Badge in Azure

Chapter 1382: Complete Elimination (Part 2)

Of course, Saleen did not really want Rafel to leave him. If he were to take on the Holy See now, he would have to deal with the Golden Plains as well as guard against Grand Duke Iron Blood. Although he had many forces under his command, they were spread out.

If anything happened to these places, they would all suffer tremendous losses.

Nothing would happen to Metatrin City, a place not even Fycro wanted to attack. But what about Guderian City? What about Nature City? There were also Lonestar City, Ceylon City, New Demon City, and Daliang City. All belonged to Saleen and were too important to give up.

There was also Lex's Bitter Water Prefecture. Currently, Bitter Water Prefecture was attracting mages and had already reached a certain scale. Even if Lex wasn't an emperor there, the losses would be staggering.

At least he had already obtained the magic cube. With Lex's temperament, the palace storeroom had probably been cleaned out. Anything that could be used would have been taken into the God's ring.

There were people Saleen wanted to defend in an area. Rafel admittedly was not one of them. Nailisi, however, had the ability, and the Winged Skull could also be trusted. He needed helpers at his side; Rafel was the best choice.

Seeing that Rafel had returned to the magical tower, Saleen could not be bothered to conduct a massacre in the forest. He said to the Violet Angel, "I know you have the ability. Kill all those level-10 beings. It doesn't matter how badly you're injured, I will treat you."

Saleen finished speaking and turned, flying toward the magical tower.

The Violent Angel was hopelessly depressed. Everyone had gone, leaving him and the lowest-level puppets to battle alone. Fortunately, he still had the War Drum of Fear in his hands. Hm? Master's Lightning Constellation was still floating high in the air. In the Puppet Constellation, Dante's eyes were closed as he rested his spirit.

After he had impetuously ignited his divine fire on the Myers Continent, he did not seal his power. As a result, he was gravely injured and still had not recovered.

In the Lightning Constellation, however, were 500,000 lightning warriors who could not be killed. Under Dante's power, these Lightning Warriors could be revived repeatedly.

Fycro had just become a god. If he had been allowed to create his angels, Saleen could not dream of having as easy a time as he had now.

Gods created angels to be used in battle and they could fight endlessly. It was said that a paramount god could create more than a million angels, while a high-level god could create tens of billions. Even if it was the low-level Lord of Glory, Fycro would have hundreds of millions of angels at his disposal.

Every battle angel was like Rafel, soulless. Battle angels were born for battle and died for battle.

If a hundred million level-10 angels came forth to kill, Saleen would have no choice but to surrender. No matter how strong his Power of the Soul was, he would not be able to withstand the destruction of the angels. The reason Saleen intended to kill Fycro was that he was his closest enemy. If a newly minted pseudo god was not eliminated, once he established his divine kingdom and angel army, he would defend them to his last breath. Under those harsh conditions, a defensive attack would be suicidal.

Furthermore, the inhabitants of this interdimensional plane were all Saleen's closest and most trusted family members, as well as his oldest batch of soldiers.

These people already paid their price. Saleen had promised he would allow them to rest and recuperate here. Their children could get even better care. If any were suited to cultivating magic, there would be teachers to guide them. Those who were suited to learning swordcraft would have some swordmasters to give them pointers right from the start.

This interdimensional space was already tantamount to Saleen's base. How could he let Fycro establish his divine kingdom there?

A divine kingdom with a prototype still required an interdimensional plane in order to expand. The place Fycro had chosen was coincidentally the same one Saleen forbade others to touch.

It was impossible for an army of millions to assemble there. At the outer reaches, countless troops set out into the forest. The area where Fycro had cleared a large pathway had the fewest troops.

Before Saleen's arrival, Rafel had already killed countless people. Even though this was her job, she just wasn't interested in killing anymore.

If Saleen had not laid down the order, she would not have bothered to battle with these people.

Even if she hated those disciples, she would hate them in her heart.

In Raphael's magical tower, the teleportation portal to the Myers Continent gradually regained its usual state. Fycro had used the power of the godly item to interfere with the spatial coordinates. If they had tried to teleport then, the people would have been sent to a place that was impossible to determine beforehand.

Perhaps it would be a safe zone. There was a larger possibility that it would be in the endless starry sky.

Fycro's thoughts were wicked. If the arrangements within Metatrin City were in order and then the teleportation portal faced a problem, there would already be mages to calculate this. If it had been a really impetuous person, once they entered the teleportation portal, it was equivalent to placing one foot in hell.

The teleportation portal had been restored, but it could not be used immediately. It would take about six days' time for it to be considered safe. The mages did not dare to let Saleen endanger himself and directly sealed the teleportation portal. It would open up at fixed intervals each day and teleport some goods to test if the spatial coordinate points were stable or not.

Even so, the teleportation could no longer be used. Once Saleen returned, he would have to reconstruct another one.

The teleportation itself was profoundly mysterious. Fycro could block its teleportation because he knew the coordinate point. If Fycro had left behind any measures in it, once he was revived, the teleportation portal could become defective at any moment.

If he chased after Saleen inside it, he would be done for.

Saleen was feeling depressed. He let Sika take care of the children and turned to leave the magical tower once more. The Violet Angel was still massacring the people outside. He hit the War Drum of Fear. Most of the Holy See's troops could not block it. Because their god had died, the high-level Holy Masters felt panic, indignation, sorrow, and more vivid emotions in their hearts. Once these were mobilized by the War Drum of Fear, there was no way they could still use any divine spells to assist their comrades.

"Violet Angel, stop." Saleen put away his Lightning Constellation and did not allow the lightning warriors to kill those more disciples.

The Violet Angel did not know what Saleen meant, but he could only steady his hand. His position among Saleen's subordinates was only equivalent to that of the Mechanical Soul. Although Saleen placed importance on him, he would not allow him to gain a high position.

The Violet Angel wanted to curry favor with Saleen, hence he did his utmost when handling matters. Saleen did not allow him to continue killing people, so he immediately stopped.

Saleen was deep in thought at the high altitude. The disciples below him were still rushing into the forest. These people firmly believed that by relying on everyone's strength, they could kill their way into the magical tower and occupy this interdimensional space, thus avenging their god.

How could this be possible? If this could really be done, Fycro would not have fallen in the first place.

In the beginning, humans had gone to slaughter the gods and eliminate divine kingdoms. Did they really wanted to do such a thing? Saleen looked at the appearance of the disciples; chills ran down his spine.

How could people be like this? For the sake of their god, they did not treasure their lives.

They…did not deserve to be saved!

Saleen thought up to this point and began to recite the Goddess of Nature's codex, the ancient script. Saleen had even participated in its compilation. He used the Thundering Sound skill to recite it. The rumbling resounded in the hearts of all the disciples within 50 kilometers.

Saleen did not care about the outcome. He just recited the codex line by line in the sky. Most of the disciples had calmed down and were listening attentively to Saleen's voice. The Goddess of Nature's codex was peaceful and logical.

After the madness in the hearts of these disciples had been soothed, people began to contemplate. Of course, this was the purpose of the Thundering Sound skill. If Saleen was to persuade them face to face, he might not necessarily be able to cause any of the disciples to change their decision.

Saleen didn't care how many of these disciples had turned back either. Actually, even if they come back, they would still change their faith and believe in the Myers Goddess. Saleen had once thought that there was nothing magic spells could not do. Now, from the look of things, even a god's disciples would be hard to convert. There were still matters in this world that could not be resolved by applying power.

From the high altitude, Saleen's voice was transmitted via the magic amplifier. Its range became larger and larger. There were at least 100,000 people listening to him recite the codex.

Originally, Saleen did not believe in any Nature Faith at all. It was just that suddenly, a familiar power was being transmitted from the bodies of the disciples below him. This was the Power of Faith.

Using the Thundering Sound skill, Saleen had actually caused some of Fycro's disciples to become disciples of the Nature Faith.

He had only recited for about one hour. This Thundering Sound captured people's minds and made them less likely to feel conceited.

Saleen thought, if he had wanted to become a god, mm, if he wanted to become a lightning god, he certainly wouldn't be worried about lacking disciples. This Thundering Sound skill also caused one's mind to be unguarded. It was very easy to gain the faith of ordinary people.

This was not a trap,it was coercion.

The Power of Faith was sent to the sky in a continuous stream and was transmitted by Saleen to Dante, who was within the magic amplifier. Although Dante was a lightning god, his skills could purify the Power of Faith of other gods to be used by himself.

The Power of Faith entered the Lightning Constellation. After Dante had used thick electric currents to filter it, it was transformed into power he could absorb. Dante's wounds were swiftly recovering.

Saleen had originally wanted to rescue these disciples. If they continued to believe in Fycro, he would have to kill them. If they converted to the Goddess of Nature, he was amenable to keeping them around.

Saleen had suddenly conceived the idea of showing compassion because he had seen Sika teasing his two children. The Lord of Glory advocated abstinence. Even so, among so many disciples, there would still be children, right?

If they could be spared, it was better not to kill them.

Saleen's mental power was sufficient for him to keep on reciting like this. His Thundering Sound skill was also not meant for combat. The power it released was too weak. It had to rely on the magic amplifier to affect low-level disciples. As for the high-level ones, after witnessing this scene, their hearts also became agitated.

Once Fycro died, the faith of these people also could not be considered to be too steady. The madness they had shown just now was because they knew that the mages here would not spare their lives.

The battle between gods and mages had always been unusually cruel and callous.

These people had long heard from Fycro that at that time, humanity had destroyed divine kingdoms and could mercilessly massacre tens of billions of creatures.

Saleen had recited the codex and unknowingly. The sun rose, the sun set. Sika saw Saleen's actions from the magic images and her face broke into a huge smile.

As a Nature Priest, she didn't support wanton killing: Too many massacres would eventually cause this plane to deteriorate. A plane that was thick with resentment would eventually meet with destruction.

This involved the knowledge of a Nature Priest. When a Nature Priest cultivated to the end, it could clearly grasp the rules of planes.

If a plane was angered, everything would be destroyed.

Saleen had repeatedly recited for six days and six nights. Within this time, resting for only three hours each day. Just like that, millions of disciples threw down their weapons and walked toward the depths of the forest at his summons. These disciples who had converted faiths were no longer attacked by the magic beasts. The Holy Masters who persisted in battle were then slain by the Weapon's Spirit in Saleen's magic amplifier one by one.

Without Fycro's rank, there was no way for people below level-10 to block such sneak attacks