The thunderous artillery fire created waves of air within the Bull Head's horde of Wandering Corpse.
Before the shattered Wandering Corpse could even reassemble itself in the gray mist, it was torn apart and devoured by the Wandering Corpse that pounced on it from the opposite side, never to have another chance to reform.
The sudden appearance of the Flying Circus Man was like a gust of wind, quickly blowing the Wandering Corpse from the Aquarius side towards them.
The Flying Circus Man continued their relentless bombardment, the escalating barrage even approaching the portal.
A claw covered in scales first extended from the portal, and the Bull Head began its deployment.
Meanwhile, the Flying Circus Man arrived over the capital, and the sailors, who had already gathered on the deck, jumped into the horde of Bull Head corpses like dumplings being dropped into a pot, and began a massacre.
"Heretics, die!"
"I'd give my heart to the president!"
"Slaughter that cow and make braised beef for the chairman!"
"The president is the best in the world!"
"..."
The sailors were like Fervor and fanatical believers.
As he swiftly hacked at the Wandering Corpse, he shouted various pledges of loyalty to the guild leader.
This left the Aquarius behind them completely bewildered.
She recognized the ship that had returned.
She just didn't know what these people were up to.
At this moment, the Captain and his crew's performance was no less impressive than that of the fanatics previously trained by Aquarius.
Could it be that they truly worship the president's divine power and are willing to become believers?
For a moment, Aquarius felt that either she had gone mad, or the world had gone mad.
The Thousand Faces, who were near the portal, were extremely anxious upon witnessing this scene.
"That bastard god's henchmen are here again!"
"I'll go and wipe them out right now, buying you time to arrive!"
Having said that, Thousand Faces, all alone, charged towards the group of sailors without hesitation.
"Heretical minions, die!"
Thousand Faces descended from the sky, and dark red energy pulses exploded in the crowd.
Several sailors were caught off guard and were thrown dozens of meters away.
"Damn it! Don't you have any self-awareness about whether you're a heretic or not?"
"An elite monster dropped! Brothers, let's get it!"
"For the president, I'll be brave one more time!"
"T's here, let's go!"
"..."
The sailors were incredibly excited, taking turns displaying the results of their meticulous training on Thousand Faces's body.
The day when everyone can use the Heavenly King's clone as a boss to defeat is one they've been waiting for far too long.
The Self-Destruct Squad Thousand Faces dust and dirt, and staggered about.
The old folks who practiced Fire Movement Technique even joined forces to create a giant fire dragon, which would occasionally deliver a fierce blow to Thousand Faces.
Thousand Faces was having a hard time keeping his composure, muttering under his breath on the Local Area Network: "You guys really came, right?"
Qin Ze smiled and said, "Didn't you want to improve? This is your own choice."
" Niuniu is watching now; how can we make him believe it if it's not genuine?"
With Qin Ze's words, the sailor clones put on an even more enthusiastic "performance".
Even the Captain was involved.
He unleashed a mental shock that clashed with the Thousand Faces of the Spiritual Sea of Consciousness.
Taking advantage of their stunned state, the other sailors quickly unleashed all the skills they had at their disposal.
Thousand Faces suspected that the Captain, that petty fellow, was settling a personal score.
I couldn't help him deal with the Aquarius, and he's holding a grudge.
The Aquarius in the distance looked on with a sense of existential unease.
They are defending the chairman's honor with their lives.
Such loyalty is something that even some of the Twelve Zodiac Signs cannot achieve.
You can call them hypocritical, but what if they're hypocritical their whole lives?
Aquarius simply can't understand what could possibly be worth risking their life for in such a reckless act of self-destruction.
Looking at the disheveled Thousand Faces, she couldn't help but mutter, "Could it be that there's discord among them?"
Thousand Faces was, after all, a genuine Advanced Martial Artist. Although the sailors' attacks were flashy and earth-shattering, they were merely tickling him.
Qin Ze felt that wasn't enough, so he decided to add fuel to the fire.
"Stab him with your flying sword."
"Avoid vital points, don't kill him."
Miss Sword Case exclaimed excitedly, "Okay!"
Although she didn't know what game the puppets were playing, she had long wanted to join in because it looked so lively.
Miss Sword Case immediately summoned a water-attribute flying sword.
Thousand Faces was busy slaughtering people and was completely unaware of the flying sword that had circled around from behind.
"Puff--"
A streak of blue light rushed in and Precision pierced Thousand Faces's lower back.
"Holy crap!"
The Thousand Faces Bull Head glanced at the flying sword and couldn't help but smirk.
Qin Ze nodded in satisfaction. "That really looks like a lot more."
Miss Sword Case then stabbed Thousand Faces twice more before reluctantly putting the sword away.
Thousand Faces was covered in blood, as if he had been struck by Blood Rage.
Wherever they passed, the clones all turned into a bloody mist.
To demonstrate the immense power of the Thousand Faces, some of his clones self-destructed before he could even get close.
Seeing that the Bull Head was almost fully deployed, the Captain decided it was time to retreat.
"Damn heretics!"
"The president will definitely judge you!"
The Captain was inexplicably sent flying backwards.
As luck would have it, he crashed right onto the deck of the Flying Circus Man.
"Let's go!"
The Captain hurriedly ordered his men to raise the sails and get away from here.
His goal has been achieved; he was just there to make himself known.
After defeating the last "heretic," the exhausted Thousand Faces knelt on one knee, watching the Flying Circus Man disappear into the distance with resentment.
Just then, a massive aura descended upon this land, enveloping the entire capital.
The queen, standing outside the palace, was utterly astonished. "What... what is this?!"
She had never seen such a terrifying aura.
This feeling is like being alone on Sea of Glaze during a stormy night.
Lonely and helpless.
There was nothing I could do but pray silently in my heart.
Can those outsiders really win?
The Queen murmured softly.
The time has come to decide the fate of the Sea of Glaze.
This time, the portal did not abruptly stop halfway open like it did last time.
The Bull Head's massive body slowly stepped out of the door.
"What a vibrant world!"
The Bull Head was very satisfied; this kind of world was perfect for preaching.
He then looked at the Thousand Faces guarding the gate directly in front of him and felt that he had truly struck gold this time.
Bull Head witnessed the entire battle; such a loyal and powerful subordinate is hard to find even with a lantern.
He had some doubts when he heard the old man's report.
Now that I've seen it with my own eyes, the last trace of doubt in my heart has been completely dispelled.
Such talent is wasted on being Preacher; they are indeed better suited to be trained Battle General.
Thousand Faces immediately turned to Bull Head and bowed, saying, "I failed to stop the heretic; please punish me, Master."
Bull Head waved his hand. "You did very well."
"From now on, you no longer need to be Preacher."
"I will enhance your strength and make you a Battle General."
Thousand Faces were filled with joy.
Good news from the delivery room: the baby has risen again.
Everyone says Preacher is difficult, but Thousand Faces doesn't think it's difficult at all.
He never succeeded in preaching, yet he was directly promoted to become Bull Head's right-hand man.