The True Red Divine Envoy, Sarajael, fell silent again.
As a Divine Envoy, He better understood Prince Nabo Gang’s basis for judgnt.
If He were Nabo Gang’s direct superior— the Faceless Divine Envoy— He too would imdiately issue the sa task to the Voter.
If the Divine Envoy is a criminal who exists outside the Spirit Realm’s rules, then the Spirit Realm Will’s seed candidates are like mobile "surveillance alarms."
Once the seed candidates detect the Divine Envoy’s violations, they imdiately summon the gaze of the Spirit Realm Will, and the Divine Envoy will be "banned."
If the Divine Camp and Spirit Realm Will are in a friendly state, it wouldn’t be a problem.
But Gaia’s Will and the Intestine Cutter Camp are in a state of war.
Seeing Sarajael’s silence, Nabo Gang’s confidence surged, and he said with a smile: "So, Lord True Red Divine Envoy, shouldn’t you be more eager than to eliminate Dior Fulri?"
"Since we both have a common goal, enhancing my combat strength is for better service to you, isn’t it?"
Nabo Gang revealed his intentions: "So this Reversing Dharma Bead of mine... is crucial equipnt I need to kill Dior Fulri. Now, you see..."
However, a cold voice interrupted him.
"Nabo Gang, I can help you repair the Reversing Dharma Bead. But, exchange it for an ancient relic!"
Sarajael had already figured it out: "I am not considered a Divine Envoy now, but a background character in the Demon Fighting World, belonging to a special native."
"With this legitimate identity, I will not be sanctioned by Gaia’s Will. At least within the Demon Fighting World, I do not have to fear Dior Fulri! Stop using Gaia’s Will’s seed candidates to threaten . You are not worthy!"
Nabo Gang was overjoyed.
Although Sarajael refused bluntly, his attitude had already softened. Not only did he not pursue the failure of the Lorich Magic Academy line, he was willing to repair the Reversing Dharma Bead for Nabo Gang.
All that was needed was to seize the ancient relic!
This task for Nabo Gang truly wouldn’t be considered difficult.
...
Walking out of the Underground Palace, Nabo Gang picked up an Electric Wave Snail and dialed it.
The antennae of the Electric Wave Snail extended outward, its "eyes" opened, and it showed the opposite caller’s expression humanely.
"Great Prince Nabo Gang, how may I serve you?"
The expression displayed by the Electric Wave Snail contained a hint of flattery.
"The ti has co, Earth People. Tell that mole that I can accept his terms."
A voice ca from the Electric Wave Snail:
"Yes, Your Highness, I will execute imdiately."
After a brief pause, the Electric Wave Snail emitted another sentence: "Boldly reminding you... My race has surrendered to the Stilan Star, and is now a part of the great Sea Race, not Earth People anymore."
...
The Eastern Plains, Howling Wind Highlands.
This is a broad wind-eroded sandstone terrain.
The wind-eroded sandstones were filled with holes; when the fierce wind blew across the land, the holes emitted a sharp wailing sound, like the earth was sobbing, and the gusts were screaming.
A group of Awakened have set foot on this highland.
The leader among them was a stout middle-aged man, over two and a half ters tall, with arms as thick as an adult’s waist, like a walking mountain of flesh.
He was the captain of the Huaxia Battle Group’s Wenjiu Brigade, a peak powerhouse with the title of Power King— Wenjiu.
On Wenjiu’s left was a woman, wearing a black gauze hat, her posture graceful; she is the top expert of the Flower Bell Guild— Soul Capture, also one of the candidates for the title of "Divine Throne."
To Wenjiu’s right was likewise a chubby middle-aged man, yet compared to Wenjiu, his physique was still within the scope of a normal person.
He is the Patriarch of the Western Capital Zhou Family, the leader and tank of the Iron Wall Guild, as well as a candidate for the title of "Dragon King"— Circular Flow.
"According to our preliminary investigation, this area is also a battleground from the Divine-Demon Ancient Battlefield a thousand years ago. The Netherworld Demon God ’Vulture’ Fekalo did not adhere to martial virtue, bullying the small with the big, descended here and slew twelve Fiery Sun Divine Guards. However, he was also severely injured by the First Divine Guard, Paladin Sera Lius, with a fatal strike, leaving behind so of his remains."
Soul Capture explained slowly, "This is also the reason for the relentless winds on Howling Wind Highlands. In the murals at Garrison War God Peak, Demon God Fekalo has a vulture’s wings and controls the power of wind and the ocean. His leftover remains should contain wind’s Divine Power."
"Our task should be to help Gangxin find the remains of Fekalo’s Divine Power, right?" Circular Flow pondered, his tone sour, "Sigh, Gangxin is about the sa age as my son, from the sa cohort, yet he has beco so powerful? Sotis the gap between people and people exceeds that between people and dogs."
Soul Capture hadn’t spoken when suddenly her eyes flashed with blue light, gazing towards a hill in the distance: "About five kiloters ahead, there’s a battle... a group of elental creatures."
"Based on data provided by the natives, Howling Wind Highlands has two small camps, neither of which are humans but elental species.
"Wind Elent Lord Belize leads the Wind Elent Camp, opposing the Rock Elent camp led by ’Stone Mother’!"
The Rock Elent Camp, led by Stone Mother, is considered local.
Originally, this was a highland, naturally rich in Earth Elental Energy, where naturally nurtured an Earth Crystal Core, giving birth to a Lord Level elental creature— Stone Mother.
While the Wind Elent Camp was established by the God-Demon Battle a millennium ago— a fragnt of Divine Power left by the Netherworld Demon God ’Vulture’ Fekalo, brought continuous strong winds to this highland, and under the gathering of violent wind elental energy, nurous wind elental creatures appeared.
Among them erged strong leaders like the Wind Elent Lord Belize.
"The top-tier magical source in the wind elent that Gangxin needs... should be related to the Wind Elent Lord Belize. Ask everyone to get to work, these elental creatures at mid-high level have gained wisdom, and can be communicated with." Wenjiu instructed.
"Still the old rule, double staking?" Circular Flow asked.
"Main mbers join the Wind Elent Camp. Other mbers join the Rock Elent Camp..."
"Who is there! Show yourself!"
Wenjiu hadn’t finished his sentence when Soul Capture abruptly radiated blue light from her eyes, opening her mouth to shout.
A rigidly moving alien creature ca from behind a short hill, covered in scales; he was evidently a Sea Race Awakened.
At this mont, the Sea Race Awakened appeared in a daze, eyes blank, seemingly sleepwalking towards Soul Capture.
"Good, Soul Capture, your Mind Mystical Arts ’Soul-Sealing Seal’ is getting more powerful, when did you start using it? I didn’t even notice." Circular Flow looked at Soul Capture with so wariness.
"While using ’Yin Yang Eye’ to see the battlefield afar, I observed this Sea Race mber; I just wanted to be cautious without raising alarm, slowly initiating the Soul Shifting Technique, infiltrating his spirit."
Soul Capture closed her eyes, searching through the Sea Race mber’s mory information.
Suddenly, she let out a muffled grunt, eyes opening, with streams of blood flowing like little serpents from her nostrils.
The Sea Race mber’s head burst like a ripe persimmon.
"This Sea Race mber had a spiritual restriction; upon contact, it destructed. The mories I saw are incoherent, but one thing is certain... The Sea Race has also set eyes on this place."
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