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Chapter 355 Incarnation

He felt deeply uneasy, and after seeing the line of people, he couldn't help but doubt his own strength.

He once pried open the future of half a city and the flag of an infected organization, but all of that was "materialized" in front of him, a cloud-breaking ray that could destroy a building and a black snake that could be killed.

But this time, they faced the fall of the three major counties of Victoria, the invisibly spreading bloody plague, the displaced and miserable people, and the Duke's inaction.

And he might not even be able to do what he wanted to do - find the bagpipe alive. One person, two people, three people or a group of more people might not increase the possibility. He lacked the power to find important people, and he had no idea how to end the disaster.

My mind gradually became heavy, and when I opened my eyes again, I saw the mountain road with hazy mountains and rivers, and surrounded by smoke and fog.

"long time no see."

After climbing to the top of the mountain, the dragon girl in the pavilion waved to him. Her eyes were clear and it looked like she was not drunk yet. He hesitated, not knowing how to ask.

"It's been a long time since we last met. Miss Ling won't blame me, will she?" He still stepped into the pavilion, scrolls of calligraphy and poetry written all over them, with an awe-inspiring aura. A slender dragon tail grabbed his wrist and pulled him to sit beside it.

"What's so strange about that? Lively life has its own fun, and quiet life has its own scenery." Ling smiled, but was very keen in perceiving his thoughts. The dragon's tail climbed up his shoulders, and the inky tip of the tail lightly touched his cheek, without directly pointing it out.

"Of course not this. I forgot you in the dormitory several times and asked you to prepare your own meals. It's a bit irresponsible." Ling Dengxian said softly with uneasy thoughts.

"You're not stupid. When did you understand?" Ling raised his eyebrows, but was not too surprised. He retracted his tail, hugged his chest and smiled.

"There are too many hints. It's not a dream, it's all blue, the same gaze, your aura... I just don't understand why you're doing this..." Thinking of some of the stupid things he'd done in front of Xiao Jiao, he felt a little embarrassed to point it out to Ling Dengxian. "And lately, I've been leaving you in the dormitory and letting you fend for yourself. It's really a bit unreasonable..."

"...Alas, a spiritual incarnation doesn't have so many requirements. But since you choose to talk to me about this now, I guess you have something important to discuss, right?" He did not comment on his speculation, but went straight to the core issue.

Ling Dengxian clasped his knees tightly with his five fingers, and finally released his strength. He turned to look at her and wanted to say something about his request, but Yu Yan suddenly came close to him, making him stop talking.

Even in his dreams, he could see every eyelash of "Long" clearly. Perhaps he should feel embarrassed by the abnormal distance between men and women in the behavior of the person in front of him, but at this moment he was actually attracted by the girl's clear and flowing eyes and was deeply immersed in a simple and deep emotion.

"Ling..." He felt a sudden pang of pain in his heart for no apparent reason, a suffocating feeling. The person he was calling smiled heartily, patted his shoulder, and teased, "You're just asking me to help save your sweetheart, aren't you? Why are you being so coy?"

"Because you have nothing to do with this matter..." Ling Dengxian felt his ears getting hot.

"Yes, Ling Dengxian, I've seen it too, Miss Bagpipe, and I'll certainly give you my full support." Ling leaned back against the railing at the edge of the pavilion, his long hair blowing in the wind, and closed his eyes. "But my spiritual incarnation remains on that land ship. Don't be surprised when you wake up—only you can see me. Also, Bai Yan, don't touch my image; it takes time to regenerate."

Ling Dengxian was stunned for a moment when he heard this, but did not ask any more questions. After thanking him, he replied that he could no longer control the white flame.

Ling was silent for a moment, then stood up, picked up the lantern, and used its nimble tail to pull his wrist and lead him out of the pavilion. Outside the pavilion, thick fog had filled the air. Ling led him through the curling fog and finally to a place on the top of the mountain. The fog was still thick here, but after taking one more step, the view suddenly became clear, with no trace of fog blocking the view.

And in front of him was a coast where waves beat against the cliffs at his feet day and night, with no end in sight. The sea in the center was deep, as if it wanted to drag people into a deep place where there was no sunlight.

"Someone was very rude and gave you a 'seed', but because you were not prepared, the White Flame is digesting its existence. You really can't use the White Flame in the short term - but that doesn't mean you can't go all out. When you drive that power, the priority of things naturally changes." Ling explained clearly, as if in a playful mood, and gave him a light push with his tail. He was still in a daze and defenseless, and his center of gravity tilted forward. In fact, if he tried harder, he should be able to keep his balance, but he gave up dancing and chose to face the wind and waves, and was forced to leap straight into the abyss.

"I ordered you to do that!!" Those who should be accused must be accused.

The boundary between haziness and clarity was crossed, and Ling Dengxian woke up in a cold sweat, breathing rapidly and coughing a few times, as if the deep ocean had really choked his lungs.

A hand patted his back lightly, and he quickly calmed his breathing. But he soon realized that it was not Triangle who comforted him. The latter had just gotten up and was simply tidying up his short gray hair. Only then did he turn his head to look at him and ask, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay..." Ling Dengxian turned his head, but did not see the possible figure in white. He felt a little disappointed, but when he turned again, he found the sky-blue-haired dragon girl sitting on the frame of the big wooden box where he was sleeping on the other side with a smile on her face.

He stopped himself from calling out the word "Ling" subconsciously. Ling's figure was not clear, and his sight could even see through her not-so-physical figure to the opposite cave wall.

The last one to keep watch last night was Lappland. She didn't seem to be very sleepy. She just rubbed her eyes and didn't even yawn.

Just when he didn't know whether he should ask Ling for confirmation and was hesitant about how to confirm it, Ling pointed at himself, crossed his index fingers in front of his lips, and shook his head.

No need to speak? He said silently.

Ling shook his head.

You can't speak? Ling Dengxian was slightly stunned.

Ling nodded, reached out and patted his shoulder, indicating that he could influence objective facts.

Ling Dengxian stretched out his hand, but his palm "passed through" her body. It seemed to be a one-way spell projection.

Ling smiled generously and stroked his palm with her fingertips:

It doesn't matter, I'll be here all the time.

Ling Dengxian made up his mind that after this incident, he must find out the connection between himself and Ling, but no matter what, he is now very grateful for her help.

Being able to cast spells to transform objects—a spellcasting ability he had never heard of—his strength should be above his own.

Seeing what he was thinking, Ling showed a worried look.

"White Dove, the real danger zone lies ahead. But at the same time, I just spotted signs of human presence... Are you daydreaming?" Mandela walked into the cave where they were temporarily resting and frowned at his condition. "Are you still suffering from schizophrenia?"

"Go away - you just said you found human traces?" Ling Dengxian quickly got into the state and said seriously.

"Well, after all..."

"It's still twelve kilometers to Xiaoqiu County." Triangle's palms were sweating. These days, she also knew clearly how fierce the enemy was.

Mandela was very unhappy that she had interrupted him, but she didn't argue meaninglessly. She just pretended to be indifferent and said, "I have to go look for my own people... After I find them, I will part ways with you."

Ling Dengxian recalled his time studying Victoria in Qicheng Town and couldn't help but blurt out, "You're quite cultured."

Mandela was blown away. "Part ways" (replaced with a Victorian allusion here) was one of the few "advanced phrases" she knew: "White Pigeon, you *vulgar swearing* want to quarrel?!"

Ling Dengxian didn't understand what was going on. He waved his hand to indicate that he didn't want to argue with her, and stood up to leave.

Dizi, I'm coming to see you.

Londinium, Victoria.

The angry Victorian elite soldier slammed his fist on the table, tearing the newspaper on the table with his action. The gazes of the more than ten silent and angry people in the room were just a spark away from igniting the whole room. They once represented Victoria.

But now they can only sit there. Their travel is not restricted, but they have to report in once a day like this. Every action application they submit only receives a mechanical reply of "under consideration", not to mention touching the combat equipment they are proud of.

The anxious citizens of Londinium were filled with gloom and did not understand why so few Steam Knights went out to fight when the three counties fell.