Chapter 215: Taizika Lost in Contact

Prime Material Plane — Tianyu Realm — Polaris Camp.

In a suffocating darkness, a sudden hoarse roar, unlike anything a human could emit, rang out.

"My elect has failed, Your Majesty," the voice's owner should have been a red‑haired, handsome, robust man, but now he was pale and weak.

Taizika, while enduring the pain of barbs sprouting from the chain on his spine as he spoke, also mourned the death of his elect.

Du Zula II had once been his most powerful disciple in the mortal world; he even scattered his own authority to grant the other the qualification of elect.

But now, by the will of the Throne, he had to personally destroy that strand of authority power as the price for breaking the seal.

Yet that was not what pained him most; what truly ached him was that his loyal disciple gave everything yet still failed.

Zhaerteke's assigned mission failed.

Within the Maziteke Divine System, no deity dared to bear the consequences of betraying Zhaerteke.

"Your fate has already been sealed, Taizika; since you have failed, just give up give up your position."

In the darkness, a calm voice came, but if one listened closely, a keen mind might detect the madness hidden beneath the tranquility.

He had a pair of legs, a pair of arms, and a face. Yet that face was beastly, barbarically crude—its broad lower jaw displayed a mouth full of leopard‑like curved teeth, and two serpentine fangs as long and sharp as rattlesnakes.

"No, Your Majesty, I still have faith, I still have two cities; they will sustain my godhood!" Taizika paused upon hearing, then shouted wildly as if possessed.

"Heh heh heh," from another dark corner came a delicate woman's laugh, sweet and seductive, faintly wet and cold like a snake.

"Taizika, those armies from the other continent will arrive and sooner or later capture the other two cities; then you will have only the concept of the Sun to sustain your godhood."

"But don't forget, you only hold one‑eighth of the Sun's authority; the rest does not belong to you. Relying on this to sustain your godhood is a dream. Rather than waste faith on you, a waste destined to never leave the prison, give it to me."

The woman, in a sweet tone, spat poisonous venom, as if the Sun God before her, sacred on the Prime Material Plane, were nothing but a waste.

"Azur!!! You cold‑blooded, heartless harlot!!! I once allowed you to share the faith of Niksalan, and this is how you repay me?!!" Taizika raged, hurling a barrage of vulgar curses at the woman.

The woman chuckled lightly, ignored him, cleared her throat, and in a serious tone explained to Zhaerteke: "Your Majesty, Taizika has no hope; the seal will not be broken for another 97 years. Without faith to sustain him, he will likely fall into Divine Sleep by then. Rather than waste limited resources on him, give it to me. The Kouran of the West Coast are my most loyal believers; they can certainly resist the advance of the other‑continent peoples."

"Then it shall be so."

Zhaerteke issued a decisive command; in the darkness something seemed to stir, and everything fell into silence once more.

——

A sky‑spanning curtain of rain enveloped the world; August had become the fiercest period of the rainy season.

In the blink of an eye, a week passed. Torrential rain raged in every corner of Maziteke.

During that week, Naimi Xisi let the winds and waves rise, firmly seated in Du Zula City; the surviving populace and army had returned to the city, rebuilding the destroyed ruins.

The disappearance of Taizika's temple caused many Sun God worshippers in the city to collapse, shouting slogans to burn heretics, putting them at odds with An Liese Tong's troops.

An Liese Tong was also ruthless; under Naimi Xisi's watch, no one in the city could oppose them. He arrested many troublemakers and forcibly destroyed every statue and clay figure related to Taizika. Unlike the two cities Naimi Xisi had previously razed, a considerable number of Du Zula's surviving citizens remained, many of whom devoutly worshipped Taizika, placing great pressure on An Liese Tong.

Of course, not everyone sided with the temple faction; many citizens long tormented by blood sacrifices, seeing An Liese Tong and the other‑continent peoples truly dominate, boldly began to support An Liese Tong.

Naimi Xisi was indifferent to this.

He was stationed here merely to maintain order in Du Zula City.

He had already informed Bao Li Si of everything here via short‑message technique; soon, after the vanguard secures a foothold, the main army will arrive.

But before that, Bao Li Si ordered Naimi Xisi to hold Du Zula City to prevent a surprise attack by the Karta Ka Kingdom.

During that week, it seemed the kingdom's people caught wind of something and organized several assaults, but they were all loud thunder with little rain.

Naimi Xisi knew they were testing the Alliance.

On the front line, the ghost city Pan Kulu originally housed a pyramid with a shaman stationed inside.

However, after the Du Zula City mutiny that night, the shaman in the pyramid fled back in a frenzy, claiming he could not sense Taizika's trace and had lost the power of Divine Spell.

Since the shamans in Du Zula City were all wiped out that night, Naimi Xisi could not tell if the claim was true; after probing with Mind Power, he discovered the shaman's rank had indeed vanished.

!

Regardless of why Taizika abandoned this shaman, the clueless shaman fled back to Du Zula City in panic, leaving the pyramid in ghost city Pan Kulu completely unattended, a mere toy.

These past days, had Naimi Xisi not dispatched the vanguard and Du Zula City's troops to hold Pan Kulu against the kingdom's assault, the enemy would likely have uncovered the pyramid's failure.

Even so, they sensed something amiss in these assaults.

Usually at such times, the Alliance would not field a single soldier, relying on the pyramid's immense power to deliver a 360‑degree flawless strike, halting the kingdom's advance.

But these times, the Alliance forces sent troops, sacrificing precious lives to impede the kingdom's march.

This obviously aroused the enemy's suspicion.

During that week, each successive kingdom assault grew fiercer and larger; Naimi Xisi predicted that the next attack would likely see the enemy dispatch a true main force to test the pyramid's reality.

Naimi Xisi was quite troubled by this.

Without Taizika's shamanic control, the pyramid could not be activated; should the kingdom's great army advance, he would still need to intervene to block it.

"Damned Bao Li Si, didn't you just kill his apprentice and treat me like a slave!"

Naimi Xisi gritted his teeth, silently vowing to exact revenge in due time.

(End of Chapter)