155 Chapter 140: Templar City, Twelve-Winged Angel Phantom

"It's enormously murderous to enter Templar City. Your troop can't just follow us like this."

Ferguson's words interrupted Richard's thoughts. He closed the attributes panel of the two skills and looked directly at the other party.

"Sir, you should know how important these troops are to me... I don't have the Scarlet Council's foundation, so I can't abandon these troops."

"No, I'm not asking you to abandon the troops. You can take the troops with you, but you have to use a different way..."

Ferguson waved its hand as it spoke. A palm-sized black wooden card appeared out of thin air. Countless inscriptions were carved on it and emitted a faint extraordinary energy fluctuation.

"This is a high-rank Tibetan soldier card. It can accommodate a large troop..."

Richard's eyes immediately sparked.

'Was there such a good thing?!!'

"But this is also limited. It can only hold undead, machinery, and other types of soldiers that don't need to breathe..."

He reached out to take it and was overjoyed. Wasn't this a treasure tailored for Twilight City?

Ferguson said with heartache while staring at Richard's exuberant eyes.

"I obtained this treasure from the ancient ruins. There's only one left...

"No one else can use it after you bind it. You can keep the troop first."

[Tibetan Soldier Card]

[Level: 3-stars]

[Characteristics: It can accommodate 1,000 troops.]

[Restrictions: It can not accommodate breathing life forms. Its body size can not exceed 5 meters. It will take up an additional ten slots for every one-meter increase.]

[Description: A rare treasure created with ancient magic. It is tremendously precious.]

'A good treasure!'

It was essentially a divine weapon if used well.

Richard's eyes lit up.

According to Ferguson, he first bound it with spiritual power and engraved his mark on it.

Others could not use it even if someone destroys it in the future.

Then, with a thought.

The space in front of him suddenly became illusory. It formed an opaque arch 10 meters high and 8 meters wide.

At this moment, the light became a little distorted.

Entering through the arch was the space inside the Tibetan soldier card.

Richard waved his hand without hesitation, and all the troops entered.

As the troops passed through the illusory arch, he could sense the special space of the Tibetan soldier card in his hand became smaller.

And the five-meter-tall heavy sword warriors each occupied ten slots. The most exaggerated one was the skeleton blood dragon, which occupied 50.

He only left two squads of dark gargoyles as his mounts after they were gathered. Only a few of the 1,000 slots were left.

In the end, with his trying mentality, he also placed the five great demon corpses inside.

He did not expect it would honestly work.

That made Richard sigh in relief. This way, he did not have to keep dragging these corpses and running away.

Gunter was still in the lake. Even if he wanted to recruit soldiers from the great demon's corpse, he could only wait for the other party to return.

It seemed better to have a few more people who knew how to recruit mummies. Otherwise, it would be too inconvenient.

Richard looked at the rapidly decreasing number of troops and suddenly felt much more relaxed.

Although the Twilight City troop wasn't weak, it wasn't enough to face powerful enemies like angels and demons.

"Sir Ferguson, should we go to Templar City now or wait for your injury to recover..."

Ferguson shook his head.

"I only used the holy dragon's blood to suppress my injury. I need to return to the Scarlet Council to recover completely."

"Return to Templar City first. We can't delay any longer."

Its tone became crucial as it spoke.

"You must be careful in your next actions. If the situation of the gargoyles in these two teams is urgent, you must be willing to sacrifice yourself."

Richard nodded solemnly.

"Sir, please do not doubt my determination. Since I promised to escort you back, I will fulfill whatever it takes.

"Even if I have to sacrifice all my troops!"

His face did not even turn red when he said this.

Everyone carried the sedan chair. This level-19 hero was so generous that he did not mind continuing to build a closer relationship between the two sides.

Ferguson smiled in satisfaction.

Although he could see through Richard's thoughts, he didn't care.

The two didn't have much of a relationship before. If they wanted help from others, they couldn't just rely on empty words.

The real motivation was still a substantial reward.

"Let's go!"

As soon as his voice fell, Ferguson sat on a dark gargoyle.

Richard and Gray followed closely behind and headed toward the center of the battlefield—Templar City.

This city was the key to the dungeon.

All the battles and missions in the dungeon revolved around it.

As Richard took this step, he would directly collide with millions of players.

Richard could not help but feel a little excited.

He had been looking forward to this for a long time.

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Because he had to avoid enemies that could catch up at any time, Ferguson led the team to fly very carefully, and its speed was not fast.

On the way, Richard took a little time to open and look at the ranking board.

He wondered how the other players were doing in the dungeon these two days.

He had not earned any points for a whole day, but he was still at the top of the ranking board with 130,000 points, leading the second place by 80,000 points.

The second place finally reached the milestone of 50,000 points after more than a day of hard work.

He only needed to work hard for a few more days to catch up with him...

Richard could only say it was not about being too sturdy but that the opponent was too fierce.

Who knew that such a scene would happen right from the start?

Being ranked first was also an exceptional experience.

The 3rd to 10th places were around 40,000 points and were close to each other.

The rest of the players were not idle either, and the speed at which they obtained points was not necessarily slow.

It was just that they looked more pitiful compared to him.

He opened and scrutinized the chat forum. The system displayed four panels.

The Full Dungeon Forum.

The Covenant of Evil Forum.

The Oath of Light Forum.

In addition, there was a [Forum Chat].

He did not join the faction. He could only enter the entire forum and post.

He opened the [Forum Chat] and viewed it. The players seemed to have never stopped talking about the ranking of points.

There were countless posts about him.

[F*ck! That pervert Qingqiu! He's still 80,000 points ahead of second place even though he hasn't moved his for a day!!]

[I thought that guy was just lucky. He could earn 130,000 points in an hour, and the others wouldn't be bad either. But a day has passed, and Qingqiu is still betting on 1,000,000 top-tier lords... Just how terrifying this guy is???]

[It makes me f*cking angry just thinking about it. I killed 100 rare-level soldiers and only got 3,000 points... Doesn't that freak Qingqiu kill over 4,000 rare-level soldiers? Or 20,000 elite-level soldiers? F*ck! Even if it's tens of thousands of pigs, they can't clean up in an hour, right?...]

[Rise, brothers! We have 999,999 people! We can't let just one person step on our heads!]

[That's easy for you to say. Let's not talk about anything else. Why don't you go kill 1,000 rare-level soldiers and try to climb up to 30,000 points!]

The exchange of heated discussion continued…

Qingqiu's points did not increase at all for an entire day.

Most of the players were very excited. They thought that their chance to catch up had come.

However, they suddenly felt powerless when they saw the vast difference in points on the ranking board after working hard for an entire day.

What kind of monster was this to be able to score points beyond their reach in the first hour or two?

They could only pray and hope right now that this bastard, Qing Qiu, had already been eliminated. Or enemies had starkly wiped out his troops.

Especially the top ten players on the ranking board are even holding back their energy.

There was indeed a vow posture of slaying Qingqiu under the horse...

Richard looked at them a few times and found it funny.

Only a handful of soldiers would last 10 minutes if the demon troops besieged these players.

Richard focused on other aspects while he ignored these sand sculpture players, especially the content of the players' exchange dungeons.

He obtained a lot of information after he browsed through it.

The Covenant of Evil was gathered in a city 500 kilometers away from the Templar Empire.

The four great evil factions sent out several spies to harass and investigate the news of Templar City.

The Oath of Light used Templar City as its core and gathered supremely startling troops. It also issued various missions to fight against the Covenant of Evil.

The battle between the two sides outside was very intense.

Many players had received the missions. Some of them were secretly discussing how to collude with the other side's camp and be spies so the other side could complete them.

Richard did not take the war between the two sides in the slightest.

There were those young noble wives who initiated to seduce the other side and let the enemies capture them. Some offered a high reward for helping to get a few elves back...

And some of them had such big ideas on their heads. Such tricks made Richard's mouth twitch when he saw them.

These sand sculptures are inseparable from their nature, no matter what.

They even let themselves go without the threat of death in the dungeon.

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The moon hidden in the clouds in the middle of the night emitted a weak light. It was hazy and was not clear.

The earth was silent. They could not even hear the sound of insects.

This unsettling atmosphere was probably the ultimate picture of the war before.

It was probably because Ferguson's Concealment Power was profoundly secretive, or the demons had distracted the templar dragoons' attention.

Richard, who had been on the road since dusk, was most worried that the situation had not appeared -- the winged angels had not brought the templar dragoons to chase after him.

Just as he was about to open the system map to see how far away they were.

Ferguson suddenly commanded the gargoyle to stop.

It looked into the distance in the night.

Its voice carried a different emotion.

"Templar City... We're here."

Richard was delighted.

He suddenly raised his head and looked through the night. A scene that surprised him appeared at the end of his line of sight.

A towering city stood like a heaven-swallowing behemoth.

Bright torches and magic lamps surrounded and illuminated the towering city walls.

All kinds of exaggerated arrow towers and siege crossbows looked particularly ferocious under the illumination of the light.

This magnificent city in the sky above was an even more striking angel phantom that radiated holy light. It held the sword of holy light in both hands and placed it in front of its chest. The twelve wings on the angel phantom's back made people feel solemn.

The twelve-winged angel phantom was probably more than 300 meters tall.

It still gave people an intense psychological and visual impact even from a distance.

"What is that?"

Richard could not help but ask.

Ferguson's eyes revealed a cold smile.

"That is the ultimate troop building of the Templar Empire -- the Phantom of Cloud City. It can recruit troop types -- angels.

"And the Dragon's Nest in the south recruit templar dragons. They are the two pillars of the Templar Empire.

"They are also the peak battle strength of this city."

Richard's blazed as he looked at the shocking angel phantom image.

The Phantom of Cloud City, angels, Dragon's Nest, and templar dragoons?

These forces were probably the best troops in the "Shining Era".

He clenched his fists tightly.