CHAPTER 1508: CHAPTER 1508: ANCIENT SOLDIERS?

"Do those people have a physical form?" He Ao looked at Lin Chichi and suddenly asked.

"I only glanced at them, couldn’t be sure," Lin Chichi thought, "but they seemed somewhat ’illusory,’"

Her voice was slightly deepened, and she frowned slightly, "Could it be just our illusion? But they seemed to see us, and their clothing was completely different from ours,"

She looked at He Ao, further explaining, "They wore very thick clothing and seemed to have armor similar to ancient Western Lands,"

She paused slightly and scratched her head, "Or were we seeing a mirage?"

"Perhaps it wasn’t a mirage," He Ao shook his head slightly, recalling recent experiences near Mote City and Beidu, "it’s a historical projection."

"Historical projection?" Lin Chichi was slightly taken aback.

"It’s not clear to explain now, you should go back first," He Ao turned back and looked at Lin Chichi, "Once outside, find some food first, then arrange people to lock down this whole area, don’t let others in. Leave the rest to me to investigate."

"Okay!" Lin Chichi quickly nodded.

Then she paused slightly, looked at the surroundings, hesitated for a moment, and slowly said, "Sir, how do we get back?"

Here wasn’t far from the area where she just fought, strictly speaking, she hadn’t left the area where she just fought.

"From here."

He Ao raised his hand, an orange-gray glow gathered at his fingertips, and he gently swiped.

In front of him, the thick blizzard parted slowly to both sides like a curtain, revealing a thin, waterlike translucent ’veil.’

And behind this translucent veil, endless sand dunes and the strong wind blowing over them were faintly visible.

Before Lin Chichi could be surprised, the guides following her instantly widened their eyes, their gazes at He Ao changed from reverence to fear and awe.

Instinctively, they put some distance between themselves and He Ao.

They hadn’t seen He Ao directly deal with those Snow Giants, only guessed from Lin Chichi’s attitude that the person in front of them was a very important ’figure.’

After all, Lin Chichi was already a big figure in their eyes, and the superior of a big figure must be an even bigger one.

But they never imagined that He Ao would open up the blizzard with just his finger, opening the road back.

This wasn’t something that could be described as ’noble’; it was practically a Divine Being, a mythological hero from legends.

However, Lin Chichi was not surprised that He Ao could do all this. She had no doubt that ’sir’ could help them find their way back home; she just didn’t expect the way to be so close, and she had been going around in circles at the door.

"Is the passage here?" Lin Chichi looked at He Ao with some surprise.

"Strictly speaking, the passage you came through isn’t here," He Ao shook his head, "but opening a passage isn’t a difficult matter."

Hearing this, Lin Chichi was taken aback.

’Sir’ seemed even stronger than she believed.

He Ao withdrew his hand, looked at Lin Chichi, and smiled softly, "Go out, the door won’t stay open for long. The temperature outside varies greatly, take care of your wounds."

The principle of opening this door was simple. Identify the space’s most chaotic and weak area, straighten out the world base layer lines from the Main World, then stabilize them, naturally ’opening up’ a path leading to the Main World amidst this blizzard.

Although He Ao didn’t enter through here, it was indeed another chaotic spatial junction area.

Of course, while the principle was simple, the world’s base lines weren’t easy to sort out. Ordinary angels would have to work on them for quite a while.

But He Ao possessed the Eye of Truth, making it simpler to handle such matters.

The action of killing Snow Giants was somewhat similar.

The Snow Giants were undead because their bodies essentially derived from some high-level forces existing at the world’s base layer. Normal angels would have to use their own position to brutally kill them.

But the Eye of Truth can handle this crisis, simply ’deconstructing’ the key parts of these derivative forces.

In an instant, the existence of the Snow Giants could be erased.

"You should go out first." Lin Chichi turned around and gestured to the guides to go ahead.

"Thank you, thank you." The guides quickly nodded, accompanied by a translator, speaking awkward Central Earth language, touching the already frostbitten skin, and bowing repeatedly to He Ao.

One by one, they quickly passed through the veil He Ao opened.

"Sir," at this time, Lin Chichi just turned around, looked at He Ao, hesitated a bit, looked at the surrounding blizzard, and said slowly, "The situation inside is quite complex, probably involving very powerful forces, you must be careful."

Even though she knew He Ao was a person favored by ’K’ God, knowing he had promoted to Angel.

But the blizzard area here gave her an ominous sense of crisis, revealing invisible oppression, creating an unsettling feeling in her heart.

"I understand," He Ao looked at Lin Chichi, filled with deep concern, and smiled slightly, "I will be careful, mind your wounds."

"Okay," Lin Chichi nodded seriously, looking at He Ao, "I’ll wait for you outside."

With that, she turned around and headed towards the increasingly unstable veil.

As she was about to touch the veil, she instinctively turned to look at He Ao.

Seeing He Ao still standing there, she slightly exhaled in relief.

He Ao smiled at her, nodded gently.

Lin Chichi nodded in response, then turned and stepped over the barrier.

Immediately, the simply pulled-out barrier slowly collapsed, and the thick snowstorm once again covered the void.

He Ao turned around, looked in the direction Lin Chichi had pointed, and walked over gradually.

——

Meanwhile, outside this mysterious area in the desert, Lin Chichi’s footsteps landed on the soft sand.

The howling wind scraped against her body, instantly tearing open her wounds.

She looked forward; a few people who had gone out earlier were leaning against the desert edge, their frostbites cracked, bleeding fresh red blood.

The winds in the desert were cool but were scorching compared to the blizzard they had just exited.

This cold and heat quickly tore their wounds apart.

Whuuu——

At that moment, the sound of an old steam whistle echoed in the void.

Upon hearing the sound, Lin Chichi’s eyes instantly brightened.

The speeding train emerged from the void, the door opened, and an ordinary-looking man with glasses slowly stepped out from behind the door.

But before he could stand firm, a figure rushed directly up, "Hao Yi brother!"

He Ao looked at the blood-soaked yet excited girl in front of him, gently patted her head, and smiled, "Let’s not waste time; I’ll take you all back to the city first."

Rumble——

A few crisp sounds exploded in the quiet desert, making Lin Chichi’s body instantly stiffen.

He Ao glanced down at Lin Chichi’s already healed wound, looking at her rumbling stomach, and her cheeks flushed, smiling, "There’s food in the train, get on first."

"Hehe." Lin Chichi smiled awkwardly, then she turned around and called those guides to get them into the vehicle.

Finally, she turned back, glancing at the circular area behind her filled with the blizzard, and said softly, "Um, Hao Yi brother, the gentleman is still inside."

He Ao looked at the snowstorm ahead, shook his head, and laughed, "Don’t worry, he won’t have any problems."

"Alright." Lin Chichi nodded slightly, stepped up, and got into the vehicle.

Until everyone was in the vehicle, only then did He Ao lift his head to look at the snow swirling in the circular area ahead.

Subsequently, he returned to the cabin, closed the door, and they drove into the void.

In the vast desert, silence once again reigned, leaving only the endless sandy yellow and the faint, desolate cold wind.

——

In the blizzard

He Ao lifted his head, looking ahead into the snow.

His steps trod into the thick snow, leaving a couple of deep hollows.

And before him was a pile of snow.

This was where Lin Chichi had just mentioned, where she saw the illusion.

Here, the snow had become smooth once again in the blizzard, showing no clear traces of someone having passed through, nor any corpses present.

He Ao raised his head, a faint orange-gray glow flickered in his pupils.

He lifted his foot, stepping into the soft snow, continuing ahead.

The power of the Eye of Truth could help him find the most chaotic intersections of space-time, and distinguish those places where space-time was most stable.

He began to follow these ’stable’ space-times, moving towards the deepest part of the entire space.

At this moment, Hao Yi had already sent Lin Chichi and the others back to a nearby city, and contacted the local church.

The related information was also being sent separately to Yan Yue and Ye Yun.

Soon, Transcendents would be coming to seal off this area.

And as He Ao gradually went deeper into this space, he faintly felt that his ’connection’ with Hao Yi was becoming weak, intermittently.

This was something He Ao had never encountered in the Main World, although ’Hao Yi’ was a clone formed with the help of the Puppet Crystal Ball, the power level wasn’t high, only C-level.

But in actuality, the link between the clone and the main body was a connection at the soul level, not relying on the power of the Puppet Crystal Ball that forms the clone, which is where this ability is unique.

This allows He Ao to directly control the clone using the soul connection, and the mystic link of the soul can spread over very long distances.

Even when He Ao is within the relic, he can still maintain his connection with Hao Yi.

This is one of the important reasons why He Ao’s ’Hao Yi’ clone can be used until now.

Of course, this connection is not without limits; it requires a high level of the soul’s power from the main body. The stronger the soul, the more stable the connection.

And He Ao’s soul happens to have a degree of strength.

However, while the clone could previously bear the transfer of He Ao’s soul, after he was promoted to Angel, he could no longer use this connection to bring his soul to Hao Yi; Hao Yi’s body could not bear He Ao’s soul anymore.

So, the Hao Yi clone is now purely a clone.

Of course, even when soul transfer was possible before, if it was an ordinary Transcendent, this ability would be basically useless.

After all, the clone and the main soul have some inherent incompatibilities, definitely not as handy as the main body, and during the transfer, the main body would be weakened; if the main body dies, the soul dies too.

But He Ao has the Super Memory talent sequence that can bind souls, allowing the main soul to directly amplify the clone, making this a good skill for him.

In summary, this cloning ability is useful for He Ao.

So far, the only time He Ao could not control the clone was when he entered the dungeon world.

It is not clear whether it was because the system blocked the mystic connection or because the distance was simply too far, or perhaps both.

And this time, it was the first time He Ao encountered a ’signal instability’ situation.

After pondering for a moment, he had Hao Yi pilot the Velora, first hidden into the void.

Then he lifted his head, once more gazing ahead into the snow, slowly moving forward.

He Ao continued walking for an unknown distance, and the surrounding blizzard seemed to have a faint tendency to diminish.

Meanwhile, some sounds echoed around His ears.

Upon hearing these sounds, He Ao paused slightly, looked up towards the source of the sound.

Some blurry figures seemed to have emerged in front of him, he stepped forward, instantly arriving beside these vague figures.

There were not many of these figures, only about a dozen.

They wore simple breastplates, wielding swords, dragging several long sleds, seemingly some kind of ancient military unit on the march.

And their clothing style differed almost entirely from the Main World, with an overall style somewhat reminiscent of the Western Lands’ ancient fashion but subtly distinct, aesthetically closer to the dungeon world’s perception.

Their outfits seemed to be made of some beast’s fur, thick and warm.

These soldiers did not seem to notice He Ao; they appeared semi-transparent, stepping slowly through the snow.

As He Ao’s gaze fell upon their feet, the deep footprints unfolded where they trod.

The surrounding blizzard intensified sharply, the soldiers picked up their weapons, barely shielding their faces from the wind and snow.

"When the hell is this damn storm going to stop? It’s supposed to be summer!"

A tall and slender soldier in the front row mumbled, unable to hold back.

"His Majesty has already gone to seek the source of the blizzard," a soldier on the other side of the front row said quickly, "believe in soon finding the cause of the storm and taking shelter from this blizzard."

"Hope so, this weather, damn it," the tall and slender soldier murmured, "when the hell are we going to return to the city? I want to drink."

"Take it," a leader-like officer tossed a pouch, seemingly full of alcohol, to the tall soldier, "His Majesty asked us to look for any commoners stranded outside, and bring them back to the city. We’re about to finish searching this area, once done we can go back."

"On a snowy day like this, wouldn’t anyone freeze to death?" The tall soldier took the wine pouch, brought it to his mouth only to find no wine coming out, tapped the pouch to discover it was frozen hard.

He sighed deeply, returned the pouch to the officer, "Even the exotic beasts by the road are frozen to death."

"Enough with the whining," the officer took the pouch, hung it by his waist, stepped onto the thick snow, "we’re almost done with the search."

The howling cold wind rushed past, and in the blink of an eye, the soldiers vanished into the snowstorm.

Leaving behind one deep footprint after another, rapidly filled by the storm.

While He Ao stood there, gazing at the direction where the soldiers disappeared, lost in thought.

He pondered not the content of those soldiers’ words but the ’words’ themselves.

These soldiers communicated using the language of the Original Federation Second District, or rather, the language of the dungeon world.