Moreover, its conflict with Salrutaka could very likely cause Fenris Isle to sink into the Abyssal Sea.

As is well-known, beneath the Abyssal Sea rests the eternal slumber of gods, a region not even Divine Strength can reach, let alone any starlight. The disaster of Aithelin a millennium ago is still recorded in many documents, a catastrophe that profoundly changed the history of Eteliria.

But no one expected such a tragedy to be replayed—

Indeed, under such a world mission, what could these Level 15 "little horns" do? Not to mention participating in battles among gods, even in the conflicts between the noble families in Golande, they would be deemed too weak even for cannon fodder.

"Friend, we…" the man who obviously was the Chairman couldn't help but speak up.

But Fang Hong had no intention of wasting words with these people.

He simply replied:

"If you still want to try, then follow me—"

With that, he continued walking towards the deeper parts of the ruins.

The people of the Silver Weslan also closed up their formation, closely following behind him.

Those who had survived looked at each other in confusion, not understanding what following the others would achieve. Could it be to stop Toragotos? What a joke, that's a legendary Green Dragon that could blow them into oblivion with a single breath.

Those who could confront it directly, probably not even a handful could be counted throughout the entirety of Colin-Ishurian, and if group battles were considered, perhaps only the top three guilds within the China Competition Region would be capable of contending with it.

However outlandish their thoughts might have been, they couldn't bring themselves to voice them.

Not to mention that the Silver Weslan had saved their lives. Moreover, it seemed there was no way back in this place—stay behind? They feared the surge of the Undead would arrive soon, but this time, there wouldn't be any campaign-level magic from the military to cleanse the area for them.

Speaking of which, these people were still slightly bewildered.

How had the other party managed to direct the military's campaign-level magic?

The military generally had its own specialized action teams, and although they occasionally cooperated with the major guilds, in such an emergency, why would they let a youth training team intervene in the incident? Even if the other party was from the elite squad of the Silver Weslan, no matter what, they were still just Level 15 newcomers.

The pale-faced young man thought more and more that it was improbable, quietly asking the Chairman beside him what they should do next.

Yet that native seemed quite open-minded: "I think what that person said makes sense, we're all going to die anyway, why not give it a try?"

The Chairman felt somewhat tempted as well.

And it was at this moment.

He suddenly faltered slightly and looked at his communication crystal, which had activated automatically, lighting up.

"Invoker ID, 079031152H, name, Eternal Night," the voice that came through the crystal carried a static noise, "Requesting identity verification, this is Stargate Union Campaign Command, authorization for command has been transmitted—"

The Chairman was stunned.

Authorization for command? Identity verification, this is...?

While he could barely believe the possibility, he looked at the authorization document slowly refreshing on his system page, the inner tumult difficult to contain.

Yet, the instincts of an Invoker still made him calm down, and he nodded, saying: "That's me."

"Invoker 079031152H, in accordance with the duties and rights of the 'Stargate Declaration,' I now, on behalf of the Stargate Port Special Emergency Force, issue a conscription to you, please converge in the designated area with my unit within ten minutes."

"Invoker 079031152H, we now need your capabilities and sense of responsibility to help us overcome all difficulties."

"I formally declare to you, from this moment on, Fenris Isle enters the highest alert status."

"Invoker 079031152H, the 'Stargate Declaration' is with you and me—"

He was completely stunned on the spot.

This indeed was the Conscription Decree for Invokers.

He had only heard of its existence from the seniors, though indeed the "Stargate Declaration" did bind the duties of Invokers, the military seldom truly utilized this clause—it last appeared, reportedly, at the end of the Battle of Bain.

At that time, Colin-Ishurian, Osh, and the Ancient Tower issued a widespread Conscription Decree within their territories against the Dragon Worship Sect and the Immortals, launching a massive purge operation.

And since the last Conscription Decree, it had been a swift twelve years.

The Chairman raised his head to see that everyone was looking at him.

He nodded slowly, took out his Glow Material badge from his pocket, and pinned it on his left chest—that was the oath of Stargate, a duty and responsibility all Chosen upheld. Although for many years, it had been seen as more of a symbolic gesture.

But in this moment, it was as if people suddenly felt the call from the Pioneers of the Stargate Era, a century before.

"Hear my command, everyone," said the Chairman in a low voice: "Follow the people of Silver Weslan, do everything in your power to help them complete their mission."

And at this moment.

The same scene was repeatedly played out in the darkness below.

Almost all Invokers who had entered the ruins now had their Communication Crystals lighting up, and then a somewhat steady, serious voice was asking them:

"Invoker ID, 079052163H, name, Heaven's Falling Blossom, requesting identity verification..."

"Invoker ID, 079043992H, name, Slvas, requesting identity verification..."

"Invoker ID, 078093974H, name, Gabriel, requesting identity verification..."

"I am."

"I am——"

"Indeed, it is I."

...

"Invoker ID, 079043165H, name, Alice, requesting identity verification..."

"Miss Alice, are you listening?"

"Miss Alice?"

The girl silently looked at the crystal in her hand.

After a good while, she suddenly let out a light sigh, turned the crystal off, and put it back in her pocket.

As if she thought for a very long time, she then glanced once more into the darkness, turned around, and walked towards the pyramid before her.

There, the members of the Jiefulite Red Cloak Team were clearly showing signs of impatience, and Alice glanced at the Communication Crystals on their collars—almost all of their crystals were dim and lightless. She hesitated for a moment before stepping forward.

"What were you doing outside?" an official from the Jiefulite Red Cloak Team asked.

"The Rain Listeners were inquiring about my whereabouts."

"You're still in contact with them?"

"Of course," Alice answered softly, "They think I'm my sister."

The Dwarf that Fang Hong had previously encountered looked at her doubtfully: "Your Communication Crystal still works?"

Alice nodded.

"But our crystals are almost all being interfered with," the Dwarf answered gruffly.

"That's normal," she responded somewhat dismissively, "My crystal is the same, sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. You should be well aware, Dark Forces interfere with and block Starlight, just like in this place."

Alice looked around: "Here, you can't even resurrect."

"Dead Silence Zone."

The Dwarf nodded: "Let's go, are you sure that thing is in this place?"

"You know very well," Alice said calmly, "I have no benefits from deceiving you, Rain Listening is finished, and since I promised to join you, I've shown enough sincerity." She glanced outside, "Without the map in my hand, could you have given the Silver Weslan the slip?"

At the mention of Silver Weslan, everyone in the Jiefulite Red Cloak Team tensed up again and no longer wasted time talking.

It was Alice who asked with interest, her voice light, almost mockingly, "Speaking of which, weren't you negotiating with the Night Lizard People to meet here? Where are they? Are you sure you can get the reward from Salrutaka? I've heard it's an Evil God."

"It is the god of the Lizardmen," the Dwarf answered in his deep voice, "Don't ask about anything else. The Night Lizard People will be waiting for us ahead. We've gone to great lengths to allow their prophets entry to this place."

Alice, upon hearing this, nodded and fell silent.

And on the other end of the underground—

Fang Hong was leading the people of Silver Weslan out of the end of the ruins; not far ahead was the cyan Light Bridge. He had only glanced at it when Ambassador Liao's voice came through the communication channel:

"The channel for the spell is becoming unstable. The spell is estimated to last another twenty minutes. You must cross these Light Bridges within twenty minutes; hence, the preparation time for the next spell will be very long."

"However, next, we will once again increase the Magic Power Output, and that will be the best opportunity for you to cross these bridges."

At the same time, the cold voice of Virus also sounded: "Be warned, prior observations showed a large number of Dragon's Servants gathering ahead; you had best prepare for combat."

Fang Hong nodded lightly.

He understood that success or failure hinged on this moment.

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