Chapter 593

The first death seal to pop its head out of the pocket dimension felt a faint, nearly imperceptible whisper of wind, saw a sharp energy needle hurtling straight for its forehead.

Before the death seal's logic core could process the scene, the slender crystal energy needle pierced its skull, killing it instantly.

The death seal's headless body slumped and tumbled out of the pocket dimension, crashing heavily onto the stony ground.

This sudden event stunned the other death seals entering reality from the pocket dimension for a barely detectable instant.

Their logic cores could not comprehend the logic of what they saw.

We, death seals, were just sniped????

In the next instant, the death seals reacted with maximum speed; based on how the first death seal had died, they quickly determined this was an attack from some spirit-tribe weapon.

"Confirmed: Spirit Tribe Ranger-style Sniper Rifle!"

"Confirmed target: Spirit Tribe!"

"Counter-snipe program loaded!"

The weapon used in the sniping originated from the Spirit Tribe, capable of targeting death seals, and their perception systems could not directly detect the attacker.

Based on the current situation, the death seals' logic systems swiftly concluded: this was clearly an attack by a Spirit Tribe sniper.

The death seals' kill protocol operated with extreme efficiency, reacting almost instantly.

Though they had not observed the Spirit Tribe's position, in that fleeting moment the Spirit Tribe had not yet completed its relocation.

Using quantum trajectories, they instantly pinpointed the direction from which the energy needle had been fired.

The logic engine calculated the unknown Spirit Tribe sniper's position in an instant; the death seals locked onto the target's brain, neck, and heart.

The neural shredder fired, compressing subatomic particles into a lepton beam aimed at the direction the crystal energy needle had come from.

Hobien Bai Lu stared in stunned disbelief at the emerald beams that had just flashed past his head.

If only he were a little taller, if only he weren't a Lightlin ratman—

Being a little rat has its advantages!!

Hobien Bai Lu did not hesitate—he immediately began relocating his position.

He guessed that the unknown opponents, seeing his weapon, had mistakenly identified him as a Spirit Tribe member, so their first volley had targeted the Spirit Tribe's vital points.

But those pointy-eared ones were all too tall—Hobien's height barely reached their thighs, so the entire volley missed.

But such luck could only happen once; the opponents had made their misjudgment so swiftly precisely to prevent Hobien from relocating.

Yet before relocating, Hobien, relying on his instinctive sense of death and his body's reflexes, fired another shot toward the distance.

He wasn't worried about missing—he had once heard Lady Leina say that all things were the will of the Emperor and Saint Doraemon, that every coincidence was their design.

Hobien had never believed it—but right now, he faintly felt the Emperor's and the Champion's will.

He believed his shot would surely hit.

He simply pulled the trigger—the aiming was left to the Champion's will—————

Another death seal's head exploded and tumbled out of the pocket dimension.

"Death seals????" Xie Mohe staggered backward several steps, slashing off his own arm where Letna had struck him.

His arm burned instantly into ash in a golden, searing flame.

Then he noticed the nearby death seals and immediately understood why Letna's strike had not killed him.

Clearly, she had been wary of the death seals nearby.

A wave of intense shame surged through Xie Mohe's consciousness—he felt his honor defiled.

He had been engaged in a one-on-one glorious duel with Letna, yet death seals had interfered.

Without needing to think, he knew who was responsible.

"Zelas, you bastard."

Clearly, it was Zelas the Illuminator, that shameless scoundrel.

Xie Mohe cursed violently, spewing a torrent of foul necrotic profanities.

Simultaneously, his will surged through the Necrotic Control Protocol, forcibly suppressing the death seals.

As the Divine Emperor, his will was nearly unstoppable within the Necrotic Dynasty—even death seals belonging to Zelas were held frozen for several seconds, unable to raise their weapons.

Letna's figure flashed, appearing instantly before the death seals; she swept her battle standard lightly, and the death seals turned to ash in golden flames.

Deep within the hidden laboratory buried in the deepest pocket dimensions, Zelas lifted his head slightly, watching several screens go dark.

The death seals had failed.

That inexplicable shot had ruined their ambush; without surprise, the death seals could no longer capture that human.

But Zelas was unwilling to let go of such a precious experimental subject.

Since humans entered the Spirit-Exorcising Dead Zone, Zelas had made unexpected discoveries: certain humans possessed resistance to the Anti-Supreme Matrix.

This was fascinating, deeply illogical—a cloud obscuring necrotic subspace knowledge.

But clouds are not only shadows over science—they are also opportunities for progress.

Zelas understood: if he unraveled the mystery within those humans, he could learn far more about subspace and the nature of souls.

This was not merely to fulfill the Silent King's desire to reverse biological conversion,