I Can Summon All the Gods

The next day, Locke woke up from the intermittent noise. He then ended practice and walked out of the tent, seeing that everyone had begun to pack up their equipment.

After several days of recovery and practice, the situation in Locke's body had improved a lot. Although the small universe still felt blocked when he used his divine power, his body had mostly recovered. At present, even if he didn't use his strength, Locke was confident to defeat the ordinary level-6 practitioners only with his physical strength.

The mercenaries around were very busy, so they didn't say much when they saw Locke. They just greeted him.

Locke found Taut in the crowd.

Hearing that Locke was going to help, Taut hesitated for a while. After Locke said that he had recovered physical strength, he was relieved and then handed over some things to Locke.

Slap~

Locke threw a tent onto the carriage.

At present, the small universe in his body was still very unstable, coupled with the influence of the demon pattern, he couldn't use a large scale of divine power. What he needed to do now was to stabilize the situation in the small universe, restore his strength, and find a way to eliminate the hidden peril in his body.

In fact, he also wanted to go back to Lister directly. But after careful consideration, he rejected this method. First of all, here was the Catacoton Kingdom. There were countless powerful warriors. If he went on his way with his badly injured body, he would undoubtedly encounter many uncontrollable variables.

In addition, the force behind the black-robed man was powerful. If the enemy found him according to the mark on his body, he would be in a more difficult situation. Therefore, the best way now was to recover and improve his strength, and then go to meet Athena and the others.

He believed that Athena and the others must have a way to deal with this hateful demon pattern.

He turned around and smelled a faint fragrance. When he looked up, he saw a pair of slender and fair legs. He looked up and saw Irene's beautiful face and the angry eyes of the maid.

"What are you looking at, bastard."

The maid stared at Locke.

Locke shook his head with a bitter smile. He didn't continue to argue with the owner of the voice. He nodded at Irene slightly and turned around to leave.

"Look at his attitude!"

Seeing Locke leave so coldly, the maid was even angrier.

"Vera, be nice to him." A soft voice came from Irene's mouth. Looking at Locke's handsome back, she whispered to the maid beside her, "He is still injured."

Although Locke's body had mostly recovered, he still gave people a weak feeling at this time as his small universe hadn't recovered, which made her feel moved with compassion.

The maid pouted and said, "But he is really too rude."

However, seeing that Irene was so serious, she didn't say anything more. She could only sigh that her lord was so kind.

"His voice sounds good."

Looking at the direction in which Locke left, Irene murmured to herself with a gleam shining in her eyes.

"Miss, what are you talking about?"

"Nothing. Let's get on the carriage quickly."

Irene said to the maid, blushing slightly.

"She is really a kind person."

Locke, who was tidying up the tent in the carriage, sighed in his heart. In this chaotic world where strength was the most important, there were very few people who had such a heart.

"Let's go!"

With a shout, the convoy drove again.

Three days passed quickly. In the past few days, Locke was mainly responsible for everyone's diet and other chores. Taut didn't feel any magic or fighting spirit aura from Locke, so he only thought that Locke had lost his strength because of the space windstorm, and now he was an ordinary person, so Taut didn't arrange too much work for Locke.

Along the way, they met a lot of magical beasts, but they were all cleared up by the team.

On the fourth day, Locke found that the atmosphere of the whole mercenary had changed. Normally, Taut and others would drink a little when they ate, and everyone talked happily. But recently, everyone's face became much more serious, and the whole mercenary was shrouded in a faint sense of depression.

Locke noticed that there were more and more sentries around them. They were heavily guarded and looked solemn as if they were about to be attacked by a strong enemy.

When he happened to meet Taut, who had just come back from an inspection tour, Locke asked curiously, "Mr. Coors, what happened?"

Taut squeezed out a smile on his face and patted Locke's shoulder. "We'll arrive at the Sluna Grand Canyon in a day. In addition to the powerful magical beasts, there are many brigands entrenched here."

Brigand?

Hearing this, Locke finally understood why everyone was so nervous these days.

"There are three gangs of the brigand in the Sluna Grand Canyon. Two of them are led by the mage at the peak of level 5. These two are not a threat. However, the other one is troublesome." Taut sighed. The most powerful member of the mercenary was only at level 5, which was enough to deal with the other two brigands.

"The other gang, technically speaking, is not a gang of brigands, but only one person. However, this person is a level-7 warrior, and he is very powerful."

A level-7 warrior...

The corners of Locke's mouth twitched. A level-7 warrior was reduced to being a brigand. If he was in the Grimm Kingdom, he would be able to be a noble.

"But, according to reliable information, Carol has been seriously injured by the Dix family. Now he is hiding in the canyon and doesn't dare to come out, so it's unlikely for us to meet him this time."

Seeing that Locke was lost in thought, Taut thought that Locke was frightened. He comforted her with a smile, "As for the other two groups, you don't need to worry about them anymore. We are the mercenary of the Peter family. As long as we pay some fee, the brigands won't choose to have a direct conflict with us. After all, the Peter family is well-known."

Then Taut left with a smile. Locke also went into his tent and began to practice.

Looking down from the sky, a huge canyon was lying horizontally between the mountains. Looking from afar, it was ferocious and terrifying, as if it was a wound that had been forcefully torn open.

In front of the canyon, there was an alluvial plain. The grass on the ground had already withered yellow and was eroded by yellow sand. A cold wind swept over, lifting the sand and dust on the ground.

At the end of the road, there were some black dots. After a while, the black dots gradually became clear, so that it could be identified that it was a convoy. There were more than 50 mercenaries surrounding the convoy. They looked cold and vigilant.

The convoy didn't stop at all and slowly walked into the canyon.

Into the canyon, there was a silvery spruce forest.

The roots of the giant tree were deep into the ground. The dark brown trunk with a diameter of about two meters was propelled skyward. There were huge cracks on the bark, indicating traces of time.

The surroundings were unusually quiet. Only the rustling sound of carriages crushing the withered tree could be heard.

Sitting in the carriage, Locke suddenly opened his eyes. He looked into the depth of the forest without being noticed. It would not be so easy for them to pass through the canyon.

"Watch out!"

Sure enough, a few seconds later, Taut's face suddenly changed, and his eyes looked at the tree trunk in the distance.