Chapter 137: Chapter 133: Adjustments and Encounters

Just as Jeming predicted.

After experiencing the terror of the sky being torn apart once again, the deadlock at the negotiation table was broken at an inexplicably rapid pace.

His Majesty the King and the High Priest of the Divine Hall jointly declared that the will of the Divine Spirit had descended.

The conflict between humans and beastmen was temporarily set aside, and a hastily but rigorously crafted alliance was quickly forged in the presence of the deity.

Although the Elf Kingdom maintained partial neutrality, their delegation also signed a “non-aggression treaty,” promising to provide resource assistance when necessary.

A total attack on the “Foreign Demon” was put on the agenda.

The moment the alliance was formed, the entire Elorcia City exploded into frenzied enthusiasm, like a powder keg ignited.

Recruitment orders plastered the streets and alleys, while the sound of horns rose one after another, their mighty waves echoing through the skies.

Blacksmith shops thundered throughout the night, their fires lighting up the night sky, as countless swords and armor were forged day and night.

City Guards clad in silver armor patrolled back and forth, eyes sharp and spirits high, noticeably more murderous and excited than usual.

Jeming stood on the high balcony of his mansion, overlooking the city ignited by the passion of war.

He could clearly feel an unprecedentedly vast power rising from every corner of the Royal Capital— a massive Red Dust Qi intertwined with fear, anger, fanaticism, piety, and hatred!

During this period, the amount of Red Dust Qi stored within his internal space increased in an exaggerated manner, unprecedentedly active, yet simultaneously unprecedentedly chaotic.

“The time has come.” Jeming looked up at the sky.

At night, under the cover of darkness, Jeming silently traversed through every shadowy corner of the Royal Capital.

Following the rune traces he had scouted during the day, he precisely found the nodes of the three large arrays he had discovered.

The first array was located on the east side of the Royal Capital, beneath an abandoned Divine Hall.

The air was filled with a smell of decay, with cobwebs all around.

Jeming put on specially designed gloves, his fingertips glowing faintly, lightly touching the runes engraved on the stone walls.

He closed his eyes, delving his Spiritual Power into it, and used the long-unused Deciphering Skill to feel the flow of energy within the runes.

Like a surgeon, he began his precise examination of the array’s ailments, starting from this rune.

Soon, with his knowledge, he discovered some subtle structural flaws and unreasonable aspects in the energy circuit.

Jeming took out several special Rune Pens and refined Magic Beast Crystal Cores from the Space Expansion Bag, making fine adjustments and improvements to these runes without destroying the original structure.

He used the Rune Pen to draw a few secret extension lines on the edges of the original runes, lines that blended cleverly into the array’s energy circuit as if they were blood vessels.

After solving the issues of this array, he moved on to the area of the second array.

This one was located under an ancient well in the northern part of the Royal Capital, connected to the city’s complex underground water veins.

Here, it was even more humid, with a damp earthy smell in the air.

Jeming repeated his tactics, conducting the same adjustments and optimizations to this array.

He even integrated his understanding of Spirit Veins from the Cultivation Immortality System, allowing the array to better utilize the underground water veins as a conduit for energy transmission.

While he was busy working on this, concentrating on rune corrections, Jeming’s Five Elements Rainbow Transformation Mirror suddenly issued a warning.

Through the keen perception of the Eye of Scouting, Jeming caught a faint trace of an “unusual” presence.

However, the other party quickly noticed Jeming’s presence as well. It seemed to be engaged in some secretive activities in that area and did not intend to meet Jeming, quietly drifting away instead.

A thought flashed through Jeming’s mind, but he didn’t stop his actions: “Other wizards…?”

The last array was located in the southern part of the Royal City, deep within an abandoned noble mansion.

Upon arriving at this mansion, Jeming couldn’t help but admire the skill of the array’s creator and their excellent choice of location.

In terms of the Cultivation Immortality System, this mansion connected to the Royal Capital’s “Death Qi” spot, indeed an ideal location for an array.

However, for this reason, the place felt eerily gloomy, and the air was filled with a putrid scent.

This array was quite well-designed, with no modifications needed. After a brief inspection, Jeming quietly withdrew.

When the eastern sky started to brighten, Jeming silently returned to his mansion.

He didn’t rest, walking straight into the secret chamber, exhausted yet excited, gazing at the Royal Capital’s underground rune network map on the table, which he had repeatedly outlined and revised.

The three large arrays on the map appeared even clearer in his eyes at that moment.

After repeated checks to confirm no issues, Jeming casually wiped the map, and it spontaneously ignited: “The preliminary preparations are complete. The next step is to find a time to activate them.”

Asked when to activate, Jeming’s answer was the sooner, the better.

Simply put, it’s today!

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The day once again quickly passed, and the night enveloped Elorcia City in a profound silent darkness like thick ink.

The street clamors had long quieted, with only the occasional flickering of magic street lamps casting dappled light and shadow on the damp cobblestones.

However, in the depths beneath this city, another scene was quietly unfolding.

Jeming’s figure, like a ghost, silently traversed the intersecting sewers of the Royal Capital.

The cold sewage reached his ankles, while the air was filled with a mix of decay and dampness.

Occasionally, a few plump rats were startled by Jeming, scurrying past his feet in panic.

Paying no mind, he maximized the power of the Eye of Scouting, meticulously scanning every inch of space around him.

He had decided to activate those arrays tonight.

Once these arrays were activated, there would be no turning back.

Since the action was imminent, he no longer concealed anything, as his powerful Spiritual Power emanated from him, sweeping through every corner of the sewer, probing for any possible enemies.

Yet the originally quiet sew system seemed unusually lively tonight.

“Hmm?”

His moving figure suddenly halted.

His fully open Eye of Scouting detected several unusual energy fluctuations.

The energies bore unmistakable signs of witchcraft resonance!

“Oh, no one’s hiding anymore? It seems everyone shares the same idea.” Jeming’s lips curved into a grin.

Considering the consensus among the wizards, Jeming didn’t approach rashly but chose a hidden corner to wait quietly.

Soon, four shadowy figures silently converged on his location from different directions.

Each of them was agile and well-acquainted with the complex terrain of the sewers, evidently having operated here for quite some time.

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