Dead Just Like That

"Dead, just like that?"

Presenel was violently beaten by Nagos until his longsword was destroyed, and sixteen spring-loaded steel knives were plunged into his body by Chimon Hagrid. Presenel's body was only broken, and he staggered as he fled.

But when Zhou Rihui saw an opening and forcefully grabbed the black ball in the opponent's mouth, Presenel's body fell down like a rotten tree.

Holding the black ball that had been pulled from the other person's throat, Zhou Rihui still couldn't believe it.

Firstly, he couldn't believe that such a formidable humanoid beast had died so quickly; secondly, he found it hard to believe how easily the black ball had been removed from the other party's throat.

With a forceful tug, he seized the black ball from the other person's throat and placed it in his palm.

He even used so much force that he pulled out the monster's five-meter-long, sharp mouthparts.

The end of its mouthparts gripped a piece of photographic paper smeared with black and red patterns.

Zhou Rihui was baffled by the other party's actions.

He held the object that had allowed Zhang Xuezhou and the others to receive the divine grace of Tu'er. Black blood flowed from the black sphere, and his palm felt corrosive as if it were being torn apart by thousands of poisonous ants.

This prompted Zhou Rihui to tear off the few remaining tattered pieces of cloth from his body and cover the black ball to avoid discomfort in his hand.

"Dead?"

How did he die?

Just as Zhou Rihui wrapped the black ball with a rag, two voices came from the swarm of moths that had fallen into chaos and turmoil.

One voice came from Nagos, and another from Chimmon Hagrid.

"He is..."

"Heretics were judged by the god Thur and fell under divine grace!"

Just as Zhou Rihui was about to recount the outrageous events, the door a few meters away was opened, and Tulcarando slowly walked out, holding his scepter.

Behind Turkalando, Ren Anran pressed her body extremely close, seemingly pushing him forcefully.

It was clear that Turkalando came out somewhat reluctantly, but he had no choice but to grit his teeth and crawl out.

She held the scepter, and left the house at almost the perfect time.

"The Judgment of the God of Tur?"

Naggus felt as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

He fought desperately until the sword shattered, using almost every trick in the book, which turned into the fall of the judgment of the god Thur.

But Presenel died rather quickly.

This made Naggs frown. He swung a spare standard-issue longsword wildly, then looked at Presenel lying on the ground, his limbs trembling. He had to admit that Presenel had indeed died in a short time.

With the tree fallen, the monkeys scattered; without Presennel's command, countless moths fell into chaos.

Some moths frantically attacked every living creature within sight, while others flew towards the distant Turs' army entering the city. Still others frantically flew into the sky, and some, driven by their physical needs, frantically crashed against windows of buildings.

However, no moths flew towards Turkalando and the others; in fact, several moths lay prostrate in front of Turkalando.

This change made Naggus blink repeatedly.

He sensed a strange energy fluctuation emanating from Turkalandor, and for a moment thought that Turkalandor was quite adept at taking advantage of others, or that the other party was some kind of special descendant, controlling everything from behind the scenes.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but become more cautious.

Thinking of how Presenel had repeatedly tripped and lost his balance by getting entangled in steel bars and other objects in the ruins during their fierce battle, and how his body was difficult to control and abnormal after the other party had drained the blood of Gongyi Xingguangyu and others, he sensed a strange aura.

He swung his longsword wildly, his eyes glancing at Turkalando, and for the first time, he felt a hint of wariness towards this fourth largest country's region.

"Um?"

When Naggs saw someone else come out of the room and see Zhang Xuezhou carrying a metal clothesline for self-defense, he found it hard to criticize this newcomer.

Some of the beings who descended were well hidden and made Nagoth wary, but others he couldn't speak of.

In short, he was very happy to see Zhang Xuezhou come, and even happier that the other party was alive.

After a series of slashes and cuts, and relying on his body, which was impervious to the moths' bites and mandible strikes, Nagos barely managed to break free from the swarm of moths.

"Have you found the one who released the coordinates?" Nagos asked quickly in a low voice as he approached.

"Do you understand the power of faith?" Zhang Xuezhou asked politely, picking up the photos of witchcraft from the ground.

"What? Could it be him?"

"He seems to know a little bit and has used it to some extent, possibly sending out the coordinates!"

Zhang Xuezhou nodded.

Zhang Xuezhou didn't understand the power of faith, nor could he find any objects of faith. He hoped that Nagos understood even a little bit.

"Then you didn't make a mistake!"

Naggus took a deep breath.

"What are you guys talking about coordinate faith? What's that?"

When Chimmon Hagrid burst out of the moths to ask what was going on, Naggs wisely stopped the conversation.

Once the person who sent the coordinates is truly killed, the world will enter a state of controlled order.

His gaze inadvertently swept over Zhang Xuezhou.

Zhang Xuezhou should be thankful that he chose to land in the Scarlet Alliance State; if he had been in another place that was easily accessible to the Nagos, Zhang Xuezhou would have been killed long ago.

This time, the fire meteors fell in somewhat strange locations, all heading towards Qin Meng's area, which allowed him to freely and normally search for these descendants.

The only difficulty is finding these deeply hidden arrivals.

His brow relaxed, but after Zhang Xuezhou said something, Naggus's brow furrowed again.

"We must remove the power of faith to prevent it from being used to release the coordinates again, but I don't understand the power of faith. It seems that only the false gods and demons of the Seven Dragon Era possess it..."

Nagos responded in a low voice in the language of the Scarlet Alliance, his tone tinged with uncertainty.

Zhang Xuezhou's heart stirred upon hearing this.

For many, the alien world remains a science fiction concept, while others have already actually experienced it.

Just like people in ancient times who sailed to find a new continent, the first thing they did was to set up a marker to mark the location before seeking to conquer it.

The Arrivers are those who seek new continents and new worlds, and also seek to gradually invade and conquer.

"Nagoth said that by transcending falsehood to attain truth, does that mean there are still realms after reaching the pinnacle of the True Self Realm?!"

The True Self Realm is the ultimate limit of cultivation in another world, which has an extremely clever coincidence with what Nagos said about eliminating falsehood and becoming true. However, Zhang Xuezhou always felt that alien life forms like Nagos and Bai did not enter a certain world to seek this ultimate cultivation.

Zhang Xuezhou had seen the fire meteor and believed it might be equivalent to a secret place.

In other words, these visitors are most likely at the level of the Sacred Land's Lord.

But these beings are willing to destroy secret realms to enter other worlds, which must mean they have higher aspirations than simply conquering the local natives through force or some other ability.

Based on this simple comparison, Zhang Xuezhou felt that the True Self Realm in the other world was not the limit, but rather that there might be an even higher realm.

And the higher realms may very well involve the true pursuit of these invaders to enter another world.

"As Naggus grows stronger, there's one thing he'll definitely do, and that's exactly why he came to this world!"

Thinking of Nagos, whom he knew and who was 90% likely to be a Descendant, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but feel a bit more affectionate.

He couldn't directly probe Nags's secrets, but as long as he kept a close eye on Nags, Zhang Xuezhou would likely find out the truth in the future.

"I hope that a True Self Realm will be possible in the future!"

Besides considering how to disrupt Naggus's actions in the future, Zhang Xuezhou also wanted to gradually push forward, striving to grasp what these people sought and pursued, and even promote their exploitation.