The Universe Is Innately Just 318 City Under The City Part Four

"The other news I have with me is a good one during the emergence of the b.e.s.t.i.a.l Formation. Four G.o.dly ent.i.ties had appeared. I can say with 100% certainty that only one of them is still alive."

A change appeared on the faces of the numerous individuals present in the large room. In their heart, horror and panic had been caused by the G.o.dly ent.i.ties that had appeared behind their walls. Those strong otherworldly cultivators had caused them to feel utter despair the moment they acted.

"Won't it come later bite at our back?", asked one of the leaders in a low tone.

Fell caught the man's facial expression, and couldn't help but agree with him. Nonetheless, he hadn't killed that ent.i.ty with a very specific purpose, and that was to strike fear in the heart of New Casablanca's enemies.

"Maybe.", he responded genuinely and didn't lie to the individuals that led the armed forces. He had come to learn that the decision making related to survival had pushed the armed forces through a small coup-d'état that changed the decisional balance of the city.

"Although I don't think he will be troublesome to deal with. If I sense him nearby, I can take care of him before he even approaches the Core.", he added as he gave his word on taking care of that ent.i.ty. In the end, he was the one who had taken the decision to let it escape, as he had preferred focusing on Thol'Yr.

It was Fell's responsibility to make sure the last G.o.dly ent.i.ty wouldn't come back to bite at their backs. Especially when the armed forces entire focus would be on the deadly monsters of the b.e.s.t.i.a.l Formation.

Silence spread through the room, as the individuals that led the army began pondering on the new information they had acquired. The excitement induced by the death of the ent.i.ties had made them temporarily forget the first information given by the young cultivator.

"How many time can the energy s.h.i.+eld buy us?", asked Fell as he felt dampened by the heavy silence that basked the venue.

Click! Click! Click!

A young man furiously typed on the keyboard, as though he had been waiting for the moment someone was going to ask that question. A few seconds pa.s.sed as the number of input he was executing rose in intensity, and before long, he raised his head away from the computer he had and exclaimed softly.

The youth's voice didn't contain any of the might or respect the other individuals in the room had, but instead contained a vigorous naivety that nonetheless didn't make him fear to speak in front of the large venue of leaders.

"The energy s.h.i.+elds will be dropping in exactly two days.", he exclaimed with a strange tone that made it obvious his nostrils were partially clogged.

Fell's hand rose to his chin, and his sight moved to the source of the voice. He fell in deep thought for a few seconds; his fingers rhythmically tapped his jaw as he focused on his mental computation. He had seen the energy s.h.i.+elds in close range and had even traversed it using the spatial element dwelling in his soul. He knew that the number given by the youth would only be true if none of the beasts touched the energy s.h.i.+elds during the next two days.

He opened his lips softly, before exclaiming in a voice that showed he was making computation on the spot.

"That number doesn't take into account the variable of the creature attacking the s.h.i.+elds.", he added swiftly turning around. "My work here is finished, I have matters to attend, and I don't plan on infringing on the armed forces' decisions."

His sentence ended the moment his step left the door of the room, leaving most of the leaders silent after his departure. The news that came with his return was anything but good, but the event had served enormously to the young cultivator who had managed to gather valuable information his own person.

"Looks like they recognized me…", he muttered silently as he left the two-floored bivouac serving as the leaders' office. "Nothing surprising if I take into account my current strength. What was strange, was that they seemed to deeply trust my words…", he added as he fell in deep thought for the rest of the journey.

His surrounding changed as he left the enormous central hub of the underground network, and began making his way to the entrance of the underground tunnel he had taken. The speed of his journey rose the moment he appeared in the large underground highway where Fell and Leove had taken a vehicle to cross. Only this time, Fell instantly rushed through it in a das.h.i.+ng advance.

His running speed was such that using vehicles had actually ended up taking more time. The journey that had taken Fell and Leove more than dozens of minutes had ended up being crossed in less than five minutes by the young cultivator.

After that, he found himself facing the thin tunnel where the two guard had been stationed. His figure turned into a shadowy arrow that silently traversed the path in front of it. His discretion could only be bested by his speed, as the pair of guards only felt a gust of wind brush their back.

Fell reappeared in front of the bas.e.m.e.nt of the building containing the entrance to the sewer system of the city. As soon as the street of the city entered his sight, a flash of remembrance glinted on his eyes as he had forgotten Akainmhar.

Thankfully, the red haired man didn't move from his position as he had stayed sitting unconscious on the back of the squad's vehicle. After grabbing him, Fell began making his way through the narrow and crooked street of the Core. The labyrinth-like street seemed to have been built without any general logic, as though each citizen had taken part in the construct in a ma.s.sive sandbox project.

"Sifiso…", Fell muttered the name given by Akainmhar while making his way through the streets.

Streets that were completely void of any soul, as though the shantytown had been hit by a devastating pandemic that made the citizen choose to stay hidden in their homes. Thankfully, his senses managed to show him the general direction to take, as without it, he would have drifted to the rare unpopulated area of the Core.

And from one street to another, Fell finally found himself facing a slightly bigger street after following his instincts through the maze like town. Contrary to before, he happened to meet a lonely soul drifting in the middle of the street.

Fell resumed his step, and approached the man wearing shambled cloth- clothes that could only be called patches of greasy tissues sewn together- as he needed help with finding the individual named Sifiso.

"h.e.l.lo, my good friend.", exclaimed Fell in a friendly manner as he tried grabbing the man's attention.

The young cultivator didn't receive any response coming from the poor soul sitting on the ground.

"h.e.l.lo? Are you with m…", he stopped in the middle of his sentence. Fell's gaze changed as he could see that something was wrong with the man, his figure flashed as he crossed the small distance separating him from the half-unconscious man.

Without any hesitation, Fell grabbed the shambled man's hand but only felt a striking coldness. As though the man was formed out of freezing ice cubes, and the intense shaking coming from him made the young cultivator doubt if the man was actually alive.

He focused his senses in his eyes as he began looking at the man's body. "This type of coldness can be only be found in the extremities of his body…", he mumbled as he lifted the man's sleeve. Fell's pupil turned into a pinpoint nucleus, and the next moment, the shanty man's body was zoomed, in his sight.

The shanty man's body was turned into a grand-scale under Fell's sight, and only then, did he manage to find the crux of the problem. All over the man's body, could be seen small dots that represented injections. Fell didn't know anything about the Core, but the moment he saw the man's situation, he immediately understood that it was anything but natural.

"What substance did he inject himself?", thought Fell without finding an answer. His memory loss caused him to forget about the maggot-infested junkies of the Core, as his new self inadvertently happened to meet one the moment he came back to the shantytown. His past self might have ignored him, or at best, left the poor soul some food next to him.

But the current situation made Fell obliged to help the man, as he was lacking any knowledge of the city and needed someone to help him find Sifiso.

Fell dropped Akainmhar on the side, and controlled his heaven and earth energy into its most malleable and soft form before injecting it inside of the shantyman through his back.