Double Kill

Linley said with a smile, "Dennis has emerged from seclusion."

Before long, a figure in gray robes flew over, laughing exuberantly. "I was pretty lucky this time. I comprehended another part of the Destruction Rule's characteristics. Even though I'm still some distance from reaching the High God realm, I've taken a huge step forward."

Dennis was in an excellent mood, and was even rather proud of himself.

However, after chatting with them for a few moments, Dennis learned that Linley had already begun fusing a third Mystery. He immediately became depressed!

"I..."

Dennis could only shake his head with a bitter smile. He was both impressed and helpless as he said, "I've finally recognized reality. A genius like you, Linley, is truly impossible to compare with. But if we're talking about competing for the position of second strongest in the Tianlan Tribe, I think I still have a very good chance."

Thomas and Donald were displeased the moment he said this. They laughed and cursed him in response.

"Dream on. The position of second strongest in the Tianlan Tribe is definitely mine."

"Nonsense. Obviously, it should be me."

After the three of them chatted and laughed for a while, Linley said, "Have Jess and the others mobilize everyone. We'll go to the Red Demon Tribe and negotiate first."

Thomas, Donald, and Dennis all laughed and nodded in agreement. If they could subdue the enemy without fighting, that would be for the best.

If that didn't work, they would fight. In a place like Hell, the annexation of one tribe by another was an everyday occurrence.

The Tianlan Tribe set out in force. The news quickly spread throughout the lower-level Saint Domains, and most of them wore worried expressions.

"The battle between God-level powerhouses has nothing to do with us. Why do we have to go along?"

"Then you don't understand. The divine power of God-level powerhouses isn't infinite, either. Even if we Saint Domains have to sacrifice ourselves as cannon fodder, it's still worthwhile as long as we can waste some of the enemy's divine power."

Hundreds of thousands of people surged forward like a black tide. Following orders, they set out toward the Red Demon Tribe.

Linley looked down at the scene with an indifferent gaze. In truth, bringing along this so-called cannon fodder was an act of helplessness. It greatly slowed down the God-level powerhouses.

But without God-level powerhouses keeping watch, that wouldn't work, either. Any outsider at the God level could simply bundle them all up and carry them away. These Saint Domains were all assets of the tribe.

The Red Demon Tribe had three Mid-level Gods and six Low-level Gods. The Tianlan Tribe had the advantage in the number of Mid-level Gods, but it had two fewer Low-level Gods. If they left at least one person behind to watch over the tribe, the risk would be even greater. To be safe, it would be best to bring all the God-level powerhouses along.

"It's a pity we don't have a Metal Life. Otherwise, things would be much more convenient."

Linley felt somewhat helpless and yearned for one.

Although this thing seemed as common as dirt in the original work, its actual price was extremely high. At least for Linley and the Tianlan Tribe at present, it was a true luxury. Even the most ordinary Metal Life cost several million Ink Stones, while better ones cost tens of millions or even hundreds of millions. It was simply unimaginable how many God-level powerhouses could afford to buy one.

"Lord Linley..."

Four maids came to his side. Their beautiful faces, each with its own distinctive charm, held traces of nervousness as they cautiously made a request. It wasn't anything complicated. They merely hoped that their parents and relatives could be settled somewhere safer in the rear of the tribe.

Because they served Linley, they knew the destination and dangers of this expedition. They were worried that their relatives would become low-level cannon fodder sent to the front lines to create opportunities for the God-level powerhouses to fight.

"Sure."

Linley agreed readily. He immediately sent a telepathic message to Carl, telling her to take the four women and make the arrangements.

For Linley, this was nothing more than a single sentence.

"Thank you, Lord!"

The four women's eyes grew moist with gratitude. They bowed respectfully before following Carl to find their relatives.

Linley watched their graceful backs as they left and smiled indifferently. He didn't particularly care about such a minor matter. They had served him diligently all these years, so giving them a little reward was only right.

"You... you... you... take these people to the rear of the tribe and settle them there."

Carl helped the four women find their relatives, then specifically ordered a manager at the Saint Domain Peak level to personally make the arrangements.

Under the envious and jealous gazes of those around them, the chosen few happily moved to the rear. Some pregnant women and children were gathered there. Many of them weren't even Saint Domains, and thus didn't qualify to serve as cannon fodder. They were purely assets of the tribe.

The outskirts of the Red Demon Tribe.

Marshall and Jeff were carrying out their routine patrol with more than a dozen Saint Domain Limits.

Jeff asked with confusion and distaste, "Big Brother Marshall, why do we have to bring these useless Saint Domains along on missions? If we encounter a God-level powerhouse, they won't be able to resist at all."

Marshall laughed heartily and explained, "You just became a god, so you don't understand this yet. The greatest difference between us gods and Saint Domains isn't the Law Mysteries, but the Divine Domain granted by the divine spark. If we encounter other God-level powerhouses, our domains will cancel each other out. At that time, having these Saint Domain Limits around can relieve some of the pressure and waste some of the opponent's divine power. Aside from when they become gods, God-level powerhouses can absorb divine power rapidly only at that time. Their normal rate of replenishment is extremely slow. As long as they can accomplish that, their value as cannon fodder will have been worthwhile."

Jeff suddenly understood. He smiled smugly and said, "I get it. As long as we can distract a God-level powerhouse for even an instant, we can gain another sliver of advantage."

The two chatted and laughed as they patrolled, occasionally looking around. Their expressions were quite relaxed, and they hadn't even released their Spiritual Sense.

Because in Hell, the range of one's Spiritual Sense was often inferior to what one could see with the naked eye.

About four hundred and thirty meters away, Linley was concealed in a crack between the enormous rocks along a cliff face. He released the Spiritual Sense of a Mid-level God. Relying on the fluctuations of his Magnetic Field Power, he could clearly grasp every movement of the two Low-level Gods from the Red Demon Tribe, while they remained completely unaware.

Linley thought, It seems the Red Demon Tribe has updated its strength. They have one more Low-level God. Fortunately, it doesn't affect me much.

The instant he made his decision.

"Whoosh!"

Blazing lightning flashed. Crossing the distance of more than four hundred meters in an instant, a figure descended forcefully in a formidable posture wreathed in thunder!

"Not good! An enemy—and a Mid-level God at that!"

The relaxed, laughing expressions on Marshall and Jeff's faces turned deathly pale with terror in an instant. Their Divine Domains were suppressed, and their movements became sluggish. This proved the opponent's strength.

"Swish! Swish!"

Linley didn't waste a single word on them. The instant they came into contact, he decisively swung his two blades. The blazing, domineering Crescent Arcs shattered their heads, completing a beautiful double kill.

One wind-type Low-level God Divine Spark and one water-type Low-level God Divine Spark.

Linley casually collected them, then grinned and looked toward the Saint Domain Limits who had already been frightened senseless. He released his pressure and enveloped them before interrogating them. "Tell me honestly. How many God-level powerhouses does your Red Demon Tribe have?"

How could these Saint Domain ants dare resist? They all surrendered and offered up the information. "Aside from the two Low-level Gods you killed, my lord, the Red Demon Tribe still has three Mid-level Gods and five Low-level Gods."

"The leader of the Red Demon Tribe is Diego... the deputy leader is Simba... Corey... Lord, please spare us!"

Linley nodded in satisfaction. This matched the information he had obtained earlier. After all, it wasn't exactly a secret. In Hell, displaying a portion of one's strength and showing off one's muscles appropriately could also intimidate many potential enemies.