Chapter 1785

Floating inside the sedan chair.

This is the prophet absorbing the power of the soul.

And the servant nodded and said: "Alright... this little one understands..."

Just as the words fell.

A streak of cyan-blue light.

Pierced directly through the servant's head.

Afterward, dozens of rays of light descended, and all the servants were killed.

Stark aimed at the sedan chair.

And fired another Cero.

However, it was absorbed by the Shield of Darkness.

"Who is it... daring to make a move at this time? I guess... it wouldn't be an assassin from another tribe, would it..."

Ghostly blue fire bloomed.

Prophet Tarik appeared outside the sedan chair.

Looking at the stranger's face and the power of the soul burning on his body.

He couldn't help but sneer: "Sure enough... is it a beast from the Soul Furnace side? Truly, vulgar people cannot be trusted... nearby is the Modrik stronghold.

Do you really want to choose to make a move here?

Little brat... choose to leave now.

I can pretend today's events didn't happen..."

Answering Tarik.

Was a Cero with strange speed.

And at the same time, Stark erupted with Sonido, and his whole person appeared behind the prophet.

Infinite Cero launched.

Boom.

Boom.

Boom.

Hundreds of attacks all erupted.

Tarik's brows tightened, and his withered bone-like fingers pressed fiercely onto the ground.

Countless huge skeleton shields blocked directly in front of him.

However, the eruptive power of the Cero.

Far exceeded his imagination.

It only hindered it for three seconds, and all the defensive shields shattered.

And Prophet Tarik never expected the enemy's strength to be so terrifying.

His whole person was blown away.

"Could this be the hidden power of the Soul Furnace? You guys... actually harboring such vicious intentions, having time to target me...

Might as well go deal with those living beings.

Do you understand or not..."

Facing the old man's angry rebuke.

Stark grinned: "Sorry... the tribe's orders are greater than everything, what I want is the thing in your hand, I don't care about other things..."

"Sacred Object? You guys really want to take the Sacred Object from my hand. I truly hate... to have cooperated with you guys..."

One of his arms had already been blown off.

Stark's attack was too fierce.

If he hadn't opened the space rift.

Even if he couldn't beat him, he could have escaped.

Unfortunately, it's too late to say anything now.

The prophet wanted to escape this place.

Alas, Stark's Coyote had already chased him down.

When his body was being bitten.

Only then did this prophet realize.

"You are not a creature of the Holy Domain... your soul aura is wrong... you are... a soul from the outside world!!!"

"Oh? How did you know..."

Stark was a bit surprised.

Originally he thought his disguise was pretty good.

He didn't expect to be exposed so quickly.

The other party sneered: "Hahahaha... you trash souls, how can you compare to us... see the Sacred Object in my hand?

There are countless existences like this...

Hehehehe..."

"Oh? If there really were that many... you wouldn't be so nervous, idiot... if I'm not mistaken, each tribe should only have one Sacred Object.

Am I right..."

The old man's eyes shrank fiercely.

The flickering of his soul fire slowed by a beat.

Boom.

Just as he was about to say something more.

A Cero directly shattered his arm.

Followed by his head and body.

As for that soul fire, it was bitten away by the Coyote.

Stark looked at the short sword that fell out.

Picked it up and disappeared.

It hadn't even been three minutes.

Countless cavalry arrived.

The leader looked at the mess nearby and the dissipating soul aura, and couldn't help but roar.

"Who exactly is it that wants to destroy our tribe's grand plan..."

"Search for me... absolutely do not let anyone go!!!"

"The Sacred Object absolutely cannot be lost..."

"Yes."

A large number of soldiers came out from the stronghold.

And Stark continuously used Sonido.

Having long since escaped.

He didn't stay long but crossed the rift and returned directly to the Sumeru underground.

It hadn't even been half an hour.

Stark presented the short sword before Su Han and the others.

"A weapon capable of tearing space?"

"Yes, this is the footage I captured..."

Stark played the recording.

While everyone was watching, Nahida and Venti were studying this strange short sword.

After a long while, the video ended.

Lisa couldn't help but sigh: "These guys... it seems they originally had problems, and later because of development, they temporarily stopped fighting...

This can be glimpsed from the prophet's conversation...

As for this short sword.

I think it should be a relic of a Demon God..."