The Descending Asura

"My-my-my-my Lord, everything I said is true! I can swear an oath to the Supreme God."

Balseze felt the killing intent radiating from Prequeil and hurriedly spoke up.

As a long-time subordinate, he understood this lord all too well.

If his lord wanted to kill him, he meant it; he would never show mercy just because of years of service.

"Hmm? It's true?"

Prequeil was momentarily stunned, falling into deep thought.

An oath to the Supreme God was the only thing in the entire magical universe that was absolutely impossible to break.

Since he was willing to swear it, that meant everything he said must be the truth.

However, if that were the case, the entire situation became incredibly bizarre.

The force known as the Interstellar Federation acted in a very strange manner. Logically, anyone seizing a Material Plane must have a specific goal.

Yet, aside from the power of faith, there shouldn't be anything else of value in a Material Plane.

It couldn't possibly be for the various ores and other materials in the Material Plane, could it? What use would those things be!

Not to mention that the materials in a Material Plane, regardless of quantity or quality, were far inferior to those in the Divine Planes. The difficulty of mining them plane by plane was far too high.

However, they didn't seem to be spreading any faith. One had to know that the power of faith was targeted; it required knowing the name of the deity being worshipped for the power of faith to be directed.

Even if it wasn't specific, there had to be a relative identity, such as the Lord of Light, so that the power of faith would go directly to the Sovereign of the light attribute.

The Interstellar Federation had only left behind the name "Interstellar Federation" without providing any specific information about their leadership. It was impossible to obtain any corresponding power of faith this way.

It wasn't as if someone was actually named Interstellar Federation, right? Even if there were, he would have to tell the people of the Material Plane that name and have them worship it for there to be any possibility of gaining the power of faith.

Generally speaking, the only ones competing for the power of faith with the Radiant Plane were the Dark Divine Plane.

However, if this were a strategic layout by the Dark Divine Plane, it shouldn't just target the region he managed. After all, he was merely a Commander under the Radiant Sovereign.

"Wait a minute, could it be that Psykos is targeting me?"

Prequeil suddenly had a "flash of inspiration" and thought of a possibility.

The Psykos he knew was a Commander under the Radiant Sovereign just like him, and the two had harbored a grudge for many years.

During their last competition for a Material Plane, that guy had lost quite a few resources and had threatened that he would never let it go.

He had thought the guy was just blowing hot air, but now it seemed he intended to strike at the Material Plane under his jurisdiction.

Once the faith in the Material Plane he managed decreased on a large scale, he would definitely be held accountable by his superiors.

"Psykos, you vicious bastard." Prequeil understood everything in an instant.

That so-called Interstellar Federation must have been arranged by him. As people who helped the Sovereign spread faith, they all possessed Sovereign tokens and could arrange for people to enter the Material Plane on a large scale. With that guy's ability, it wouldn't be difficult to send some people to a Material Plane.

After his subordinates discovered the problem, the strongest person he sent to investigate was only an ordinary Highgod. As long as Psykos arranged for a few Six-Star Fiends skilled in concealing their soul aura, it wouldn't be impossible to evade detection.

Although the logic actually had quite a few holes, Prequeil felt this was the most likely truth.

"Balseze, come with me!"

Thinking of this, Prequeil grabbed Balseze and flew toward the teleportation array without another word.

He intended to catch them in the act and then report the entire matter.

"My Lord..." Balseze hadn't even finished speaking before he was dragged away, momentarily dazed.

He didn't understand what was wrong with his lord. Why was he so jumpy? Was he planning to go and investigate personally?

Prequeil was indeed going to investigate. He prepared to go to a Material Plane; with his ability, he could directly capture those so-called Federation leaders, and with evidence in hand, he could turn around and accuse Psykos.

Meanwhile, in the Aien Plane, at Flame Mountain, a Lowgod yawned out of boredom.

As a Plane Guardian, he spent most of his time bored.

But today, he was destined not to have a peaceful rest.

Suddenly, the teleportation array belonging to the Radiant Plane lit up, causing him to stand up instantly.

"My Lord!" The Plane Guardian bowed in salute.

Although he didn't know who the visitor was, anyone who could come from a Divine Plane to a Material Plane was definitely not someone a mere Plane Guardian could afford to offend.

In the Divine Planes, those who could save up enough wealth to return to a Material Plane were at least Six-Star Fiend powerhouses.

Such a powerhouse was definitely not someone a Lowgod guardian could offend.

"Hmph!"

Prequeil ignored the guardian, let out a cold snort, and flew rapidly toward the continent, his divine sense spreading out instantly.

"This lord doesn't look like he's in a good mood. I'd better not go to the continent for a while."

The Plane Guardian wiped the sweat from his forehead. Originally planning to visit the continent in a while, he now resolutely decided to stay at the teleportation array until his mission ended.

At the same time, at a monitoring station above Flame Mountain, they immediately detected that someone had arrived from the Divine Plane. The next second, an alarm sounded instantly.

[Alert, Alert, detected arrival from the Radiant Plane. The visitor's speed exceeds the monitoring range. Estimated strength: Highgod, Highgod!]

"Damn it! It's actually a Highgod!"

The moment the alarm sounded, the Lowgods in charge of security inside the Federation building reacted instantly, triggering emergency protocols.

In a flash, the phones of all the Federation's top brass rang simultaneously, a high-level alert occupying their entire screens.

Everyone realized this was an order for an emergency evacuation; they had to leave immediately.

This was the highest directive issued by the Federation to everyone: a powerful intruder had arrived, and they had to leave to prevent their secrets from being discovered.

Following this, the entire Federation center entered a state of emergency, and everyone from other planes, along with the few top members of this Material Plane, rushed toward the emergency escape devices.

"Everyone is here, prepare to evacuate!"

Inside the shelter, the security officer checked the headcount and immediately prepared to press the teleportation button.

However, the next second.

"BOOM!"

A massive explosion rang out instantly, the upper part of the shelter was torn apart by force, and the original teleportation magic array was destroyed into two halves.

"How could it be this fast?"

The security officer was completely stunned, staring at the scene in disbelief.

From the moment they discovered the enemy and sounded the alarm to everyone preparing to evacuate, less than three minutes had passed, yet the enemy had already arrived and, more importantly, found them immediately.

"Is, is this the power of a Highgod?"

The security officer muttered in disbelief; he had never seen a Highgod before, and at this moment, he suddenly felt a sense of despair.

The Federation had once established a complete system to ensure their safety; logically, a Highgod shouldn't have been able to find them so quickly.

In fact, if it were an ordinary Highgod, their evacuation speed would have been sufficient, but Prequeil was a cultivation powerhouse, and with the speed of an Asura, the Federation's preparations were still far from enough.

"Oh? You were hiding here? But, you're too weak."

Prequeil looked at the people below with some surprise, his eyes filled with confusion.

When he rushed over just now, he suddenly discovered a strange spot that seemed capable of blocking divine sense, and he immediately realized something was wrong.

He then moved at full speed, tearing apart this strange-looking device and discovering the people hiding inside.

"This thing seems to be able to block divine sense to a certain extent. Could it be that whenever other planes conducted inspections in the past, they were all hiding here?"

Prequeil guessed with some surprise, falling into deep thought for a moment.

He had lived for countless years, and this was the first time he had seen such strange material that could even block a Highgod's divine sense; if he hadn't served as an Asura for many years, he truly wouldn't have been able to discover it.

"You, whose subordinates are you, and where do you come from?"

Prequeil pondered for a moment before speaking directly, his voice carrying unquestionable majesty.

"W-we..."

The security officer's brain raced, attempting to stall for time.

When the teleportation array was destroyed just now, headquarters would surely have discovered it immediately and sent reinforcements; as long as they could hold out for a little while, it would be enough.

The opponent didn't seem to know their identity; did they come from the Radiant Plane because of the faith of the Light Church?

"Oh, it seems you aren't very cooperative." Prequeil frowned instantly, looking at Balseze behind him.

"If you won't talk, then I'll just kill one every ten seconds!"

Although Balseze was also shocked and couldn't understand how these people managed to hide, he reacted immediately, beginning to fulfill his duties as a subordinate.

He cultivated the Laws of the Earth, while Lord Prequeil cultivated the Laws of Light; neither of them was skilled in mental manipulation, so when they wanted to interrogate for information, killing was the most effective method.

"I'll talk, I'll talk! We are from the Dark Divine Plane."

The security officer below spoke immediately; having thought for a moment, he had realized the origin of the person before him and began to spout nonsense.

"The Dark Divine Plane? Then whose subordinates are you!"

Balseze muttered, thinking to himself that it was indeed as expected, and continued to ask.

"We, we are the subordinates of Lord Melt of the Silver Blue Prefecture."

The security officer continued to speak after some thought; this was a name he had obtained from the Federation's top brass.

It was said that he had been discovered in a Material Plane of the Dark Church, where this Prefect was worshipped.

"Kid, you dare to play us for fools!"

Hearing this, Prequeil erupted in rage.

Lord Melt of the Silver Blue Prefecture had fallen ten thousand years ago; this matter hadn't spread widely yet, but Prequeil knew about it.

These guys were actually using a dead man to toy with him; it seemed they had no intention of telling the truth.

"It's over. Lord Huosi, this subordinate can no longer serve you."

The security officer realized he had been exposed and could only close his eyes in despair.

However, the next moment, a voice resounded through the heavens and the earth:

"They are my subordinates!"

The light of the teleportation array dissipated instantly, and the voice of Huosi came through directly.