As Inquisitor Cass·Soren died, the remaining Arbiters were eliminated one by one by ordinary mobs in cooperation with Bone Dragon.
White Mist Sector 23 was occupied by this Soul-Hunting Army from Soul-Eater Dimension.
But the moment they destroyed the entire War Fortress, a faint blue Spatial Mana appeared out of thin air and swept across the entire District 23.
Soul-Hunting Army was instantly frozen in place, and Soul Hunter Chloes, who had been hiding in the dark, was forced to reveal his true form.
Immediately afterwards...
'Crack!'
White Mist Sector 23 gradually cracked like broken glass, and Soul-Hunting Army trapped inside was instantly destroyed.
Only the strongest Soul Hunter Chloes barely escaped being killed by Oblivion with his sensitivity to death and strong strength.
But it was seriously injured and was caught Kamar-Taj just like the previous Fear Lord Bethus.
Ancient One, which was suspended above Desert White Mist, fanned a folding fan and shook his head helplessly. "Is it really okay for you to end it yourself?"
"I clearly promised to train you Believer Legion..."
"Tiamut changed the rules of the world in White Fog in advance, and they will not really die..."
"Hmph~" Richard knew he was in the wrong, so he could only snort to express his dissatisfaction.
He said with a dark face, "These bastards just lack training!"
"When this war is over, just throw them into the universe and let the aliens go!"
Ancient One smiled and said, "You, you... are exactly the same as when I first took over Sorcerer Supreme. They both have endless hearts and endless shortcomings..."
Richard:...
He glanced at Ancient One angrily and said, "Then, Master Sorcerer Supreme, can you show mercy and take back Sorcerer Supreme's throne?"
"I'm starting to regret it now!"
"Uh... this..." Ancient One coughed dryly and turned away hastily, "It's always been like this when I first started doing it!"
"Richard! So far, you are doing better than me..."
"No! Better than Kamar-Taj and all previous Sorcerer Supremes!"
"I believe that under your leadership, Kamar-Taj will be able to embark on a different glorious path!"
Richard curled his lips, and waved his hand to disperse White Mist Sector 23's Spatial Mana. The originally fragmented Area 23 quickly healed and quickly returned to its original state.
Then, a huge Portal opened.
Two huge humanoid creatures came out at the lead.
The lion-headed Heroic Spirit knelt on one knee. "Your Majesty, White Lion Tribe Leonzos·Golden Mane's guard failed, please punish me!"
Heroic Spirit, who had the head of a bear, also knelt down and bowed his head. "Iron Bear Tribe Uldon·Iron Palm's guard failed, please punish me!"
Behind them, Inquisitor Cass·Soren walked out one after another Portal with his Arbiter Detachment.
They all knelt down with their breasts in their hands and their heads bowed. "Your Majesty, our guards are in trouble, please punish us!"
"Everyone, get up~"
Richard stepped forward in front of everyone. He raised his hand slightly, and an unparalleled majestic force lifted everyone who was kneeling on the ground.
"Leonzos, Uldon, you don't need to blame yourself! I ordered you not to take action."
"As for Cass..."
Cass said with a guilty look on his face, "I'm sorry, boss! You repeatedly told me not to be careless and not to be controlled by manic emotions, but I was still careless..."
Richard waved his hand. "Cass, the Berserker Bloodline you got from the Mechanoid Profound Realm is a bloodline with great potential, but it is not easy to fully control Berserker Bloodline..."
"I hope you will learn from this lesson, continue your efforts, and control the power of your bloodline as soon as possible..."
"I am looking forward to the appearance of a Berserker Legion from Red Order in the future."
Cass nodded firmly and said, "Yes, boss! I promise I won't let you down again!"
Richard nodded happily.
It has to be said that the twenty or so young HYDRAs whom I first met at Starlight Bar have now begun to take charge of their own business one after another.
"Leonzos, Uldon, now you can take action as much as you like."
White Lion Leonzos and Iron Bear Uldon looked at each other, with strong fighting spirit rising in their hearts.
White Lion sharpened his fists. "Old Xiongtou, since Centennial Spirit Festival and we both died together, we have never competed again, right?"
Iron Bear rubbed his hands. "That's right, old lion! Let's compete later to see who can kill more!"
"Compete!"
"Whoever wins this time will be the big brother!"
"The winner must be me, White Lion!"
"Tch, I, Iron Bear, am not in vain!"
"Hmph!"
"Hmph!"
The two Heroic Spirit disagreed and turned their backs.
At the same time, they secretly made up their minds that they must win the next game!
On the other side, pour a tube of Fitz and the Wizard of Oz Potion down.
Five minutes later, the wax shell melted, and Thor woke up leisurely.
"Am I still alive? Where are the enemies? How is the battle going?"
Phil Coulson said calmly, "Prince Thor, you have just woken up from a serious injury. Don't worry about other things. Just stay at the base and rest."
"No! Son of Coul!" Thor sat up and grabbed Phil's arm, "Tell me how the battle is going? Where is Cass·Soren? Where is that Arbiter? And the White Fog division..."
Phil Coulson looked at him quietly, silent.
Thor's straight back collapsed instantly, showing a depressed expression, and murmured, "Are they all dead..."
"First Fandral...Morgan...Volstagg..."
"Now it's Cass·Soren... and the brave Arbiter warriors..."
"Obviously I should be at the front to protect them..."
"In the end, I was the only one who survived..."
"Thor the God of Thunder... hehehe, God of Thunder...!"
"A God of Thunder who can't protect anyone, but is always protected by others..."
Phil Coulson and Melinda May looked at each other silently.
Melinda May shook his head, turned around and walked towards the door.
Phil Coulson followed her and left.
Fitz blinked and quickly followed them. When leaving the room, he closed the door thoughtfully.
Melinda May walked back to the office area before stopping.
She turned to look at Phil and asked, "How are Phil and White Mist Sector 23's situation now?"
"The group was destroyed." Phil replied with a wry smile, "Later, the Lord personally took action and wiped out the intruders in Area 23."
Melinda May asked again, "Where are Cass·Soren them?"
"Dead." Phil gasped, "But then they all came back to life..."
Melinda May's mouth twitched slightly, she took a deep breath and resisted the urge to blow Phil's head.
"What's going on?"
"I don't know either, Mei." Phil spread his hands and smiled bitterly, "Maybe the Lord has changed the rules of the entire White Mist Zone world. This place seems to have become a..."
He thought for a while and said, "A Game World!"
"After our people are sacrificed, they will be resurrected at a specific resurrection point."
"But according to the news from the headquarters, this rule does not seem to work on those intruders."
Melinda May After hearing this, his eyes lit up instantly.
She couldn't wait to say, "Phil, I have a request..."