The treasure vault gate, painstakingly built, failed to provide any protection whatsoever, allowing the enemy to swagger in with impunity—it's 100% hilarious.
Führer Baisuo Krashov angrily lunged forward, only to be blocked by the gates of his own treasury, unable to enter. His impotent rage outside was utterly hilarious.
Looking at the leader who stood outside the gate roaring madly but was helpless, the other Demigod servants were like blades of grass in the wind. An atmosphere of absurdity, comicality, and humor quietly spread.
When the Guta Star People finally managed to gather all the keys and open the treasure vault door, what greeted their eyes was an incredibly clean vault, as if it had been licked by some greedy behemoth.
The shelves that were originally filled with a huge amount of high-end resources are now completely empty. Even the shelves themselves have been taken away by the despicable thieves, making one wonder if such a skillful move was something they had secretly practiced many times.
Even more observant demon servants noticed that the floor of the treasure vault seemed somewhat out of place with the outside world. Upon closer inspection, they suddenly realized that the ground had been plowed up! Their eyes widened in astonishment.
Demonic energy suddenly erupted from the crowd. A Demigod servant screamed as gray smoke billowed from his body. Soon after, the aura of the King of Ashes, Diorus, descended once more.
"My God!"
All the Guta Star People present, including the furious Baisuo, knelt on one knee in unison, their eyes flashing with fanaticism.
"Heh, very good. It can actually break through the spatial confinement of the Planet Guta directly. A spatial artifact? Or Demigod of Miracle quality?" Diorus's eyes were so cold that they seemed to freeze the entire planet. Looking at the empty treasure vault in front of him, he laughed in anger.
Just then, Baisuo suddenly looked up and shouted, "Oh no!"
All eyes turned to him, including Diorus.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Baisuo, pale-faced, stammered out a few words, "Don't forget, we still have six treasure troves..."
Upon hearing this, the atmosphere suddenly froze, as if a cold wind had blown by, bringing a chill.
Diorus's pupils also contracted slightly. Even for him, the foundation accumulated by the Guta Federation over thousands of years was a considerable fortune. Even Primordial Evil God needed money to cultivate.
Moreover, Diorus still owes that Pontoriel, the Desolate Lord, a high-interest loan.
With fangs bared and a low growl emanating from its mouth, Diorus was now furious and immediately ordered the other six treasuries to be placed under martial law.
However, Guta Star People present knew it was useless.
Even the most heavily guarded treasure vault on Planet Guta No. 1 was looted in full view of everyone, with people coming and going as they pleased. How much less could the other six treasure vaults far away from Planet Guta be affected?
Diorus's actions were merely an attempt to make amends as much as possible, and also carried a bit of wishful thinking. What if Logo failed? What if his unreasonable, breakthrough methods could only be used once?
Under this psychological influence, the group, including Diorus, silently awaited news from afar.
However, the ideal was far from reality. With the help of Nirvana Tower, Logo swept through the remaining six treasure troves of the Guta Federation, and even visited Planet Saila, looting the temporary storage point for the spoils there. He also casually shot down the director of the Central Intelligence Agency, Akesiman, before leaving triumphantly.
When the news arrived, all the Guta Star People felt dizzy. The originally favorable situation had been reversed by one person in such a short time. It was like a blow to the head, leaving all the Federation's high-ranking officials, including Diorus, in a daze and disoriented.
After a long silence, Diorus hoarsely gave the order, "Order the frontline troops to conquer Planet Oklo at all costs! What good are their resources? They can't be converted into combat power in the short term. As long as we can destroy Planet Oklo, the situation in the Elven Plane will be settled. Once I regain my God Level power, no matter how much they've taken, they'll have to give it all back!!"
Diorus reacted quickly and his thinking was very clear.
In His view, while Logo's actions were certainly demoralizing and disgusting, the damage to the Guta Federation was limited to its war potential and did not significantly weaken the Federation's current combat strength.
In short, Logo is desperate. Realizing there's no way to stop himself from recovering from the Realm of Exile and regaining his God Level power, he's resorting to any means necessary to make one last killing. Perhaps, Logo is already planning his escape.
Since the Golden Star was not yet exposed, Diorus's conclusion was indeed very logical, and his decision was the best course of action given the available information.
The Federation high command, including Baisuo, agreed without hesitation. After careful consideration, none of them raised any objections. They filed out, their eyes red with tears, ready to personally join the battle. It seemed they had been collectively pushed to the limit.
After everyone had left, Diorus contacted the Desolate Lord Pontoriel. Black light condensed and transformed into a lens-like projection, revealing a figure resembling a giant toad.
"Diorus, what's wrong now? The little thing you sent is growing very well; you don't need to keep urging it on." Desolate Lord Pontoriel's tone was clearly dissatisfied.
Diorus went straight to the point. "I want you to further seal off the outer Void of the Elven Plane, not allowing any native life to leave, only allowing entry, not exit. Can you do that?"
"Huh? Are you ordering me around?" Desolate Lord Pontoriel's eyes widened, his enormous, star-like pupils seemingly condensing with gray-yellow flames, making him appear extremely terrifying.
"No, no, no, I'm negotiating with you, making a deal. If you can accomplish this, I can compensate you double once I regain my strength!"
Diorus has now figured things out. Debt and such are matters for the future. The core priority now is to do everything possible to restore his God Level power. Everything else is secondary.
The situation in the Elven Plane was becoming increasingly troublesome, something that had never happened in the dozen or so planes He had devoured before. More than once, He had felt the threat posed by these lives, which He had once considered insignificant, and the importance He placed on them had increased accordingly.
Upon hearing Diorus's words, the Desolate Lord Pontoriel slapped his belly, producing a rumbling thunderous sound, and burst into laughter, his laughter filled with clear mockery.
"You're scared? You're actually scared of Diorus? I can hear the fear in your voice. How funny, how hilarious, hahahaha..." Desolate Lord Pontoriel looked utterly amused, just like a mischievous friend.
Diorus's gaze was low and somber. He offered no rebuttal, only coldly asking, "So, will you agree or not?"
"I refuse!"
"Why?"
"The Spellcaster Association has its limits. I can't continue to provoke them. And don't forget, this is the Northern Spirit Empire's surveillance area. The Empire's style has always been domineering. If a nearby civilization reports this matter up the chain of command and attracts the Empire's attention, things will get complicated."
The words of the Desolate Lord Pontoriel caused a gray haze to surge around Diorus, especially the words "Northern Spirit Empire," which made him extremely wary. In the face of a super civilization, Middle God was simply not worth mentioning.
Furthermore, if the Spellcaster Association really gets serious, things will be difficult for me.
"Then let's compromise. You can monitor the entry and exit of personnel from the Elven Plane for me. That shouldn't be a problem, right?"
"Okay, but you must pay the due reward afterwards!"
"... No problem!" Diorus said through gritted teeth.
The dialogue ended, the projection collapsed, and Diorus stood there for a long time before his body disintegrated into countless wisps of gray, which entered the bodies of the Guta Star People.
He had no intention of unifying his power again, lest that wretched fellow Logo launch a third sneak attack on him. Diorus did not want to endure the taste of the God-Hunting Spear any longer.
While Logo was busy transferring enemy assets, on Planet Oklo, Lancelot led a group of powerful members of the Crimson Alliance and all the Titan Fortress to Dragon Island to block its entrance.
Although it is called an island, Dragon Island is only slightly smaller than a few major continents. Because it is located in the Antarctic region, it is covered by ice and snow all year round and receives little sunlight.
The cold wind, sharp as a knife, howled back and forth across the sky, emitting a mournful sound, like the roar of a monster.
As one demigod -Demigod powerhouse after another from the Crimson Alliance descended, and the terrifying fortress, standing ten thousand meters tall, unfolded its complete form, the entire Dragon Island, as well as the Sea Clan Royal Court that had recently migrated there, were all alarmed.
Woof!
The powerful and domineering roars of dragons echoed across the sky, and one after another, True Dragon soared into the heavens from the icy plains.
The sea around Dragon Island was also filled with continuous waves, and the thick ice layer crackled and broke amidst the deafening roar, as if a giant beast from ancient times was slowly emerging from the sea.
Many-Eyed Giant Whale, Dead-Soul Dragon Octopus, Sound-Capturing Conch... all sorts of powerful Sea Clan monsters used their backs to break through the ice and instantly covered the entire sea surface.
The sky suddenly darkened, with dark clouds spreading everywhere. The entire sky seemed to have been torn down by a mighty force, almost within reach. Rolling thunder surged through the thick clouds, like long blue-purple snakes weaving back and forth, creating a scene of apocalypse.
"How sensible! They actually moved the Sea Clan's Royal Court to beneath Dragon Island. Are they trying to save us from having to make an extra trip?" Moon Poem Jacqueline smiled alluringly, raising her finger slightly to lift the brim of her hat, like a dangerous witch.
Lancelot stood with his hands behind his back at the forefront, and to his side and behind him Mo Li, who had already advanced to the level of High-Rank Demigod.
After the Second Blood Ancestor was destroyed by Lancelot, Mo Li seized the opportunity to take over his power, and her strength increased by two ranks in a short period of time, allowing her to win effortlessly.
Because of this, the little girl's mouth has been as sweet as honey lately, calling him "brother-in-law" repeatedly and being exceptionally attentive. It seems she has completely grasped the essence of sucking up to powerful figures.
"Crimson Alliance, are you planning to attack your own allies while the Guta Federation's army is pressing in?"
A dragon's roar shook the heavens as a magnificent Gold Dragon spread its wings and flew in. On its head, eight dragon horns formed a crown-like structure, and its dark golden vertical pupils exuded the majesty of a dragon king. An ancient and powerful aura surged up like waves, its imposing presence overwhelming.
True Dragon Chief Aositing, an ancient Gold Dragon, was Peak Demigod ten thousand years ago. His strength was extremely powerful. Before Lancelot appeared, no one in the entire Crimson Alliance was his match, including Maxwell, who could only barely hold his own.
Yet even this powerful being looked at Lancelot with trepidation, while behind Aositing, the other Demigod and True Dragon were filled with fear, their True Dragon majesty plummeting.
The powerful members of the Crimson Alliance who witnessed all this stared with fervent expressions at the majestic figure radiating Holy Light. Before the battle even began, the proud and arrogant True Dragon Clan was already so wary of him, which showed how terrifying Lancelot's Intimidation was in the entire plane.
"Submit to me and you will be spared death!" Lancelot lowered his gaze, his unparalleled Haki sweeping across the entire Dragon Island as his words fell.
An immense, overwhelming pressure crashed down. On Dragon Island, the once impenetrable permafrost cracked with fine fissures under the Haki of the impact. Some weaker dragons even died instantly. The combined might of the True Dragon was crushed by a single individual. This scene only deepened Aositing's sense of unease.
However, Lancelot's words were an insult to the proud True Dragon Clan. Without hesitation, Aositing roared, "The great True Dragon Clan will not accept any form of enslavement! Since you desire war, then so be it! True Dragon Clan will never be slaves!!"
The deep, resonant dragon roar, carrying the pride and heritage accumulated over hundreds of thousands of years on Dragon Island, ignited the determination of all the True Dragon to resist, and the morale of the Sea Clan was also boosted. Thus, the great battle erupted with a thunderous roar.
Lancelot stretched his neck, and Steel Feather Cloak slowly emerged from his shoulders, then suddenly stretched out, like God of War's cloak, trailing behind him and fluttering in the wind.
The particles condensed, transforming into a long, gleaming golden spear. The blade was very long, and its surface was engraved with some kind of targeted pattern. As soon as it appeared, it posed a fatal threat to Aositing and the Dragon Clan.
"This is... a weapon specifically designed to target Dragon Clan!" Aositing gritted his teeth. "You really were planning this war against Dragon Island all along!"
"Heh, it seems Your Majesty has forgotten that we are, the enemy..." A deep sigh drifted out as Lancelot, holding the "Dragon Hunting Spear" that evolved from his Steel Feather Cloak, grabbed with his other hand, causing a large area of space to shimmer with blue light, then twist and turn into a vortex, pulling over a dozen Demigod True Dragon.
The next moment, Lancelot's cloak suddenly expanded, transforming into a sky-covering curtain that formed an independent battlefield, where he alone surrounded more than a dozen Demigod True Dragon.
Meanwhile, Logo's rampage in the Guta Federation swept across the entire Elven Plane like a hurricane.
Countless ethnic groups and forces were shocked.
Many forces that had already pledged allegiance to the Guta Federation were utterly astonished.
Brother, if you have this ability, why didn't you show it sooner? Why were you holding back? If we had known, we would have waited a little longer.
Some groups nonchalantly said, "What's the big deal? It's just one more vote. There's nothing shameful about it!"