Chapter 2272 - 2272 Life on the line (1)
2272 Life on the line (1)
“Sirs, how much longer do you want to wait? do you really want to see my master get killed?”
The Spirit’s voice rang out. There was a trace of grief and indignation in his tone as he looked up at the sky.
There were a few figures there, monitoring the entire battlefield from above.
The people he was questioning were naturally the cultivators who had signed the contract, Star Spirit Lord and the other two.
According to the requirements of the contract, the cultivators of Lou city had to protect the safety of the indigenous gods and could not let them be attacked by the enemy.
Of the enemies he expected, the first one was naturally the sea Emperor, who was born from the inner demons of the indigenous gods and the source of all changes.
The second-ranked enemy was the descendants of the martial artists from the martial arts continent, the uninvited bandits.
They were the descendants of the void bandits, and once they contacted their ancestral land, they might also target the indigenous gods.
The essence of bandits was to plunder. Guarding a great treasure like the indigenous gods but not doing anything for a thousand years, these descendants of Warriors were really not as good as their ancestors.
The last thing he needed to be on guard against was some believers who harbored evil intentions.
After the betrayal of a group of core believers, the indigenous gods no longer dared to trust these believers, because the invincible image in the hearts of the believers had collapsed.
The more powerful a believer was, the more they would understand the secrets of the divine Kingdom. The trace of devout faith in their hearts would be polished clean.
They understood that they were being used, so when they considered the problem, they would also consider it from the perspective of benefits.
Under such circumstances, as long as there were enough benefits, betrayal was inevitable.
As for the void monster, it could only be considered an accident, but the danger level was far higher than the first three.
This monster came with a menacing momentum, and if they could not resist it, it would completely annihilate the God Kingdom.
The accidents that the Aboriginal deities were worried about had all come together, which made the situation extremely dangerous.
The spiritualist knew very well that the Grand temple’s original defensive power would not be able to withstand this catastrophe.
At this moment, the Lou Cheng cultivators were still needed to resolve the crisis.
However, since the start of the battle, the three cultivators in charge of guarding the Grand temple had no intention of making a move.
The spirit envoy didn’t understand what the other party was thinking, but he knew that the native gods were in danger.
As the most loyal servant, the spiritual envoy was extremely anxious, which was why she had questioned him at the critical moment.
It was a matter of life and death. He had no time to care whether his actions were rude or not.
After hearing the Spirit envoy’s words, the Golden Eye Lord’s gaze turned and slowly fell on the spirit envoy.
In an instant, the spiritualist felt an immense pressure, as if his body would shatter at any moment.
how powerful! the spiritual envoy was shocked. At this moment, she could truly feel how powerful the Golden Eye Lord was.
Compared to the God-grade cultivators he had seen before, the Golden Eye Lord in front of him was clearly on a higher level.
He even had a feeling that this God-level expert hidden in the shadows was not much weaker than his master.
you’re joking. How is that possible? ”
The spiritualist shook his head, feeling that this idea was ridiculous.
Its owner was not simple. He was definitely not an ordinary divine level expert, but an existence of an even higher level.
Otherwise, he would not have been able to establish a God nation and have a group of God-level servants. Just this point alone was enough to prove his strength.
Unfortunately, no matter how strong a master was, there would be times when he would be unlucky. The Aboriginal deities were just more unlucky.
“I reckon that this cultivator will soon reach the level of a mid-tier deity, the same level as master.
If he wasn’t strong enough, he wouldn’t be able to give him such a familiar feeling, as if he had seen his master back then
This world of loucheng was indeed powerful. The strength of cultivators was incomparably strong, and they could easily encounter such an expert.
No wonder master would rather pay a huge price to sign a contract with Lou Cheng’s cultivators. He clearly knows how strong they are!”
Thinking of this, the spirit envoy had a trace of hope in her heart. If this was the case, did it mean that the indigenous gods were safe?
“Who are you to question me?”
The Golden Eye Lord asked coldly, making the spiritual envoy feel as if she was in the middle of winter.
Although the spiritualist felt the pressure as heavy as a mountain, he was neither servile nor overbearing. As the master of the Grand temple, he naturally had a certain bearing manner.
Compared to the other divine servants, spiriters had higher authority and could be considered half a master of the God nation.
If he wanted to, he could mobilize the divine source stored in his storage at any time and become a creator level expert.
Of course, doing so would lead to a series of hidden dangers, so he had been in charge of the Grand temple for many years, but he had never done so.
However, in terms of status and mentality, the spiritual envoy did not think that she was inferior to the Golden Eye Lord. Therefore, she did not feel inferior at all.
While fending off the rebels, the spirit envoy looked directly at the Golden Eye Lord and spoke clearly.
“I’ve signed a contract with all of you in my master’s place, so I’m his representative.
While my master is in a deep sleep, as his closest servant, I naturally have the right to supervise you as you fulfill the agreement.
&Nbsp; now that danger was everywhere, master had to move to a safe place as soon as possible, or else he might be killed.
Thus, I hope that you can help my master with the transfer. Otherwise, if an accident really happens, you will also suffer losses.”
The spiritualist was not exaggerating. According to the agreement they signed, the cultivators of loucheng had to be responsible for the safety of the indigenous gods.
Once the indigenous gods were injured, they would also suffer the corresponding punishment according to the contract.
Don’t think that this contract doesn’t have any binding force. The more powerful a cultivator is, the more they know how to respect and respect, and the more they have the spirit of the contract.
Once a contract was signed, one would try their best to abide by it. This was especially so for a contract signed by a God-ranked cultivator. Its binding power was not something ordinary contracts could compare to.
Even the Golden Eye Lord couldn’t say anything about the contract, but he wasn’t someone to be manipulated.
The Golden Eye Lord coldly glanced at the spirit envoy and said, ” “I know better than you what we should do. Do you think that by moving the underground palace, your master will be able to avoid danger?
I can tell you that this is a very stupid move, and it will only put your master in a greater danger.
If you don’t transfer it, I can guarantee that your master’s life will not be in danger, even if he has to face a void monster.
However, at this moment, you have to face more and more enemies, and all of this is caused by your stupid decision.
The most important thing is that the real crisis has yet to be resolved. I have an ominous feeling that something big will happen soon.”
Upon hearing the Golden Eye Lord’s reprimand, the spiritual envoy remained silent, and her expression was slightly gloomy.
His actions were indeed a little impulsive. However, what exactly was the danger that the Golden Eye Lord had mentioned?
Just as this thought rose in his mind, a figure suddenly appeared among the crazy rebels.
While the divine servant was being held back, the figure was like a ghost, directly attacking the gap in the underground palace.
Then, the cultivator suddenly roared and his flesh burst apart. He turned into a black lightning bolt and shot toward the sleeping Aboriginal deity.
The whole process was extremely fast. By the time the spiriters reacted, the black Lightning had already flown in front of the indigenous God and was about to attack.
“No!”
master! the spiritual envoy cried out in sorrow. She turned into a stream of light and rushed forward desperately, trying to block this fatal blow for her master.