Fey Evolution Merchant - Chapter 499

The gray-haired man humbly walked over to the thorn apple and fell to his knees.

The glimmer that was in the gray eyes had disappeared, leaving only sincerity.

“Tower Canon, Tower of War, Battlefield Division’s Ashes Team. Hunting-Ashes greets Lord Seventh Page War. I’m willing to sacrifice my unworthy life to carry out your decree.”

The gray-haired man dipped his head and kowtowed before the thorn apple. He reached out and plucked the golden lush thorn apple from the ground, holding it gingerly.

He threw the golden thorn apple into the evolving Class 3 dimensional rift.

With the energy of the dimensional hub, the golden thorn apple started to slowly wither.

The wilting golden thorn apple released a large burst of energy, pushing the dimensional hub’s spatial energy up a level.

This resulted in the evolving dimensional rift to open and widen by three times.

Four pieces of source-type items immediately fell from the ripped-open dimensional rift.

When the decay of the thorn apple reached the flower core, more energy was released.

The recently evolved water world dimensional rift instantly began to evolve toward Class 5.

At that moment, the gray-haired man caught sight of the tall, dark green-haired man he had dispatched, leading about 50 people toward him.

The gray-haired man fished out a small palm-sized plate. It was carved with intricate and complex golden patterns.

The plate shook, and a large purplish-gray egg appeared in the man’s hand.

The people behind the tall man looked intensely troubled.

However, the tall man was as deadpan as ever, his eyes completely devoid of life.

It seemed as though he knew what was coming.

A dark-skinned man emerged from the crowd and asked the gray-haired man, “Lord Hunting-Ashes, we might not have been in a dead-end if someone had discovered us being sucked into the dimensional rift here. But since you evolved the dimensional rift, you’ve essentially locked the dimensional rift. Now we—”

The dark-skinned man did not even manage to finish speaking as one look from the gray-haired man made him shut up.

The dark-skinned man’s chest tightened, and he felt as though a layer of dust had settled over his heart. The pressure was indescribable.

“Where do you want to go if we don’t seal this up?” enquired the gray-haired man.

The dark-skinned man’s face tensed. The way he looked at the gray-haired man displayed much less obedience than the tall man.

“Of course we need to stay here to continue doing as Lord Chanter Crow says.”

At the mention of Chanter Crow, disgust flashed across the gray-haired man’s face.

“The crow wanted you to stay here to maintain the dimensional rift’s regular functionality and the covert operations outside of the dimensional rift. Is it done? If someone barges in, it’ll be your responsibility to become guardians.”

A dark green-haired girl frowned. Her tone lacked respect, and she was suspicious. “Lord Hunting-Ashes, the contracted feys we have here are normally used to maintain the dimensional rift’s regular functionality. Their abilities are not suited for battle. If we are to become guardians, we will suffer losses for sure. Lord Crow will be displeased. May I ask where the three king-class experts under Lord Crow are? We need them to stabilize the situation. They’ll be of much more use than us.”

The green-haired girl’s tone suddenly changed to one of overt fury. “Lord Hunting-Ashes, the 30 people you sent out are usually in charge of cleaning. By sending them to the front lines, you’ve signed their death sentences. Who shall do the cleaning now?”

The gray-haired man scanned the faces of the people present. He turned, forced a smile, and said to the tall man, “I must have caused a lot of trouble for you by sending you out on tasks. I didn’t know that I had lost so much influence. I wonder if the Chanting Crow would dare speak to me in such a manner if he was still alive!”

When the tall man heard what the gray-haired man said and glimpsed his expression, he was immediately gripped by terror.

Although Lord Crow was a peak Suzerain/Myth II fey, it was only a Chanter in the Tower of War.

Meanwhile, Hunting-Ashes might not possess much power, but he was affiliated with an impressive Battlefield Division team.

The Ashes Team members held higher positions than the Tower of War’s Chanters, some of whom were comparable with Lead Chanters.

Every Ashes Team member controlled a carcinoma fey that could incite disasters. Lord Seventh Page War had handpicked each fey.

The entrance of any Ashes Team member in battle was sure to result in destruction.

However, they had been keeping a low profile since they were here.

Luckily, they had been guarding the dimensional hub and had not learned that Lord Crow had died.

Otherwise, they might not have been able to bring themselves to move, even if Lord Hunting-Ashes’s signal flag had been raised.

The tall man was preparing to speak and control the situation, but he suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his abdomen.

The tall man fell to the ground.

His contracted fey came out despite not having been summoned.

The tall man’s pain seemed to intensify, and he sprawled out on the ground feebly.

The tall man closed his eyes in resignation and prepared to draw his last breath.

The other 50 people who had come with the tall man all exhibited the same symptoms.

Hunting-Ashes pumped spiritual power into the large purplish-gray egg in his hands.

An elegantly slender poisonous bee hatched from the egg. Its body mirrored the color of the egg.

When the poisonous bee appeared, the gray-haired man instructed it to fly to the faces of each fallen spirit qi professional.

The bee’s stinger pierced the back of each of their heads, and something strange started occurring at the back of their heads.