Of course, "he" could also be an illusion, a puppet, or something else, but the essence is the same – Cloud Peak City was probably invaded by the envoys of God long ago.

"That's a mountain fortress with tens of thousands of people..." Rock muttered. With the means of the envoys of God, it is not difficult to destroy something. After all, they can tear open rifts and create erosion. But to complete an invasion under the eyes of tens of thousands of people, and in the end, no one noticed it, this ability is a bit incredible.

"I also hope that I am wrong, but this is the most reasonable conclusion." Roland sighed.

The dream world has relatively independent rules, so that the envoys of God cannot exert their full power. If they want to do something, they need the support of magic power.

And the places where the cores of Fallen Evils are stored relatively more are Prism City and Cloud Peak City.

It seems that it was no coincidence that the envoys of God chose to appear from the underground of Prism City at the beginning—as outsiders, they were not completely ignorant of this world.

Perhaps after the destruction of Prism City, the other party had already set their sights on the association headquarters. As for the envoys of God who stayed there, besides looking for opportunities to assassinate Jieluo, the rest were just a cover to hide their intentions.

"It's meaningless to worry here. We'll know when we get there." Roland pressed on Rock's shoulder. "Remember what I said? Now both worlds are fighting against the gods, and the association has made many contributions to the war of divine will. Now it's my turn to repay you."

"Mr. Roland..."

"Leave the rest to me."

Under Rock's solemn gaze, Roland walked out of the hall.

Fei Yuhan and Vakiris were waiting for him outside.

The former was not surprised. As a promising new generation with outstanding strength in the association, she would always be where it was most dangerous. But the latter was a bit strange—he didn't think that Vakiris would have any feelings for the dream world, let alone fight to protect it. According to ordinary people, they should find an inconspicuous place to slack off.

The repeated defeats of the envoys of God do not mean that they are not a threat. Even within the framework of the dream world, they can easily kill a martial artist. Vakiris is no longer the Nightmare Lord of the past. Losing the magic stone's ability, it is not much different from ordinary martial artists. Going to Cloud Peak City will inevitably be fraught with danger.

"Don't look at me with such a strange expression," Vakiris said unhappily. "I just want to confirm what the gods and envoys of God that you often talk about look like. If it were you, you wouldn't be indifferent to such an opportunity, right?"

Roland shrugged, "...You're right."

Just as they were talking, the roar of a helicopter came from the distance of the camp—the moment of departure had arrived.

What followed was a day and a half of running around.

Being picked up by a helicopter to the airport, then taking a special plane to the destination, and finally, after simple grouping and explaining the task, being sent to the battle area by a military helicopter.

It can be seen that the government's disaster emergency mechanism has been fully activated. Congested traffic appeared only when approaching Cloud Peak City within a hundred kilometers, and the order of the fleeing people was also controlled by the disaster relief army, without completely falling into chaos.

Vakiris had been staring out the window since the moment of takeoff. After getting on the special plane, it even asked to change to a window seat, obviously full of curiosity about this first experience.

"Except for the noise, the speed is not bad. At least it's faster than I can fly." After a long time, it sighed. "Humans do have a unique ability to study the laws of the world."

"You can fly too?" Fei Yuhan asked with great interest.

"Unless restricted by magic power and volume, most Advancers will choose to fuse a magic stone with the ability to move quickly, which naturally includes flying."

"How about it? Now you know the potential of human beings, right?" Roland did not forget to boast.

"Unfortunately...there are no traces of magic power on this." Vakiris shrugged.

"Why do you say that?" Fei Yuhan asked, puzzled. "If airplanes need magic power to be used, then only martial artists like us can drive them."

"No, what I mean is, without using magic power, you can create such precise machinery. What about adding the power of magic power?" Vakiris said slowly. "I have been thinking about the difference between the gods and us. Could it be on this point? After all, magic power is also one of the rules of the world."

Roland raised his eyebrows in surprise. Should he say that it's worthy of being the Nightmare Lord? In less than half a year since arriving in the dream world, he has already learned to understand things with scientific thinking.

It seems that the saying that longevity is an obstacle to civilization is not necessarily correct.

The key lies in what kind of person the long-lived person is.

By noon the next day, Roland had already seen Cloud Peak City standing on the top of the mountain.

The city at the foot of the mountain was filled with smoke, and explosions could be heard from time to time—obviously, martial artists from all over the world were fighting against the Fallen Evils. Compared to the orderly evacuation team, this place was more like a real battlefield.

Probably even they themselves did not expect that the enemy would have a day to rush onto the streets in groups.

And Roland's task was very clear, which was to go straight to the center of this incident, the association headquarters.

The helicopter took the group directly to the assembly point on the mountainside, where more than twenty martial artists from other branches were waiting for his arrival.

Probably having been told in advance, the crowd did not greet each other, nor did they question Roland's identity. After a brief exchange, they confirmed the basic route and division of labor. Compared with the first joint extermination operation, those who came this time were obviously elites of actual combat, not only cooperating tacitly but also having a high degree of discipline.

The structure of Cloud Peak City is exactly the opposite of Prism City. Since the erosion here appeared in mid-air, the association built a high tower to wrap it inside. However, considering the issue of evacuation and rescue, there are hidden passages under the tower that connect to the top of the tower. As long as you are familiar with the route, you can avoid the Fallen Evils wandering on the top of the mountain.

Under the guidance of the headquarters' guide, the assault team encountered almost no obstacles. The few Fallen Evils they encountered were quickly resolved silently, without even needing Roland to take action.

Soon, the group arrived at the top isolation room where the cores were stored.

It was a huge room similar to a barrel, with metal walls storing the fallen cores collected by the headquarters so far. In the center of the room was a platform that could move up and down, and two mechanical arms used to grab the cores. In terms of grandeur, Cloud Peak City was no less than Prism City.

And the figure standing in the center of the platform was the president of the Martial Artist Association.

However, when "he" turned around, he gradually turned into another person—this change was not completed in the blink of an eye, but gradually reorganized his facial features at a speed visible to the naked eye. His height also decreased a lot, eventually forming the appearance of an unfamiliar woman.

"I am the envoy of God, Ipsilon." She said calmly, "Roland, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Being waited for by the enemy is never a good thing, which means that everyone is likely to be in a trap, but unexpectedly, Roland did not hear any movement from the others.

If it were Fei Yuhan, she should have drawn her sword and prepared for action at this moment—

He glanced slightly to his side, and his heart sank.

His surroundings were empty, without a single person.