Chapter 364: The Master of Senhaeser

Chapter 364: The Master of Senhaeser

“Family Ranking”

“Rank 10: Mist Clan – Senhaeser”

The Mist Clan.

This name sounds a bit odd. Why is Senhaeser only ranked 10th? It should at least be in the top 3... Despite her complaints, Qenna’s joy was evident on her face.

Because Senhaeser had successfully made it onto the ranking, recognized by the Weaving Festival as having the ability to extend into the future!

As for the ranking rewards, nothing was more valuable than this confirmed future!

However, when they took a closer look, their expressions changed.

The background of the image vaguely showed Vamora Herding, but unlike the current iron jungle, it was a more refreshing and nature-embracing Vamora. Broken walls, benches, and streets were covered with resilient flowers and grass. Thick white mist flowed like rivers on the ground. Under the caress of the radiant sunlight, the entire Vamora took on a dreamlike ‘paradise’ appearance.

In paradise, naturally, there are angels.

In the center of the image floated a large group of extremely pure and beautiful people. Although they had no wings, they walked in the sky with such elegance, as if they were at a ball. Their clothing, primarily green and white, was the main color scheme of Senhaeser. Their appearance was beyond description, crafted with such precision that it was hard to fathom them in any mundane activity. The binary gender division lost all meaning here.

From the image alone, everyone thought it was the angels of Senhaeser guarding Vamora, this paradise.

Until they saw the introduction below.

“Rank 10: Mist Clan – Senhaeser”

“Mist Clan: A new necromancy troop type primarily composed of Senhaeser clansmen, generally possessing the basic traits of ‘Vamora Herding’, ‘Mist Healing’, and ‘the Longest Dream’.”

“Vamora Herding: When a Mist Clan member is in the Vamora region, the white mist will transform into any form according to their will, capturing any intelligent creature that steps into Vamora.”

“Mist Healing: When white mist is present nearby, the Mist Clan member is immortal, able to heal their spirit using the white mist at any time.”

“The Longest Dream: Mist Clan members can drag living beings into a rebirth dream. Once a being is seduced and lost in the rebirth dream, they will be transformed into new Mist Clan members.”

“Patriarch: Qenna Senhaeser / Nona Senhaeser”

“...New necromancy troop type?”

Qenna murmured, “Senhaeser... has everyone turned into the undead?”

Leite sneered, “That’s what you get for getting involved with Ashe—”

The air whistled briefly, sending ripples of malice across the outer wall of the Sanctuary that Cleos had conjured in an instant. Feeling extremely vexed, Qenna coldly glared at Leite, who immediately mimed zipping his lips, signaling that he would stop his snide comments.

“Take a good look at the flowers and grass in the background,” said the man with glasses suddenly.

Cleos and Leite focused their gazes but couldn’t see anything special. Cleos tilted her head slightly. “Huh? The green grass on this bench... it almost forms a human shape, a female.”

These outsiders naturally couldn’t discern the underlying implications. Only the patriarch of the Six Heraldry understood what this scene signified—the Beauty Houttuynia had grown onto the ground!

The Beauty Houttuynia Farm was a miraculous Ritual Track facility arranged by a legendary necromancer. Beauty Houttuynia plants would never grow outside the farm. However, in the image, not only had the Beauty Houttuynia invaded countless homes, but the density of the flowers and grass, almost covering the ground, suggested that at least tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands, of people would have to die to create such a grand display.

Moreover, with all the Senhaeser clansmen transformed into mist spirits, the patriarch of the Six Heraldry easily concluded: in the future, the entire city of Vamora would perish, and all the living would be converted into Beauty Houttuynia. The sole survivors, the Senhaeser, could not maintain their human form and thus transformed into mist spirits, relying on the home-field advantage of the Beauty Houttuynia to eke out an existence.

However, there was a small problem here—hundreds of thousands of people dying due to a catastrophe was normal, but hundreds of thousands turning into Beauty Houttuynia was highly abnormal!

Because these two female elves were none other than the Senhaeser patriarch and her second-in-command, Qenna and Nona!

“I just wanted to experience the thrill of falling, besides, I have wings, why were you in such a hurry to catch me?”

“But we must protect our master...”

“Forget it, I was just about to find you two. Kneel and extend your hands.”

The elves obediently knelt on one knee before the mysterious man, who took out two rings and personally placed them on their fingers.

“From today onwards, you are the commanders of the Mist Spirit Legion. These rings are the tokens of the Miracle I bestow upon you. When I blow the horn and declare war on eternity, Senhaeser will be my Vanguard.”

“Yes, Master!” The elves looked up at the mysterious man, their pointed ears trembling slightly as if in anticipation. The mysterious man bent down, gently caressed their faces, and revealed his profile.

The elves nuzzled his hand affectionately and fervently swore, “We pledge our lives to follow Ashe Heath!”

The video ended.

The 72nd floor of the Senhaeser building fell into silence.

The heraldry patriarchs were at a loss for words.

Cleos looked at her fellow elves with a strange expression.

Leite wanted to say something but ultimately kept his mouth shut—he had a premonition that if he spoke carelessly, he might not leave Vamora alive.

As for Qenna, who was directly involved, she remained calm. She glanced at the Mist Spirit Ring on her hand and tried to pull it off.

It wouldn’t budge.

She paused, drew a dagger from the thigh holster, and aimed it at her finger—

“Senhaeser, calm down!”

“This is your sister’s body!”

The heraldry patriarchs quickly stopped Qenna from harming herself, and she soon regained her composure. She tossed the dagger aside and dashed towards the window, leaping into the night sky!

She didn’t form wings or open the Gospel Book but directly used the Mist Spirit Ring she had just received, transforming into a mist spirit and flying over Vamora!

“Senhaeser, where are you going!?”

“To find our ‘master’!”

Qenna said through gritted teeth, her face flushing with shame and anger. The thought of Ashe’s condescending attitude in the video, and her own fervent devotion to him, made the Sanctuary sorcerer feel a burning fire in her chest, her breath quickening.

How dare you treat me like a pet and expect me to kneel before you?

How dare you touch my face?

How dare you involve my sister and me...

Just wait until I have you locked up, then you’ll see who the real master is!