Of course, she also felt that in this strange space, her control over this body and her use of Honkai Energy seemed exceptionally smooth, with her power being even stronger than she had anticipated.
This caused her bit of vigilance to be suppressed again, and her arrogance raised its head once more.
She seemed to have already seen the two people below being intimidated by her pressure and unfathomable posture, and what would follow would be them weighing the pros and cons, then unwillingly but helplessly expressing compromise...
She completely failed to realize, however, that her way of appearing by walking on air, her contemptuous address of "humans," and her arrogant rhetorical question of "since you know who I am," sounded like extremely strong provocations to the other party.
In Kevin's mind, however, the thoughts were a different scene: "(This training space... can actually simulate a Herrscher? And the simulation degree is so high, even the power traits and the fluctuations of the herrscher core are nearly real... It seems more likely to be the Herrscher of the Void.)"
He rationally categorized Sirin's appearance as another round of training in this training space.
After all, even their entire Elysian Realm could be "moved" here, so simulating a Herrscher didn't seem surprising.
It's just that the intelligence of this simulated Herrscher seems a bit... special?
Stelle looked at the magnificent queen in the air and the iceberg man on the ground standing at the ready; their eyes clashed, the atmosphere was tense, yet neither made a move.
"Eh? What's going on?"
Stelle tapped the ground lightly with the end of her Flame Lance, looking at one and then the other, "Not fighting anymore? Switched to arguing? Or is this... a battle of wills before the experts clash?"
Perspective shift.
The night was like ink.
The bustling Divination Commission area during the day now only had sparse lights and a solemn silence.
The towering government buildings cast majestic and mysterious shadows under the moonlight, and the air was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood.
Baiheng clung to the shadows of an eave on the outer perimeter of the Divination Commission, almost blending herself into the silhouette of the building.
The eye mask she wore on her face seemed to absorb the faint light in the darkness, making the outline of her body even more blurry.
The nimble trait from Belobog flowed quietly within her, reducing her presence and aura to the lowest possible level, as if she were a lifeless stone.
She had just come over from Qingque's place, and her heart was still pounding because she had almost been bumped into by Qingque's mother.
Fortunately, it was a close call, and that custom thermos with the abstract "slacking off" pattern was already lying safely on Qingque's desk.
As for where Qingque herself had gone?
That was not something Baiheng needed to worry about.
Now, the real test had arrived—the Divination Commission, Fu Xuan.
Unlike the small courtyard protected by Qingque's basic convenience array, the Divination Commission, as one of the core departments of the Xianzhou Luofu, had a security level that was more than a notch higher.
Baiheng could clearly perceive layers of invisible energy networks interwoven in the air: anti-intrusion warnings, energy fluctuation monitoring, suppression of unauthorized spatial movement... and even interference fields against malicious divination.
More troublesome was that the frequency and routes of the patrolling Cloud Knights were significantly denser than what was recorded in her intel, almost blocking all conventional infiltration Paths.
"(Patrols have increased... has something happened on the Luofu recently?)"
Baiheng muttered in her heart, becoming even more cautious.
She lowered her body even further, staring intently at a squad that had just crossed Paths below.
Chance!
Just in the brief gap when two squads of patrol soldiers completed their intersection and turned away, Baiheng moved.
She was like a fallen leaf blown by the night wind, sliding down the outer wall of the building without a sound.
The adaptability granted by the Belobog trait allowed her to make almost no sound when she touched the next layer of the eaves.
Like a ghost, she weaved, paused, and moved again within the shadows cast by the building, precisely avoiding the blind spots of the patrol soldiers' vision.
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