Ripples

Leiata became a city in ruins.

The sounds of gunfire and artillery echoed throughout the city, interspersed with screams of agony.

What tickled Zhou Rihui and others was a deadly threat to the rest of the group.

When a swarm of large, dark moths flew by, everyone except the soldiers who had enough cover was turned into mangled corpses.

This is almost indistinguishable from the Qin Meng beast tide. When the number of people in the group reaches a certain level, it almost completely crushes ordinary people.

Even though Zhou Rihui was unafraid of being bitten, and Nagos and others helped out, their fighting ability was limited.

Two hours after Presenel's death, the fighting in Leiata finally subsided.

"Speaker Gongyi Xingguangyu is dead, and Amov, Daerbotai, Duranze, Gangzeduotiya, Agudamu, and Hadanbatel have also perished!"

During the battlefield inventory, one after another, unrecognizable corpses were identified.

Amid the turmoil, even the Speaker of the Thousand Islands Alliance, Gongyi Xingguangyu, was not spared, and six more members of parliament lost their lives. The number of Tuer people and the reconnaissance team involved on the periphery has not yet been tallied.

Nagos stood silently before the spot where Gongyi Xingguangyu had died.

He and Chimon Haig continued their pursuit, having once helped the enemy by saving Gongyi Xingguangyu's life. However, he never expected that Presenel would return to continue draining Gongyi Xingguangyu's life.

As the Speaker of the Thousand Islands Alliance, Gongyi Xingguangyu is the most likely person in the Thousand Islands Alliance to enter the Seventh Sequence.

Nagos felt a pang of disappointment at the loss of his opponent.

Looking at the corpse of the man who had once been so subservient to him, he felt it was all too tragic.

Nagos did not want the Aomeijia Alliance to produce Seventh Sequence individual, but he did hope that the Thousand Islands Alliance a higher-level leader, so that he could join forces with the Aomeijia Alliance after dealing with the Scarlet Alliance State.

Now that Gongyi Xingguangyu is dead, the Thousand Islands Alliance has gone from a unified entity to a scattered mess, and there is hardly anyone he would ever consider.

"When we're dead, we're all just rotten bones and mud; there'll be no difference between us afterward!"

Chimmon Hagrid also remained solemn for a few seconds before withdrawing his gaze from the numerous corpses.

He's finished his work; now it's time to return to the Scarlet Alliance State to test the drug.

Gongyi Xingguangyu's fate is the same as Chimmon Hagrid's. Without life extension, without the Eighth Sequence or even Ninth Sequence, Chimmon Hagrid would also be a pile of bones.

The situation in the Thousand Islands Alliance was beyond Chimon Haig's expectations.

With the progress of the times, various scientific research results are constantly emerging, and the Sequence Holder and firearms are becoming more and more advanced. No one believes that they will lose the battle against the ferocious beasts on human soil, but the current result is not the victory they wanted.

The cost was devastating.

Chimon Haig had never felt such a strong sense of crisis before; this shock repeatedly reminded him of the desolate Qinmeng Ruins.

He had little affection for the Aomeijia Alliance, but Chim Hagrid would undoubtedly be most wary when faced with a crisis affecting humanity's survival.

"They did not leave us, but simply went to be with the god Tu'er!"

Turcolando and Turcarando also stood in front of the numerous corpses.

The two men, with solemn expressions, led a large group of Turs in reciting a eulogy.

After reciting it several times, Turkalando finally spoke.

"Anyone who dies in the region of Thur will be blessed with God's glory, and the Speaker, who sacrificed himself to eliminate the disaster, will live forever by God's side!"

Turcalandor inherited the cult of Tur's religion, which Nagos and Chimonhagri, who did not believe in gods, scoffed at.

But just a few seconds later, Naggs's expression changed slightly.

"Chimon Hagrid, can you sense a faint energy... a fluctuation of power?"

Naggus repeated it twice before finally describing it with a more fitting word.

He looked around and felt as if something was floating in the air.

Like ripples on a lake, it is the force of the wind. Normal people cannot grasp the power of the wind, and Nagos could not grasp this force in the air either.

But Naggs did sense a fluctuation of post-death power.

The source of these power fluctuations is Speaker Gongyi Xingguangyu and others, while the recipients are difficult to find.

"Could it be the power of faith that Zhang Xuezhou mentioned?"

The matter might touch upon unfamiliar territory for Naggs, so he had no choice but to consult Chimon Haig to see if the latter had more experience.

"What do you mean by 'micro-energy' or 'power'? Doesn't exhaling count as micro-energy or power?"

Upon hearing Chimon Haig's response, Naggs wisely abandoned the discussion. As his gaze wandered, he momentarily missed Zhang Xuezhou and the others.

"He didn't even attend the memorial service for the fallen?"

Nagos couldn't find Zhang Xuezhou anywhere, and felt that this guy was too easygoing. At least he had to save face and make a scene in the Thousand Islands Alliance, but Zhang Xuezhou and the others didn't even participate in the scene.

He couldn't find Zhang Xuezhou, and couldn't help but wonder if Zhang Xuezhou had gone to clean up the battlefield and reap some benefits.

"He doesn't seem interested in the corpse. Come to think of it, you can search the bodies of the Descendants, but this kind of anomaly... never mind, there's nothing to search in a bunch of shells!"

Presenel wasn't even dressed, and Nags didn't expect him to be carrying any important treasures.

The differences in their civilizations meant that the two had almost no interaction, and Presenel was not a ferocious beast in the strict sense, so studying the other would not yield any benefit.

While Naggs was contemplating the limited remaining value of this great war, Zhang Xuezhou was studying the spoils of the war.

It originated from the black demon core that Zhou Rihui picked on Sunday.

Zhang Xuezhou's method of teaching Zhou Rihui Pill Formula extract the demon core from the giant moth was completely useless. Zhou Rihui searched for a long time in the dilapidated body in Hongfan Square but could not find the divine gift.

But when he casually pulled, he ended up with a round bead.

"So, did the god Tu'er respond to you, and cause your healing skills to improve dramatically?"

Watching Zhang Xuezhou examine the items repeatedly, Zhou Rihui couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

"This... don't rush!"

Zhang Xuezhou turned the demon core he had just acquired over his hands.

This was the spherical object that Presenel showed in his throat when he swallowed; Zhang Xuezhou wasn't sure for a moment whether it was a demon core.

"You didn't rip someone's stomach out, did you?"

Zhang Xuezhou found it difficult to even complain.

He looked at the dark brown slime on his palms and felt that it was highly corrosive, like being stung when it got on his hands.

Wang Li was also extremely interested in this. After getting a tiny bit of it, the guy almost cried from the pain; his finger was already swollen.

Presenel's form had deviated from that of a normal Demon Beast, and the demon core was pitch black and contained corrosive residue, making it difficult for Zhang Xuezhou to determine its nature.

He figured he could only take it back to China for testing, and while responding absentmindedly to Zhou Rihui, Zhang Xuezhou, holding the black demon core, felt a sudden stirring in his heart. He vaguely sensed an obscure fluctuation.