With the appearance of the Supre King and Wuji, Red Fist completely gave up on Luo Qiao.
He ignored Luo Qiao’s distress signal and watched that woman being sared across the high wall by Yun Ting.
After Luo Qiao had completely died, Red Fist closed his eyes in pain.
It wasn’t that he mourned his bed companion,
but rather lanted the failure of the Heavenly Book Plan, and feared that things would not go smoothly for him hereafter.
However, he had no choice, for the consequences of his fusion had left him with a very dangerous aftereffect.
In the face of the Supre King, his body would involuntarily experience fear,
making it fundantally impossible to engage with him in combat, not to ntion the presence of Xuanyuan Divine Sword Master Wuji, who had also entered the Mythical State.
The identity of the supre commander of the End of the God War Fleet was Red Fist’s refuge, as well as his protection.
As long as he held this position,
be it Li Ba or the Supre King, neither could strike at him openly.
Given the current situation, an infighting among the human main fleet would destroy human morale. The strongest assault from human demigods against high-ranking fleet mbers would also have a negative impact on humans.
It was a transparent stratagem—to use the overall human situation to protect Red Fist from being besieged by Li Ba and the Supre King.
But since the Supre King and Wuji had decided to leave the fleet and arrive early... perhaps none of the battle would beco known to the outside. The fleet would only know that their commander died in an assassination... no one would associate this with the Supre King’s arrival.
Therefore, Red Fist gave up on rescuing Luo Qiao and imdiately summoned the fleet to set off. Leaving so small warships to await the mbers from within the ruins, the rest of the fleet prepared to head to the next giant city to recruit soldiers.
"Supre King, Li Ba... sigh..." Red Fist sighed as he returned to the bridge.
He knew as long as these two were still alive in this mission,
he would have no chance to co out on top. Even as a fleet commander, he would have to act under the Supre King’s shadow.
No... the Supre King was bearable,
after all, he was an original inhabitant of this world.
Li Ba was different; he was a player too.
As long as Li Ba was alive, Red Fist could not hope to rise.
Red Fist felt a hint of fear; he was close to level 20 but had still not broken through to demigod status.
In any mission not greatly restricted by level, if he encountered Li Ba, he would only be able to retreat.
This was also the most troubleso issue for the official organizations of other nations. Of course, they had demigod combat powers, but so missions were not only for demigods.
In those missions, Li Ba was the strongest player. Faced with him, Red Fist could only retreat...
Once, twice, thrice...
Until he beca a demigod, free from Li Ba’s shadow. The Book of Heaven was originally a good leverage point. But now... the support from the Book of Heaven, Luo Qiao, was already sared on the wall.
"Damn it." Red Fist clenched his fists, wishing he could just order the bombardnt of Yun Ting and the others on the Great Wall, wishing he could bomb to death the Supre King still at the port.
But in the end, he opened his palm. He knew that if he actually did that, he would certainly be the one to die and would also lose the protection this position afforded him. Moreover, if such an order were given, it was feared even the Transcendents and soldiers of the fleet might disobey.
Powerless, he could only give the order: "Depart!"
...
Elsewhere, the Supre King and Wuji stood silently at the port, watching the Divine Warship Fleet take off and leave.
So, the Supre King unsealed his fingers and spoke in a deep voice, "I thought he would directly order to open fire."
"It’s for the best; otherwise, if we fought, it would be our own people who would die," Wuji also retracted the Xuanyuan Divine Sword to his back.
The Xuanyuan Divine Sword then said in a low voice, "Don’t worry, at this distance, if you join forces, that guy won’t be able to resist for long."
If they opened fire, the Supre King would have had enough reason to kill that guy. He too wanted to eliminate a Heavenly Book powerhouse as much as possible.
But he was also bound by his own identity. If the opponent opened fire, he would then have sufficient reason to strike.
For this, he and Wuji were both ready to defend against the main cannon and prepared for a quick assault.
Regrettably, Red Fist held back.
The Supre King felt a bit disappointed but still said with a smile, "Since he’s gone, then I shall claim the Heavenly Court Ruins they find."
What lies inside the Heavenly Court Ruins was what the Supre King needed the most.
Like a sponge lacking in water, he thirsted for all Extraordinary magical skills.
And the inheritance inside the relics would strengthen both the numbers and quality of human Transcendents.
Therefore, for this fleet’s departure, he had the fleet bring along almost all the humans who could board the warships.
To let these humans receive their deserved rewards within the Heavenly Court Ruins.
It was said by a Great Wall player who had figured it out that there would be no deaths in the trials within the ruins. This made the Supre King even happier.
Humans obtaining the Heavenly Court Inheritance would beco much stronger.
...
At the sa ti, the killing within the Heavenly Court Ruins finally ceased.
The Black Palace, the Round Table, and those associated with Red Fist, from the original hundreds of players, now only fewer than sixty survived.
At this mont, they knelt humbly before the Bronze Demon God, offering their ’greeting gifts.’
anwhile, the Bronze Demon God stomped the last few Tianyan Association powerhouses into a pulp. Looking back over the scattered heads, he coldly said, "I am the General of this era, not the Blood River. Lining up heads for is useless."
"General Li Ba is joking. The Blood River is the enemy of mankind. We are rely clearing out enemies for you," a Round Table player replied with righteous indignation.
"That’s right, General. The guy I killed was stained with the blood of the Great Wall. I have avenged you and the Great Wall!" a blonde-haired, blue-eyed European player spoke with conviction.
To survive, they desperately tried to prove themselves.
And the Bronze Demon God let out a mocking laugh as he looked down at the nurous players.
The players felt a tightening in their hearts and quickly said, "We are willing to give up on this relic assault and leave imdiately. If the General requires it, we can also undergo mory erasure!"
They had all seen Li Changhe’s Reversed State, and so had even secretly conspired with so dirty plans. But now they were cowed and all afraid that Li Changhe would murder them to seal their lips.
Thus, they resolutely proposed mory erasure, simply hoping that Li Changhe would spare them.
At this mont, the voice of the Jianmu Ancestral Spirit ca from within the Immortal Palace, "General, my Heavenly Court has Forgetful Soul Water at hand. Though they are Barbarians, they are still of the Human Race. It would be wise to spare their lives so they can kill more Evil Spirits."
Jianmu did not want human infighting to continue; they should unite against the Evil Spirits.
It made sense—this ti, for the Netherworld ninety-nine cities task, only about a thousand human players had co.
Killing over a hundred human players here indeed was too much of an internal loss.
So, when the Hellsprings Reverse fleet rushed to the Kunlun Giant City and started entering the ruins,
They discovered a group of bedraggled foreign players erging from the ruins.
Moreover... this group of players, for so reason particularly feared won. Especially won with ponytails. Those originally lecherous n now had completely lost all desires.
(When I’ve recovered, I’ll update more)
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