Kapitel 632: Chapter 632: The Slightly Smug Abyss Lord, This is Trust

Ke Lan left.

Carrying her greatsword, she rode her giant dragon and disappeared into the distant horizon. Even though Ke Lan was reluctant to leave, she knew that if she wanted to defeat the evil god and save Olivia, she had to endure the pain of separation.

Bravely, she charged towards the distance.

Not long after Ke Lan left, Olivia, Sylph, and Tia arrived at Bubble Village.

They came to inquire about Ke Lan's whereabouts. Ke Lan had left them a letter and vanished without a trace. Unable to find her, they finally thought of Bubble Village, Ke Lan's hometown.

They knew how much Ke Lan cared about her father back home.

No matter what happened, she would always come back here.

"Well, Ke Lan came back a while ago. She said the academy sent her to another imperial academy for an exchange program, and it would take three years for her to return. You are her best friends, so you must know about this, right?" Lin Fan asked calmly.

He knew what was going on.

But he couldn't let it show. The plot needed to develop, and as an ordinary farmer, how could he act as if he knew everything?

Hearing Lin Fan's words, they looked at each other, suppressing the unease in their hearts, and forced a smile. "Yes, we all knew. We just didn't expect her to leave early without telling us. We'll go look for her now."

"Goodbye, Uncle!"

They then left the village and ran into the forest outside.

Their expressions were tinged with sadness.

"Ke Lan wants to bear everything by herself. We can't help her at all."

Tia lowered her head, heartbroken. They were best friends, and no matter what happened, they would always share the burden. But now... they could only watch helplessly.

Unable to do anything.

Sylph said, "We should strive to become stronger ourselves."

Olivia said, "That's right. Ke Lan went to train alone to save me, and I can't fall behind either. In the next three years, I will also train hard."

Ke Lan's actions were influencing them. From the time they first joined the Royal Academy, they were still young girls. Now they had gradually matured, capable of holding their own, and even bravely challenging an evil god.

Sylph said, "I'll return to the Elf Clan. There are elders there who can guide me."

Olivia said, "I'll return to the Norla family."

Tia said, "I plan to go back to the Royal Academy and continue my studies."

Each made their preparations.

Then, the three extended their hands, palms overlapping the backs of their hands, looked at each other, and said in unison:

"Let's do our best!"

The Demon Realm.

This was a forbidden place, where other races dared not intrude. Pagoda-shaped skull towers piled up on the dark earth.

An aura of brutality permeated the air.

Demons were ferocious, bloodthirsty, and violent. Even among their own kind, fierce life-and-death duels would occur. There was no kinship here, only the survival of the fittest. The strong held power, while the weak became mere fish on the chopping block.

"King, a major event has occurred in the outside world. Someone summoned a mysterious evil god, and the strongest warriors from various nations joined forces to fight against it, but they were all annihilated by the evil god." A demon warlord reported the situation.

Since they had destroyed the Elf Clan and seized the Water of Life, they had been preparing for a major undertaking. Who could have imagined that the already extinct Elf Clan would be resurrected?

The Demon King knew that things were not simple.

A formidable being had taken notice of this matter.

To avoid trouble, they had been lying low. Now, with the arrival of the evil god, the Demon King felt a shift in the situation and decided to continue observing.

Of course.

Their grand plan would certainly not end here.

"Who is this mysterious evil god?"

"Unknown, but it seems to be a lord from the abyss. It is highly likely that the abyss lords are dissatisfied with their territory in the abyss and want to occupy the living space of the human race."

"Hmph! Very well. Let the abyss lords play with these hateful humans. When the time is right, the light of the demons will once again descend upon this world."

The Demon King turned his back and looked at the ancient portal that radiated light.

It seemed to be summoning some terrifying existence.

However, the required materials were quite numerous, and for the Demon King, more time was needed.

Archimonde had carved out his territory and summoned servants from the abyss.

Now, this play was no longer something he could stop at will.

He needed to continue playing his role.

He was somewhat displeased with the Pope. The fellow didn't show him enough respect. If they had signed a soul-binding contract, the Pope wouldn't dare to cross him, even with ten times the courage.

It was a pity.

There was nothing he could do.

They had already signed a fair contract. It was truly too hasty.

In the forest.

Beside a waterfall.

Ke Lan had been sitting quietly on a boulder for several days. Motionless, she seemed to have entered a state of enlightenment. The rumbling sound of the waterfall, vast and magnificent, did not affect her in the slightest.

Lin Fan ultimately couldn't leave Ke Lan alone and observed her from the shadows.

"Hmm, calming the mind is a good method when cultivating diligently. If your Uncle Zhang were here, he could give you a few acupuncture needles to stimulate your potential."

The current situation was a trial for his daughter, but he hoped Ke Lan could truly rise to the occasion.

Without experiencing some hardships, how could one grow?

Suddenly.

Ke Lan, who had been sitting still for several days, abruptly opened her eyes. With a swing of her sword, she directly cut the waterfall in half. The water flow remained suspended, as if it had truly been severed.

A long time later.

The waterfall roared back to life.

Once again resuming its previous torrential momentum.

"I'm still too weak," Ke Lan muttered to herself.

The pink dragon watched all this, seemingly firming its resolve. It seemed to have decided to put in some effort as well. It was a dragon, after all, and it definitely needed to become stronger.

Lin Fan watched quietly.

Nodding in satisfaction.

Although he couldn't reveal himself, guarding her like this was also a good choice.

Days passed, one after another.

Ke Lan's training had reached an extreme. She carried boulders for physical training and constantly practiced her swordsmanship. It was tedious, but necessary to become stronger.

She practiced diligently, honing her skills until they became instinct.

In battle, each swing of her sword would become a natural reflex.

While practicing her swordsmanship, she didn't neglect her magic training. The power of magic manifested itself in the later stages, and high-level magic possessed terrifying might.

Ke Lan trained relentlessly, and the surrounding magical beasts suffered greatly, becoming her sparring partners. Not only were they beaten, but in the end, they were also slain by Ke Lan.

Their magic cores were extracted and used to cultivate her magical power.

Lin Fan felt a pang of sympathy when he saw Ke Lan and the magical beasts getting hurt.

But there was no other way.

Becoming stronger required effort. When he was becoming stronger, it was the same. He had Old Zhang to help him cultivate, and he often ended up in the hospital for treatment due to his training.

Therefore.

Cultivation was not a simple matter.

The three-person meeting.

Archimonde said, "Haven't we made things a bit too big? Many strong warriors from various empires have come to crusade me. Fortunately, I summoned the abyssal creatures early on, otherwise I would have been overwhelmed."

The Pope said, "There's no other way. At this point, there's no turning back. We can only press on."

"Thank you all for your support." Lin Fan was deeply grateful. Without their help, he definitely wouldn't have been able to achieve this.

They quickly waved their hands and said, "Not at all. We are friends. Being able to help you is our honor."

Lin Fan smiled at them.

His smile was full of friendliness.

It was the friendliness of a friend.

As the abyss lord, Archimonde originally had a grand future, such as dominating the entire abyss or establishing his own territory in the human world.

But now...

Since getting to know Lin Fan and the Pope, Archimonde felt that he had changed.

He no longer possessed the ferocious and domineering aura of an abyss lord.

Lin Fan patted their shoulders and said, "Well, I'll always remember your help. To me, you've become my good friends, good friends."

The Pope and Archimonde smiled.

'Good friends' needed to be emphasized.

Before, they were just ordinary friends, which left them unsatisfied. Now, with such significant progress, they were in high spirits, feeling that their years of effort had not been in vain.

For them, they had finally touched his heart with their sincerity. It was truly wonderful.

While they were talking.

There was a commotion outside.

Lin Fan cast a questioning glance.

Archimonde said casually, "It's nothing, just the usual. Another hero has come to crusade me. Let me see what kind of powerful warrior has appeared this time."

As soon as he finished speaking.

A mirror appeared, and an image emerged. Looking closely, one could see several powerful figures within the image.

"Oh ho, this time it looks quite impressive." Archimonde was surprised.

The Pope said, "Two Saint Magicians, three Saint Warriors. They're well-prepared. This force isn't something a single empire can possess. You haven't been doing anything bad during this time, have you?"

Indeed.

Five Saint-level individuals.

Extraordinary.

Equivalent to the combined strength of two empires. Of course, some empires concealed true powerhouses who might be secluded in some remote mountains and forests, never showing themselves.

If Lin Fan weren't present, Archimonde would definitely be domineering, telling the Pope directly, "Does Abyss Lord Archimonde need anyone's permission to do anything?"

But now...

"How could that be? How could I, Abyss Lord Archimonde, do such things?"

Lin Fan patted his shoulder and said, "I believe you, Pok. Don't casually accuse others. I trust Arc."

Upon hearing this, Arc was almost moved to tears. He never thought that he, an Abyss Lord, would need someone else's trust...

This would have been impossible in the past.

But now, Arc felt a bit smug and proud. He looked at the Pope with a slightly domineering gaze, as if saying, "See? This is trust. Even if you accuse me, it's useless."

The Pope said, "No, I was just saying. I know these Saint-level warriors. They're quite famous."

Lin Fan pondered.

As if he had thought of something.

Perhaps...