Beirut's Message

The O'Brien Empire is a small border town, and the dignified middle god "Ogavin" is temporarily hiding in this border town. ♝💙 💲😎 Today, the O'Brien Empire is the territory of Lord Adkins. No matter how bold O'Brien is, he does not dare to seize Adkins' territory.

O'Gavin sat at the table, drinking glass after glass of wine, but his gaze was unfocused. He was clearly thinking about something.

"Lin Feng"

O'Gavin thought to himself, his own aura naturally radiating murderous intent. He desperately wanted to kill Lin Feng!

"I can never have peace of mind until I kill Lin Feng," O'Gavin thought, his anger raging. "But Lin Feng's strength is too astonishing. Even if I fight him with all my might, I'll only be throwing my life away."

The thought of Lin Feng killing his Midgod clone with a single casual move filled O'Gavin with fear. Although his Fire Element Divine Clone had Refine Divine Spark to become Midgod, it was still Midgod at least. To be killed in one move, especially since Lin Feng was also Midgod, was truly terrifying.

O'Gavin is a very ambitious person.

He was patient and unwilling to be subordinate to others.

Throughout the long history of the Gebada Plane Prison, O'Gavin pursued only two things: greater power and the protection of his son.

He didn't easily offend people, and Plane Prison, he met many powerful individuals, most of whom he maintained good relationships with. Having gained considerable influence in Qinghuo City, O'Gavin relentlessly pursued his goal of becoming Highgod!

Highgod is far stronger than Midgod.

O'Gavin didn't care that his weakest Divine Clone was dead. After all, his strongest Divine Clone was still alive, and there was still hope of becoming Highgod.

But with his son dead, O'Gavin is determined to seek revenge.

"Revenge." O'Gavin looked southwest. "But it's impossible for me to kill Lin Feng alone. It seems this is the only way."

O'Gavin dislikes submitting to others.

But now he has decided to do it.

"Alsop and I have some grudges, so I'll have to go to Lord Adkins. At least I have a good relationship with Hanbrit, one of his men. I can quickly gain a foothold there. With Lord Adkins's influence, getting revenge shouldn't be a problem."

O'Gavin's eyes turned cold, sharp as knives.

"Lin Feng, you must kill him! Kill him! Make him be utterly destroyed!" O'Gavin gritted his teeth.

Inside the Imperial Palace in the Imperial Capital of the Boone Empire.

The royal family that once lived in the palace had long been wiped out; now, this place was the residence of Lord Adkins. Adkins had several hobbies: he enjoyed wearing magnificent and dazzling clothes, tasting rare delicacies, and watching beautiful women dance.

Her fair, woman-like right hand held a wine glass, gently sipping the wine. She smiled faintly as she gazed ahead at the many beautiful women dancing among the flowers.

At that moment, outside the back garden, the silver-haired youth was with O'Gavin.

"Don't rush, Lord Adkins is enjoying himself. At this time, Lord Adkins hates being disturbed the most," the silver-haired youth explained.

O'Gavin nodded and smiled, "I've heard that Lord Adkins enjoyed himself back in Qinghuo City. Only someone of Lord Adkins's stature could enjoy himself like that in the Gebada Plane Prison!"

The young man with short silver hair smiled too.

While others suffer in Plane Prison, someone as powerful as Adkins can enjoy himself there.

"Come in." A voice echoed in their minds.

The silver-haired youth immediately led O'Gavin into the back garden. Upon arriving before Adkins, O'Gavin immediately knelt respectfully on one knee. "Greetings to the great and venerable Lord Adkins!" O'Gavin lowered his head.

Adkins sat in his chair and glanced down at the view.

"O'Gavin? Hmm, I heard you were in the Baruch Empire a while ago," Adkins said with a smile.

"I was no match for them, so I withdrew from the Baruch Empire." O'Gavin still didn't dare to raise his head.

Although he had now joined Adkins' side, O'Gavin dared not ask Adkins for help. He knew that for Highgod, whether or not he gained another Midgod follower made little difference.

"Rise," Adkins said calmly. "From today onwards, you will reside in this palace. If anything happens, I will give you my instructions."

"Yes, Lord Adkins."

O'Gavin felt a sense of relief.

He knew that if he joined Adkins' ranks, at least Adkins would protect him.

"O'Gavin, you may leave now," Adkins said.

"Yes, sir." O'Gavin respectfully withdrew.

Adkins glanced at the silver-haired youth beside him. "Hanbrit, as far as I know, the group that set off for the Necropolis of the Gods has returned, and Beirut should have returned to the Forest of Darkness as well. So, you're sending one of your men to the Forest of Darkness. I don't need to explain what you're going to do, do I?"

"Yes, sir," replied the silver-haired youth, Hanbrit, respectfully.

Adkins looked northeast, then smiled and downed his drink in one gulp.

Towering trees stand tall, overgrown with thorns. Some vines hang from the branches of the trees. Ferocious monsters lurk in this primeval forest. The Forest of Darkness has existed for far too long, and the ground is covered with a thick layer of Luo Ye.

A man with dazzling long golden hair stepped on the Luo Ye, making a "crunch, crunch" sound.

"Call!"

The blond youth's chest heaved as he let out a long sigh.

"This mission is really..." The blond youth felt quite helpless. He had been ordered by Hanbrit to come to this Forest of Darkness to pay his respects to Lord Beirut.

He also learned from Hanbrit

This Beirut is a Highgod!

"I'm just a Lowgod; Lord Beirut could kill me with a flick of his hand." The blond youth felt a little nervous and worried. "I wonder if Lord Beirut and Lord Adkins have any grudges. Even if they do, please don't let it involve someone as insignificant as me."

The blond youth stepped out of the dense forest and into the open meadow.

In front of this open meadow stood a Metal Castle.

"Kuchai, I have come to pay my respects to Lord Beirut!" the blond youth announced loudly before the Metal Castle, bowing respectfully at the same time.

"Is there something you need?" A deep, husky voice rang directly in the blond youth's mind.

Kuchai immediately looked up, but there was no one around, only the cold Metal Castle in front of him. Kuchai understood that Lord Beirut didn't even bother to see him; it was merely a telepathic communication. Kuchai bowed and said, "Lord Beirut, I was fortunate enough to escape from the Gebada Plane Prison and have heard of the existence of the Necropolis of the Gods. I wonder if it is possible for me to enter the Necropolis of the Gods?"

right.

Adkins's orders were to send a Lowgod to investigate and gauge Beirut's attitude towards reopening the Necropolis of the Gods.

"Enter the Necropolis of the Gods? You may!" Beirut's hoarse voice rang out.

The blond youth was immediately overjoyed.

"However, the Necropolis of the Gods opens only once every thousand years. If you want to enter, you'll have to wait a thousand years." Beirut's answer left Kuchai somewhat dumbfounded.

"Alright, you can leave now," Beirut said indifferently.

"Lord Beirut, couldn't it have been earlier?" Kuchai said respectfully.

"I'm letting you leave!" Beirut's voice rang out again.

Kuchai felt a chill run down his spine; he knew how terrible the consequences would be if he angered a Highgod. Kuchai dared not utter another word and immediately bowed respectfully. "Thank you, Lord Beirut." Then, Kuchai promptly left the Metal Castle.

Inside the Metal Castle.

Beirut stroked his black beard and chuckled, "This Adkins actually sent a Lowgod to inquire. Is it beneath him to come in person? Hmph, fine, Adkins, then I'll make a good fool of you." A hint of mockery flashed in Beirut's eyes.

Instantly, Beirut's divine sense spread out like a tidal wave.

"Those who are still at the level of a god-level expert in Yulan, this Necropolis of the Gods Necropolis of the Gods opens once every thousand years. It has only recently opened, so Necropolis of the Gods who wish to enter will have to wait another thousand years. Furthermore, the number of places available is limited; only the strongest can enter."

With a mocking smile, Beirut conveyed this message to all the god-level powerhouses in the entire Yulan.

"These days seem to be getting more and more interesting," Beirut said with a bright smile.

Beirut's voice transmission also rang in Adkins' mind at the same time. Adkins, who had been frolicking with a beautiful and alluring woman in a side hall of the palace, immediately stopped. "Baby, you can go down now. I'll come find you again tonight."

"Yes, sir." The blonde beauty smiled and withdrew.

Adkins, meanwhile, was savoring Beirut's telepathic message.

"Lord Adkins." The Silver-Haired Elder also entered the side hall.

"Bernas, you're here." Adkins nodded with a smile. "You heard Beirut's telepathic message, didn't you?"

Adkins originally had three Midgod under his command, but now with O'Gavin, there are four. However, Adkins trusts the one before him most, "Bernas." Even the silver-haired youth "Hanbrit" trembles with fear in Adkins's presence.

But Bernas and Adkins talked like friends.

"According to what Beirut transmitted, and based on what we know, the fact that the Necropolis of the Gods opens only once every thousand years is not false. A thousand years is nothing to us, Lord Adkins. We'll just wait a thousand years. It's not too late to enter after a thousand years," the Silver-Haired Elder said.

Adkins wrinkled his prominent nose. "A thousand years, huh?"

"Let's wait and see. I find the mortal world quite interesting anyway," Adkins said with a faint smile. "It's just that Beirut guy is quite arrogant. Relying on the Chief Sovereign's backing, he even said there's a limit to the number of people who can enter. Humph!"

Adkins scoffed dismissively.

He disliked Beirut intensely, but Adkins wasn't entirely confident he could kill Beirut. After all, Beirut might possess Sovereign Artifact.

Kill Beirut, who possesses Sovereign Artifact? Adkins isn't that arrogant.

"Haha," the Silver-Haired Elder laughed, "Lord Adkins, it's all about strength. As long as people get in, who in this Yulan is more qualified than you? This quota has no impact on you."

Adkins smiled and nodded.

He is Highgod.

Beirut, as the caretaker of the Necropolis of the Gods, naturally wouldn't go in himself. Besides Beirut, is there anyone in the Yulan stronger than Adkins?