I Ascend to the Divine Throne through Arcane Means-Chapter 889 - 542: Camp Shifted?

Chapter 889 -542: Camp Shifted?

In the desert at night,

cool moonlight quietly spilled over the undulating sand dunes, draping the vast desert in a soft silver veil.

In the distance, a small oasis lake gleamed like a dazzling pearl, emitting a faint glow under the moonlight, as if the earth’s eye, quietly watching this tranquil and mysterious world.

The lake water gently lapped against the shore, producing pleasant sounds that formed a beautiful harmony with the silence of the night.

Not far away, within the tents, most people were already sound asleep except for the night guards.

The events of the day seemed to have passed, as no one noticed the two figures standing at the edge of the camp.

Lis meticulously observed Fess, who was dressed in black night clothes, with a smile on his face.

“Lord Fess, what brings you here at this hour?”

Upon hearing Lis’s voice, the figure cautiously stepping out of the camp suddenly froze and looked toward where Lis was standing.

Indeed, it was Fess, the Slaughter Knight from the War God Church encountered earlier that day.

“Lord Lis, I just walked out because I was disturbed by the ruthless killing of Sand Clan members by desert bandits today.”

“Why are you here?”

Fess showed a hint of surprise, looking somewhat unexpected.

“Is that so?”

Lis gazed at Fess in front of him and continued:

“It’s quite late to go for a walk now, isn’t it?”

After the encounter with those desert bandits during the day, the caravan brought the remaining Sand Clan members to this oasis.

The situation back then was quite tragic.

The camp in the oasis appeared to be a temporary resting place for this wandering Sand Tribe, but now it had become a hell on earth.

The bandits’ raid was like a torrential storm, breaking the peace here. Many were brutally killed in that instant of fear and despair, their bodies scattered across the camp, their life lights extinguished abruptly at that moment.

The tents and other supplies in the camp were swallowed by a blazing fire, transforming into a rampant sea of flames.

The flames leapt wildly, seemingly ready to devour everything. Thick smoke rolled, obscuring the sky, mingling with the pervasive smell of blood, bringing an overwhelming sense of oppression.

After extinguishing the fire, the caravan, led by Blais, briefly inspected the camp but found no survivors.

It seemed the desert bandits had thoroughly checked, finishing off anyone still breathing.

The caravan could only hastily clean up the Sand Tribe’s camp, bury the bodies, and handle the battlefield, otherwise, the rare water source in this desert would be completely polluted.

Fess also followed the caravan here.

She planned to travel with the caravan to Turte Oasis, intending to persuade Lis and Taya to go to Ambundo City.

Looking at her, it seemed she wouldn’t rest unless Taya joined the War God Church.

As a result, after everyone rested at night, Lis blocked her here.

Seeing Fess still trying to explain, Lis shook his head and said:

“If you want to deceive me, at least find a better excuse, okay?”

“Feeling bad about slaughter, are you really a Slaughter Knight?”

Slaughter Knights of the War God Church, in a sense, are those who kill without blinking, which is determined by their faith.

Strong and cold are the impressions of the church clergy to those living in the Western Desert.

And Slaughter Knights epitomize this.

The Fess before him gave Lis a completely different impression.

Strictly speaking, every Slaughter Knight Lis met in his past life was cold and expressionless, essentially like wooden posts, rarely caring about other things.

Let alone someone like Fess with such rich expressions, reacting like an ordinary professional during their daytime encounter.

Too many expressions!

For others, it might not matter much, as the chances of seeing Slaughter Knights are rare, but for Lis, it was different.

In his previous life, there was a dungeon related to Slaughter Knights in the Western Desert, named [City of Slaughter].

In the dungeon, players needed to cooperate with Slaughter Knights to defeat the boss behind the scenes.

In this dungeon, players could get the help of six different Slaughter Knights, but could only choose one.

The dungeon rewards were quite good, the most precious being a specialty that enhanced direct combat ability.

Lis brought many people to run this dungeon back then, making a small fortune, so he remembered the strategy very clearly.

Those six Slaughter Knights had their own specialties, some were also female.

But they were all murderous and expressionless.

So Lis quickly suspected Fess.

“You seem to have some prejudice against us.”

“Who says the War God Church members can’t speak properly?”

Fess spread her hands helplessly and said upon hearing Lis’s words.

Seeing her expression, it even felt like Lis was making a fuss.

“Lord Lis, I’m not going to do anything to you, just taking a walk.”

“No need to be so tense, right?”

Fess smiled at Lis, her dark eyes showing no emotion.

“Maybe it’s unrelated to us, but what about those desert bandits?”

Lis shook his head slightly and said softly:

“You mean I have something to do with those desert bandits?”

“What nonsense!”

“I am a Slaughter Knight of the War God Church!”

Fess’s expression became serious instantly, staring fixedly at Lis.

She even started to mobilize her strength, looking as if ready to attack.

Lis didn’t seem to notice, standing there relaxed, seemingly unfazed by any threat.