1383 Complete Elimination Part 2 (1/2)

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.