Target 3

The rune stone had been blocked before, but now the interference was gone.

Soon, a portal opened not far from Xia Wei'er's side. Several masked figures rushed out.

Seeing the apocalyptic blaze and ruins around them, the group froze for a moment before swiftly taking over the critically wounded, dying Ryan Descartes. They took Xia Wei'er with them and retreated through the portal.

Half-conscious, Ryan Descartes's mind was filled with Xia Wei'er's beautiful figure and anxious expression.

To receive the goddess's favor, he felt that suffering such severe injuries had been more than worth it!

What puzzled him, however, was that the mysterious giant who had saved him seemed to carry an aura remarkably similar to that of Mage Mafaria, whom he so admired.

Perhaps once he had recovered a little, he could ask Mage Mafaria about it.

Holy Spirit Palace.

Lin Sheng's towering figure sat in the seat of honor.

To his left was a newly established seat, where the elderly Gula sat upright.

Below them were all the Holy Spirit Palace higher-ups who had rushed over for the meeting.

After the previous streamlining, far fewer people attended this time. Only the World Kings of the various worlds, their deputies, and their strongest subordinates were qualified to be present.

The four major military departments had now gained another—the Arcane Military Department. Though this news had taken everyone by surprise, no one raised any objections.

"Looks like no one has any objections. But to show fairness and democracy, how about we hold a vote?" Lin Sheng suggested.

Tiangong Xia rolled her eyes below.

More than half the people present were his True Spirit sub-bodies or summoned commanders. The remaining people numbered less than ten... Even if all of them opposed it, it would be meaningless.

They were all his own