"Angel A?"
"I'm not here!"
With that settled, Naimus spread out his senses and sent them into the corpse.
Only then did he discover that this corpse of Naimus Anin was not a Steel Breed, but a Golden Breed.
Naimus frowned and examined it carefully, eventually reaching a conclusion—the other party had not been transformed into a Prayer-Ascendant Angel. Instead, he had successfully completed the Sword of Fortune afterward and become a Golden Breed through the Number of Fortune.
"Could it be that, in this region, my historical possibilities have manifested in another way?" Naimus frowned as he checked when this body had died.
Yet at that moment, time seemed to grow strange.
This corpse seemed to have died two years ago, yet it also seemed to have died tens of thousands of years ago.
The two impressions blended together, making it exceptionally bizarre.
Naimus stored this strange information away and continued examining the information carried by the corpse.
First came the cause of death. Without question, it was the fist-sized hole that had pierced straight through its body from behind.
Naimus sensed a fierce, scorching sunlight lingering within it.
From that alone, the killer's identity was already clear—a member of the Sun Church.
And one of the Sun Church's most formidable individuals, a Sun Saint.
Otherwise, an ordinary Golden Breed could not have produced such pure solar attributes.
Just as the Number of Ocean was forty-nine,
the Number of Sun was probably somewhere around forty-nine as well.
Logically speaking, the Sun God could at most be considered a first-tier god.
Yet people now universally acknowledged the Sun God as the strongest of all gods.
At present, it seemed to be because the Sun God had somehow acquired a spacetime-related Divine Rank, causing creatures of spacetime like dragons to vanish