Chapter 58

Trying to struggle hard but without any effect, several leaders were horrified in their hearts.

They could also be called top-tier warriors or mages in their own kingdoms back then, but here they were pressed so they couldn't move by just pressure.

This kind of power had completely exceeded their cognition of mortals!

By this time, no matter how slow-witted, one could see that this Priest Oswaldo seemed to have arranged this on purpose, and he himself was definitely not simple.

"Oswaldo, why did you do this?! Could it be... you want to betray our world?!" The leading kingdom knight commander squeezed this sentence out of his throat with difficulty, his tone full of pain and incomprehension.

Oswaldo seemed to have finished communicating with the unknown existence; only then did he have the time to turn his head and look at the knight commander kneeling on the ground seriously.

Hearing his question, Oswaldo revealed a strange, playful expression.

"Don't misunderstand, I have never betrayed."

"Then what are you doing now?! Why did you send those troops over and attract that monster?!" The shaman leader asked sternly.

Oswaldo squatted in front of the knight commander without any image; that slouchy look was completely unlike the solemn and serious priest in their impression.

"Still don't understand? I've already lifted the suggestion; use your brain and think carefully." Oswaldo pointed to his own temple, his tone mocking. "Do you... really know this person Oswaldo? Or rather, is there really a priest named Oswaldo in this world?"

All the leaders were stunned subconsciously.

In their minds, there were indeed details about the name "Oswaldo," his identity, and even some details of participating in the plan.

But after thinking carefully, their expressions all became terrified.

Because everyone discovered that this information about Oswaldo seemed to appear out of thin air in their minds, naturally becoming something like common sense.

Besides these key pieces of information, there was no other information.

His past, his experiences, when exactly he joined the coalition, how... these key points were all blurred; no one knew!

It was as if an extra existence had abruptly appeared on the way the remnants of the defeated army gathered.

Clearly such a strange and abrupt guy, clearly the power he displayed far exceeded mortals, why did they take it for granted before that he was one of their own, and entrust their lives and the fate of the entire world to him?!

A chill deep into the bone marrow climbed up their backs.

"But... you were clearly able to use the power of the Sky God!" A priest couldn't help but speak, his voice carrying disbelief. "If you are not a god's priest, how could you use the power of a god?! We can definitely recognize it; that power belongs to the gods of our world!"

"God's power, are you talking about this?" Oswaldo turned to look at those excited priests, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

He thought for a moment, reached out and flipped his hand, and something like a transparent glass ball appeared in his palm out of thin air.

In that glass ball, all the kneeling natives saw a shrunken human figure desperately beating the wall of the ball, emitting silent roars, but it had no effect, as if trapped in an indestructible cage.

Seeing this scene, not just the priests, but the other leaders and even the surrounding soldiers couldn't help but tremble all over, emitting fearful wails.

Although that figure had shrunk very small, they could still recognize it at a glance.

That was exactly the appearance of the Sky God they devoutly believed in!

His statue was spread all over the various kingdoms of the plane, and he was one of the twelve great main gods of the entire plane, a god that everyone had to know since childhood!

Although shrunken, as the essence of a god, that aura of a high-level life form still allowed mortals to recognize his true identity at the first glance.

However, such a powerful, even great god, was now being played with in the palm of an unknown existence, sealed in a tiny glass ball like a toy?!

"As a small plane, being able to give birth to Level 4 life forms is indeed worthy of praise; I heard that your God King seems to have reached Level 5? Truly a nice experimental material." Oswaldo played with the glass ball in his hand, his tone casual, as if evaluating an item.

"It's a pity my hands were too slow, only catching up to get this bird-man..."

Before he finished speaking, a priest had already let out a mournful cry because of the excessive mental blow, and hit the ground to death.

Looking at these natives whose spirits and faith had completely collapsed, Oswaldo had no fluctuations on his face, just shaking his head, as if feeling bored by their weakness.

With a wave of his hand, the Sky God originally sealed in the transparent sphere was compressed again, and then the entire sealing sphere separated into another identical sphere.

"Here, this thing has the power of your gods; find a few priests and you should be able to communicate. Later, we can pass information to you through this, and someone will contact you later."

Saying this to himself, he sank his consciousness into the bottom of his heart, and communicated with the high-tier wizards of Norn Academy guarding outside the plane for a few more words.

Immediately, his figure slowly twisted in the air, rippling like water waves, and finally disappeared here completely.

Inside the tent, only the natives who were kneeling on the ground, with pale faces and deep despair, and the transparent sphere that fell to the ground and reflected eerie light were left.

Their world, their gods, their hope, were completely shattered at this moment.

They finally understood that what they were fighting against was not an "enemy" at all, but a terrifying existence from a higher-level plane, mastering power they couldn't understand.

And the revenge plan they were so proud of was just a thorough, carefully designed game from the beginning.

A long time.

The old man who was the former kingdom knight commander stood up tremblingly, was silent for a moment, and then bent down to pick up the transparent sealing sphere.

"You..."

A priest subconsciously wanted to question, but retreated under the other party's sharp gaze.

"Do we... really have to obey their words?" A shaman couldn't help but ask hoarsely.

The old knight commander closed his eyes in pain, his hands trembling uncontrollably, his voice hoarse like rusted iron:

"This is... the last hope for our world."

(Extra update today, one more chapter.)