Unholy Player-Chapter 137: Massive Profit (Part 1)

"Little brother, how’s it going?" Malrik turned his Frost Wyvern mid-air the moment he saw Adyr approaching with steady wingbeats.

Adyr took a quick glance at the situation. "Preparations are complete. How much longer can Lady Liora hold on?"

Now that he was looking, it was clear. The massive ape’s six arms trembled like old women struggling with grocery bags. Its thick brown fur was drenched in sweat, and blood dripped from the corner of its mouth. There was no need to ask—it was nearing its limit.

"At most, half an hour. After that, she’ll need to rest. We must be ready by then," Malrik said. If Adyr’s plan failed, they’d be stepping into a deathtrap.

"That’s more than enough," Adyr replied with a nod, then pointed toward the massive structure slowly advancing down the broad street. "I need your help moving that thing close to the Colossith."

"Thing?" Malrik paused, then followed Adyr’s finger—and froze.

Emerging from the shadows of the ruined city was a colossal object, almost like a mirror, its reflective surface blending perfectly with the environment. Dozens of knights struggled to push it forward on reinforced wheels.

"Is that the thing you built to stop the Colossith?" Malrik’s tone wasn’t skeptical—just incredulous. The fact that Adyr had constructed something that massive in such a short time clearly stunned him. Even from this distance, in the gloom, it was obvious: the materials weren’t ordinary.

First, the surface wasn’t standard iron. It was too smooth, too refined, and radiated a durability far beyond conventional metal. Second, Malrik couldn’t recall any smith in the kingdom capable of shaping metal into such seamless, polished panels. freёweɓnovel_com

"Yeah. We just need to deploy it close to the Spark. But as you know, the knights can’t get near," Adyr said plainly.

Even at this distance, he could feel the pulsing vibrations in the air rattling through his cells. For ordinary mortals, getting too close would mean instant death—their bodies shredded and splattered across the pavement before they could even react.

"Yes, you’re right. Just give me a moment—I’ll bring the others, and we’ll move it together." Malrik nodded quickly, then steered his wyvern toward the other two Rank 3 practitioners.

A minute later, the three of them approached Adyr.

Now, up close, Adyr finally had a chance to examine the other Rank 3s in detail.

"This is Lady Mirela Valmora," Malrik said without delay.

Mirela had hair that flowed down to her waist in radiant, rainbow hues, and her eyes shimmered with the same iridescent blend of colors. She looked like a young woman, though her aura hinted at far more experience.

She wore a simple, white one-piece dress that contrasted beautifully with her deep bronze skin. Behind her, a pair of vibrant, butterfly-like wings fluttered gently in the air, giving her the appearance of a forest fairy drifting through moonlight.

"Hello, Adyr. We finally meet," she said with a smile that could captivate any man. It was obvious she already knew of him and had been looking forward to this moment for some time.

"Nice to meet you, Lady Mirela." Adyr, bare-chested with only the lower half of his black tactical uniform on, his jet-black hair, dark eyes, and stark white wings, stood in sharp contrast to her. But Mirela didn’t seem the least bit bothered.

On the contrary, she raised an eyebrow at his poise and returned his greeting with a pleased smile.

"And this is Lord Lucen Varncrest," Malrik continued, wasting no time.

The moment Adyr laid eyes on him, he was reminded of the archetypes he used to read about in cultivation novels.

He stood upright on top of a massive, snow-white flying duck without wobbling in the slightest. His long black hair flowed down his back, and his long, sect-like white robe fluttered behind him. A single longsword was strapped to his back. From every angle, he looked like a walking sect young master.

"Young man, I heard your plan from Malrik. I must say, it’s brilliant," Lucen said flatly, without a smile, but his tone made it clear the praise was genuine.

"Thank you, Lord Lucen. But we can’t call it brilliant until it works," Adyr replied with a polite nod.

In the eyes of every practitioner present, he had fully embodied the image of a humble, ethically grounded young man.

"Okay, enough chitchat. Big Sister Liora can’t hold on much longer. We need to hurry," Mirela said, blinking her rainbow-colored eyes as her butterfly-like wings fluttered. She rushed off toward the massive structure advancing through the heart of the city.

The others, realizing how critical the situation was, decided to postpone introductions and followed her.

Hundreds of knights, having removed their full-body armor to reduce weight, kept pushing the enormous structure on crude wheels. Their sweaty, muscular bodies gleamed under the washed-out sunlight as they strained with everything they had, trying to endure the tremors rippling through their flesh.

Suddenly, a soft voice echoed through the silent street, prompting them to look up at the sky.

"Well done, dear warriors of my kin. You’ve done a great job. Now, please rest and let us take it from here," Mirela’s gentle, soul-soothing voice filled the air.

The citizens watching from windows and doorways, ready to help if needed, raised their heads the moment they heard her. Upon seeing the fairy-like figure hovering above them, they couldn’t contain their excitement.

"That’s Lady Mirela Valmora. She’s so beautiful!"

"I never thought I’d see her with my own eyes... I can die peacefully now."

"Don’t say something that stupid! They’re doing all this to keep everyone alive. But... she really does look like a goddess."

As awe and murmurs spread through the crowd, many of whom were seeing their idols for the first time, Mirela simply offered a soft smile in acknowledgment and gently descended to the knights below.

And just as the people tried to process her presence, still absorbing every detail, they saw the others arrive.

"Ahhh, look! That’s Lord Malrik Azven. His blue wyvern is so cool!"

"Look! Lord Lucen is here. His face is flawless!"

"Hey... who’s that man? The one who looks really young. I haven’t seen him before."

"Shh! Don’t talk so casually. Can’t you see his wings? He’s a practitioner, too. Mind your manners."

The street came alive with whispers and cheers, turning the area into something like a festival. Even the knights, having completed their duty, stepped back with reverent eyes, watching the practitioners in silence.

"Looks like I don’t need your help. I can handle it myself," Mirela said with a laugh as she flew up and landed atop the massive structure.

Then she raised her hand, and dozens of dark green vines shot out, wrapping around the entire structure like a net. Once she was certain it was fully secured, she grasped it and, without a single drop of sweat or visible effort, began to lift it with her delicate wings.

You’ve got to be kidding me... Adyr narrowed his eyes, unable to stop the thought.

That structure had to weigh well over a ton, yet Mirela—with her small frame and seemingly fragile wings—was flying with it as if it were nothing.

"So, where should I drop it?" Mirela asked, her voice calm, her smile unshaken, as if carrying the massive weight posed no challenge at all.

Malrik and Lucen didn’t seem surprised. They simply turned to Adyr, waiting for his answer.

"Please follow me, Lady Mirela," Adyr replied, forcing a polite smile before flying beyond the city walls. The other practitioners followed close behind.

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