Under the Regimental Commander's gaze, the Seventh Apostle burned from the inside out until he became a pile of ashes. The Regimental Commander immediately sent a recording of the process to Octopus Star.
The apostles sat in the temple, their faces grim as they watched the Seventh Apostle become the most basic matter in the universe. Every one of them looked solemn.
"This wasn't the Tenth's doing. He doesn't have that ability."
Every apostle ranked in the top ten was an extremely powerful individual, but the higher the ranking, the more obvious the gap between individuals became.
At the lower levels, there wasn't any clear difference between being a little stronger or weaker. In battle, it wasn't impossible for the weaker fighter to win calmly because they were more familiar with combat and had a better grasp of its rhythm.
But the higher the level, the less often that happened, especially among the top ten.
Every change in ranking represented a significant difference in strength.
If the Ninth Apostle had been killed by the Tenth Apostle, it might have been possible, though extremely unlikely.
But if the Seventh Apostle had been killed by the Tenth Apostle, everyone found it inconceivable, because it was impossible.
"Could another new force have joined in? For example, that Wild God they recently discovered?"
The First Apostle said nothing. His expression grew even darker, and some of the patches on his face were nearly turning blackish-purple.
The Great Octopus still couldn't leave the abyss. If all of them combined still weren't a match for that Wild God, it meant they might be wiped out.
That ran completely counter to the First Apostle's plans.
He had spent so many years plotting. As the head of the largest religion, his goal was to usurp the gods! Now