Chapter 99: March Against King Yser!

This matter must be handled with the utmost care.

But if Deng Ken wants to probe the divine beliefs of this world, the Celtic faith is undoubtedly one of the easiest targets.

The monotheistic faiths are currently too powerful to confront head-on.

As for the polytheistic Norse pantheon, Odin is an elite presence; even if the gods cannot directly interfere with the mortal world, the influence of the Norse pantheon remains terrifying.

Deng Ken selected his target

“Is there more?” Tian Yu had already said a lot, but Tian Mo felt there must still be something important left unsaid.

Looking at Zhang Yi’s appearance, apart from being handsome, he looked nothing like a rich second-generation—he seemed more like an ordinary commoner.

The three dark shadows hidden underground chuckled silently in their hearts, showing no reaction to Shangguan Yunfei’s guess about their identities; in their eyes, this strongest figure of the military would never see tomorrow’s sun.

Zhou Tianling turned his head away, unable to bear the cruel scene, covering his mouth as he burst into tears.

Yet no matter how wildly Xiao Tianyu raged, he could not harm Xiang Yu in the slightest, nor stop the destruction and assault unfolding within his own body.

“Your Majesty, are you alright?” Wei Jie saw at once—this was clearly an outbreak of the wushisan addiction.

If it had shown Tang Yi even a shred of respect, glanced his way, perhaps it could have used its miraculous survival technique to evade this devastating sword technique.

“Thank you, Prince,” Chen Xiang, behind Feng Yu, hurriedly knelt and bowed; though she was not afraid of death, who would not prefer to live if given the chance?

He did not deny it—his friend had been world number one for four consecutive years; despite August’s outward German demeanor of caution and seriousness, those who truly knew him would find his soul had been soaked for a century in mire, filthy and corrupt.

As for leadership—he had never actually seen any high-ranking official; he’d heard Sister Xiao Li was one of those in power, and he wanted to see what an official was really like.

At present, at the Second People’s Hospital in YK City, the crowd kept growing, as many had learned that Chen Hua was being hunted—even some had brought firecrackers.

For Ye Chen, this opportunity had arrived—he had to seize it immediately; with seven Heavenly Eyes, it would be nearly impossible not to become a Dou Shen realm powerhouse.

Even Lian Xuanxuan knew that Madam Quan seemed… off today, which was why she had not yet set out?

Roars echoed constantly around him; the giant sphere’s shields soon began to crack with sharp, snapping sounds.

That night, Wen Jia ren tossed and turned, unable to sleep; finally, Mu Qian pinned her down and took her twice fiercely, leaving her too exhausted to think of anything else, falling into a deep sleep until dawn.

Deciding on something is sometimes easy, but preparation is hard—especially when you’ve decided to undertake an extremely dangerous mission with no guarantee of return.

“This place is truly enormous,” I murmured; the plain below stretched beyond sight, and around it stood numerous divine realm guards, all of formidable strength.

“I’ve decided,” I said, raising the Donghuang Bell once more and hurling it at the Demon Dragon.

“Why is the battle flag so beautiful, dyed red with the heroes’ blood? Why does spring forever grace the earth, flowers blooming from the heroes’ lives?” All the transmigrated officers joined in unison to the rhythm.

Xun Yi had heard that Wuji Gate was the strongest sect in Puyun Continent; knowing he could not act recklessly, he sighed helplessly.

Even if there was no path ahead, he would carve one out—for he now understood that in this world, only power was the eternal pursuit.

Xu Lang wiped his face, smiling through his tears; he knew why he cried, though Cheng Yiyi and Zhao Zhiruo did not.