"Could the Heart of the Wind God have appeared?" Lu Yang muttered to himself.
Most of Spain's divine artifacts had originally been in Alfonso's hands, but after his defeat, twenty-six divine artifacts had vanished along with him.
When Lu Yang had asked Alfonso about the whereabouts of the artifacts, Alfonso had only said that he had sold them to Spanish players and did not know who had bought them. The situation had been urgent at the time, so Lu Yang had not had the chance to pursue the matter before returning to the China Region to face the seven major guilds.
For the past few days, he had been thinking about Spain's divine artifacts. These things were superweapons, but they were also double-edged swords. Ordinary players could not hold onto them. Anyone who could was bound to harbor ambitions of conquering the world.
Without enough guards, who would dare carry a Heart of the Gods out to level? A single divine artifact was worth hundreds of millions. If you died, it dropped!
But what counted as enough guards? Tens of thousands counted, and millions counted too. If someone had secretly gathered several hundred thousand people long ago, then chose a time when Lu Yang was being attacked and unable to pay attention to Spain, they could take out those twenty-odd Hearts of the Gods and rally everyone with a single call. They would already be Spanish players and hold Spain's divine artifacts. At that point, Lu Yang's control over this place would spiral out of control.
Lu Yang frowned and hung the two storage bags at his waist. He was beginning to regret killing those people so quickly. If they did not come looking for him again, the trail leading to the Heart of the Wind God would go cold.