "Sister, is Goethe going to fight the elves again? If…"

The Belloran people had been destroyed by the elves and the rebels had wandered the continent, causing them to hate them. Previously, Kang De had killed the five great armies in a single strike and was treated as a natural ally and thigh by the siblings. Later on, when the news of the peace talks spread, not only were they discouraged, but they were also wavering… Then, they encountered such a thing.

"Don't think too much!" Cassandra said sternly. "The current Belloran is no longer qualified to play tricks—it concerns the important matter of Goethe. We have to spread this news!"

Alexios watched his sister rise into the air. The giant eagle soared and rushed back in the direction of Valentine.

Near dawn, Kang De, who was sleeping, was woken up by Hong San. He put on his clothes and got up. The gorilla, who was sleeping on the other side of the room, woke up earlier. The two of them were guided to a room by Hong San. Cassandra was already waiting. On the bed lay a cold-looking heroic woman with a towering snow mountain. Her entire body was cold.

Kang De's heart skipped a beat. "Who is she?"

Hong San's expression was solemn. "Sword Saint Snowfall."

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