Chapter 955: Adapt to Changing Circumstances

Something happened. It was brewing and growing in the shadows, like a young bud growing in the soil, prying away the heavy stone pressing on it little by little until it broke out of the ground, until there was nothing left to cover its existence.

"An invitation from the Council of Sages?"

Holt muttered to himself, not responding to the invitation of the Duke of Spirit God immediately. He looked at the Holy Hub. During the conversation, several more towers went out, and the expanding Aurora Road further shrank and merged into the giant tower in the center. The brilliant glow wrapped around the tower, like a colorful fire.

"I think this is the Duke of Origin."

Holt's eyes passed over the Duke of Spirit God in yellow robes and looked at the Duke of white robes who was walking slowly. At this time, Holt's relaxed expression finally tightened a little.

The Mysterious Group is composed of many extraordinary families, among which the four major families represented by the four dukes are the main body. They control most of the resources and power of the Mysterious Group, and then occupy a large number of seats in the Council of Sages.

The herald will be selected from the four dukes, and finally, the herald will be promoted to a councillor. Under this promotion system, every councillor of the Sage Council is an extremely powerful high-level condenser. They are united together, and their own interests surpass the family and the Secret Group. Many councillors form the ultimate condenser at the conceptual level.

For conventional forces, they are a terrible force that cannot be ignored, but in the eyes of the Order Bureau, they are just a group of old immortals with empty power.

Holt is not afraid of the councillors, even if the opponent is the Glory or the Defender, but the alchemy matrix they carry is still too old, and they have power but cannot use it to perfection.

Except for him, the Duke of Origin.

According to the intelligence of the Order Bureau, among the current four dukes, only the Duke of Origin has reached the level of the Glory, and he is also the only Glory who has been promoted in the Secret Group in the past thirty years.

Unlike those old antiques, this white-robed Duke of Origin is an opponent that Holt needs to face up to. Not to mention, Holt also found that at this time, he was wrapped in a thread of aurora, just like the Duke of Spirit God.

"I guess... I guess our deputy director should be there, fighting with your people?"

Holt raised his hand and pointed to the Holy Hub, where a large amount of aurora was shrouded, and the price was that the magnificent city of Hidden Land was close to shutdown.

"It's strange, the deputy director is not someone who can be easily messed with. Some old Glory Ones can't kill him. People like you should be the ones to restrain him," Holt looked at the Duke of Origin in confusion, "Why do you suppress us in turn?"

The Duke of Origin said nothing, he just kept raising his hand, and a terrible sense of suffocation enveloped every staff member, as if a big hand was strangling their throats.

As his honorific title suggests, the school that the Duke of Origin is good at is the Origin School, and his tendency is the same as that of Blogo, which is the infinitely narrow and sharp subdivision of the changes in secret energy.

The ether gathered in his hands and turned into a beating white thunder. As the ether gathered, it was like forged steel, and it was gradually condensed into a dazzling ether sword.

The ether that filled the surrounding environment began to escape, and invisible shackles also fell on the staff, blocking their alchemical matrix.

Silence and prohibition, forged into the most stringent ether blockade.

Under the pressure of a glorious person, except for Holt, the rest of the bearers and believers lost control of the ether and secret energy, which was tantamount to becoming weak mortals.

"Team leader..."

Evan said softly, even if he lost his extraordinary power, his hand was still on the hilt of the sword at his waist. As long as Holt gave an order, he would launch a slash at the enemy in front of him.

But in response, Holt just shook his head and stopped Evan's action, then he asked the Duke of Origin, "That is to say, you have external aid, right? A powerful external aid that is enough to contain and even suppress the deputy director, so the Council of Sages has the spare energy to send you two to deal with us."

It is not wise to take action at this time. Not to mention the power of aurora surrounding the enemy, while the Duke of Origin suppressed Holt and his party, the Duke of Spirit God was also alert on the side, his eyes emitting a faint light, and the moment he looked at him, Holt felt dizzy and nauseous, and he couldn't lift his strength.

This is the standard lineup for suppressing the condenser. While carrying out the ether blockade, it also suppresses the mind. Although the Duke of Spirit God is only a defender, after being strengthened by the power of aurora, his secret power of the Void Spirit School is enough to directly paralyze everyone except Holt.

"Let me think about it. They can fight against the deputy director and make you become a force hostile to the Order Bureau," Holt continued to ask, "Is it really the Night Clan?"

"You talk too much."

The Duke of the Spirit God came forward and punched Holt in the abdomen without any hesitation. Holt's body slightly bent, but he didn't make any sound of pain, just staring at him straight.

"Count the number of people and take them away." The Duke of the Spirit God said to the servants.

A crisp metallic sound rang out, and the servants took out the shackles that had been prepared long ago and tied up each staff member.

The surface of the shackles flashed with complex inscriptions. This is also an alchemical weapon. Their effects are similar to those of the ether blockade, but compared with the Glory One, the strength of these restraints is too low, and the higher the rank of the bound object, the weaker their effect.

Until now, how to restrain high-level condensers is still a problem for most forces.

The Order Bureau is not included in this list. Since the evil beast of the world, the Devouring Beast, was exiled to the Ether Realm and burned by light, the Order Bureau planned to transform the abandoned land covered by the Quiet Line into a new large prison.

When hearing this news, Holt was very calm and even a little excited. He was still a jailer, but the prisoners this time were much gentler.

"Oh? Is this your personal hobby?"

When adding shackles to Holt, the Duke of Spirit God noticed that there was also a circle of shackles on Holt's neck. He knocked it and heard a metallic sound.

Holt did not answer his question, but just looked at him viciously, and then suddenly launched a headbutt, and his forehead hit the bridge of the Duke of Spirit God's nose hard.

The Duke of Spirit God covered his face, blood kept flowing from his fingertips, while the Duke of Origin strode forward, and the deadly ether sword was directly placed on Holt's neck.

The pure ether was restless, like a burning fire sword, sending out a burning heat.

His voice was low, "Be honest."

"What are you going to do next? Take us to meet the Council of Sages? Or find those things that can't be seen in the light and bite us one by one?"

Holt licked the blood on the corner of his mouth, and he looked particularly cruel at this time, "Otherwise you can just kill us directly."

"You are still useful, so you can still live."

The Duke of Origin brought the ether sword closer, and Holt could feel the pain of his skin being burned through. The wound was burned together as soon as it opened, and the blood evaporated before it dripped.

"Oh, that's right, anyway, the condenser is just a resource for you." Holt raised his neck.

"Shut up."

The Duke of Spirit God came over, cursing, and punched Holt hard. He used the ether amplification for this blow, and the huge force penetrated Holt's flesh and blood. He immediately lost his strength and half-knelt down, retching.

"Team leader!"

Evan said nervously. They tried to protect Holt, but the servants were faster than them. They drew their sharp swords and put the tips of the swords on the throats of Evan and others, making them unable to move forward.

"I'm fine. These people won't kill us," Holt said as he stood up with difficulty. "Whether they trade us to the Night Clan or keep us for themselves, we are more valuable alive than dead."

Holt spat out a mouthful of blood and phlegm, and his expression was still arrogant.

"I'm very disappointed in you, Holt."

Suddenly, the Duke of Origin said such an inexplicable thing to Holt.

"What's wrong?" Holt asked.

"I've heard that you're an arrogant guy. I thought you would ignore the difference in rank or the dangerous environment and fight us directly, but...it turns out that you're just arrogant in words." Duke of Origin said.

"I'm really arrogant, I think so myself," Holt glanced at Evan and others, "but I'm not stupid, I can survive, but my team members may not."

"So you gave up?"

"What else?"

Holt showed a helpless look, as if he was really defeated by the current situation and could do nothing except accept it.

Duke of Origin approached again, and the shining ether sword pressed against Holt's cheek. As long as he slightly pressed down his wrist, this sword could split Holt's head.

The two maintained a confrontation until Duke of Origin relaxed, "We overestimated you. We should use more of our strength to deal with Nathanir."

Holt smiled and ignored Duke of Origin's ridicule, but under his indifferent eyes, there were some other emotions hidden.

Nathanir has already fought with the enemy's main force, so what are these people going to do?

Just as Holt was thinking, the attendant suddenly said, "Two people are missing."

"What?"

The Duke of Spirit God turned his head and said in disbelief, "Who is missing?"

"According to the list, Blog and Palmer, a defender and a bearer are missing." The attendant replied.

"What's going on!"

The Duke of Origin glared at Holt again, and he looked as if he had suddenly realized something, "Did you do it on purpose just now? Divert our attention?"

"How could that be? We were captured by your Aether Forbidden from the beginning. You should know how many people we are," Holt argued, "That is to say, they escaped before you came."

"What task did you assign them!"

The Duke of Origin continued to ask, he knew that Holt was not a good person, how could he surrender like this.

"There is no mission. They are not even my team members. I have no right to issue any orders to them."

Holt laughed frankly. He did not lie. Holt really did not know where Blog and Palmer were. These two guys from the special operations team always bring surprises to people.

The Duke of Benyuan stared at Holt. After a few seconds of silence, he issued orders to others.

"Sound the alarm and catch them!"

...

"Where are we going? And what was that just now? Is it your alchemical weapon?"

After getting out of the shadows, Palmer kept pestering Blogo with his endless chatter, which made Blogo a little upset, but he thought about the next action and had to take this guy with him. There were some things that he had to tell Palmer.

"We?"

Blogo pulled Palmer into a shadow and said seriously, "Now we are the investigation team and the imperial envoy of the decision-making room!"

"Investigate... what?" Palmer was still a little unresponsive.

"What else can you investigate? The Secret Group!"

Blogo shook his shoulders vigorously, "Wake up, Palmer, don't look like you haven't woken up yet."

Palmer swallowed his saliva, and he gradually realized that the situation was not good. Sure enough, the bad situation still happened. What's worse is that Palmer has no idea what happened.

"Also, about what just happened to us... Palmer, I want to introduce you to a temporary teammate. You may be familiar with her, or you may be shocked, but I hope you can be honest and keep your mind, okay?"

Berogo coaxed him. He never doubted his partner's ability to work, but if he wanted Palmer to get into a serious working state, he needed to prepare him mentally.

Damn it, most of the field staff have some lofty ideas and work, but Palmer is an outlier. He is a pure day-to-day person. Work and so on are just for life.

So simple that it's outrageous.

"Oh, oh, go on."

Palmer nodded. He was a little curious about who his acquaintance would be... Palmer didn't have many acquaintances.

As soon as the voice fell, the shadow where the two were suddenly squirmed. Palmer grabbed the dagger vigilantly. If Berogo hadn't stopped it in time, Palmer would have almost pierced the shadow. Palmer's way of thinking and instinct seemed to be two systems.

A slender figure emerged from the shadows, and then the shadow covering her fell away like rain, revealing a figure covered with a hazy black veil.

Looking at the blurred face and ruby-like eyes, Palmer was stunned for a while, and some long-lost memories rushed to him.

At the same time, loud alarms sounded between the towers, and one after another Condensers leaped into the sky, searching for the missing two.

Olivia, who came up from the shadows, smiled at Palmer.

"Long time no see, Blogg Clex."

Hearing this pieced-together pseudonym, Palmer's face turned pale.