The Legendary Man

Chapter 884 The Tomb Of A General
Jonathan's suspicious nature was something he himself could not change.
In fact, it was inevitable since he had experienced far too much throughout the years.
It was not that he was cruel, but the bloody reality forced him to doubt the motives of everyone who approached him.
Ksana had also sensed the man's solemnity by then and slowly stopped eating.
“What's the second thing, then?”
“Secondly, it's the direction you were traveling,” Jonathan replied placidly.
Subsequently, he continued, “You said that Sanctuary is based at Mount Enly. But Mount Enly is at the borders of Remdik and
Western Epea. Meanwhile, the train we took was westbound. If the truth is as you claimed, and you fled from Mount Enly, you
would either head west toward Western Epea or east toward the barren area at Centum Mountain. On the whole, you should be
moving away from Mount Enly. Why did you take the same train as me, heading toward Saspiuburg, which is close to Mount
Enly? This isn't an escape route. Instead, you're offering yourself up on a silver platter.”
At his question, Ksana carefully put away the baked beans she had opened before downing a big gulp of vodka.
After pondering for a moment, she asked, “What would you do if I can't answer these two questions to your satisfaction,
Jonathan?”
“Kill you,” Jonathan answered unhesitatingly, taking out his Heaven Sword and plunging it into the ground beside him.
Sensing the murderous intent emanating from the man, Ksana was not at all angered. Instead, she chortled.
She took a large swig of vodka and burped before stating, “Let's start with your first question. Before Paurius came out this time,
he'd probably been baptized with Holy Blood.”
The instant Jonathan heard her response, a slight frown marred his countenance.
Isn't Holy Blood drunk? Why is it now used for baptism?
Right then, Ksana did not bother keeping him in suspense but recalled every little detail about Sanctuary.

“As I've said, the blue Holy Blood is a diluent of the purified blood extracted from the Remdik Emperor. However, that isn't the
only thing extracted. There's another substance, and it's rumored to have the ability to reverse time and restore one's youth so
long as the person can survive the baptism. The God Realm cultivators in Sanctuary are divided into two types—those who have
successfully been baptized and those who have never been baptized. I've never been baptized and must depend on Holy Blood
for survival until my body is completely eroded by the poisonous elements within Holy Blood, and I slowly die. On the other hand,
there are others like Paurius. They survived the baptism of Holy Blood, and their bodies will soon generate new vitality. They
don't need Holy Blood to sustain their lives. This applies to the three children you saw previously.”
Her explanation at present boggled Jonathan's mind.
Even though I've accepted the fact that the Remdik Emperor's corpse still has vitality left, the usage of his blood is downright
ridiculous. Not only can it improve one's cultivation level, but it can also restore one's youth, huh? In that case, It's no longer
blood but a drug of immortality!
Ksana did not bother about whether the man believed her but proceeded to answer his second question.
“I took the westbound train to avoid those from Sanctuary. Previously, I'd also wanted to flee beyond Remdik's east borders and
go to Centum Mountain. But I only have three months left to live. What's the point even if I took off to Centum Mountain and
survived? I might as well die.”
“Since you had already escaped to Redlington, why didn't you head south and cross River Onxy to enter into Chanaea? Then,
you could've gone anywhere,” Jonathan pressed.
Shaking her head, Ksana sighed and lamented, “There's no way I can survive in Doveston. Why do you think Remdik's soldiers
suddenly gathered in Doveston? Do you really think it's because of the minerals there?”
“Is that not so?”
That abrupt question from her puzzled Jonathan.
As a relatively qualified strategist, he and those from Asura's Office had long since analyzed the reason behind Chanaea's and
Remdik's mobilization of troops lately.
As both countries bordered each other on a vast stretch of land, there had been conflicts and frequent battles since ancient
times.

In the past hundred years, however, the situation between Chanaea and Remdik had stabilized due to the rapid rise of
Anglandur, which continuously supported the development of Central Epea and impeded that of Remdik.
Other than the intense battle between Medved Army and Eastern Army that terrified the entire world a decade ago, there had not
been any large-scale exchange of fire.
Based on Jonathan's conjecture, Remdik's troops headed south that time around because they were aware of Chanaea's current
state of affairs.
He surmised they wanted to seize advantage of the conflict between Yaleview Army and Asura's Office to occupy Doveston for
the myriad of rich minerals there.
But as of then, it would seem from Ksana's tone that there was some other reason behind the matter.
“According to the information I gathered, Jonathan, you're one of the representatives of Chanaea's military forces. I really didn't
expect your thinking to be so simple!” Ksana exclaimed in surprise.
She then continued, “The north of Remdik is close to Aizkovos. It has the largest territory in the world, but its population only
stands at less than a hundred and fifty million. Verily, it's spacious but sparsely populated. Honestly speaking, we can't even
survey our own land for mines. How would we have the time to bother about Chanaea's mines in Doveston?”
Following her remark, Jonathan's heart sank inexplicably.
Wars struck at a country's economic resources, and that was also ultimately the reason they were fought.
By then, Remdik had already sent four hundred thousand soldiers to the north of River Onxy.
That aside, there were still close to half a million troops ready to be mobilized anytime.
With such numbers, they could conquer eighty percent of the small countries in the world in a brief time.
Once war broke out, fatalities in Chanaea and Remdik would likely amount to hundreds of thousands.
If resources were not the reason behind such a tragic war, the true motivation behind it was bound to be even more shocking.
“What exactly are Remdik's troops doing, then?” Jonathan asked.

“I was considered a core member of Sanctuary back then, and I heard other God Agents speaking of the matter. They're
purportedly looking for a tomb,” Ksana replied.
“A tomb?”
“Yeah.”
She cast her mind back carefully before she clarified emphatically, “It's a tomb, seemingly belonging to some general. I don't
know the details.”
A general's tomb?
Jonathan looked at her in bewilderment.
The whole of Doveston only flourished after the great population migration in Chanaea three hundred years ago. While there
have been several renowned generals from Doveston in the past three hundred years, their tombs aren't that significant to start a
war between the two countries. And even if there were treasures hidden in there, it'd be far better to secretly dispatch a few God
Realm cultivators to find them than to have hundreds of thousands of people going over.
“Do you know the name of that general, Ksana?” he asked.
With a shrug, Ksana replied, “Sorry, but no. I'm not Chanaean. But I remember hearing a God Agent say that the general alone
could intimidate all the countries in the world, for he was a veritable powerhouse.”