Chapter 1310: He Is Very Cunning When He Can

The Monarch immediately realized that this was a key piece of information. It turned out that the King of Feilie's target was the Eternal Divine Light, not the little fire person's God Star.

If the God Star here didn't have a God Star's Soul, then what was the little fire person? Why was Gomeizburg sent later? Was it to hunt down the King of Feilie?

Just a few more questions popping up made the Monarch's head feel like it was going to explode. It was too complicated. Better leave it to that charlatan to think about.

Unfortunately, he didn't have a soul connection with Ang and the others. Although Ang called him "King" every day, they didn't have a subordinate relationship.

Ang grew up entirely on his own. By the time they met again in the Chaos Plane, Ang was already a powerful Source Ancient God. The Monarch didn't want to, and didn't need to, establish a soul connection. He didn't even want to bring Locke, fearing that if he had an accident and died one day, he would implicate Locke.

Moreover, Anthony, Negris, and these guys were on guard every day. Whenever they encountered something that could be solved by establishing a soul connection, they would talk about other things and firmly refuse to mention such a suggestion.

As Ang's strength grew stronger and stronger, it was even more impossible to establish a soul connection, otherwise, he would be subordinate to Ang.

Without a soul connection, he couldn't pass information to Anthony in real-time. He could only write down the King of Feilie's words first and talk after chopping him up.

Just as the Monarch moved his feet and wanted to continue fighting, he didn't expect the King of Feilie to suddenly flash and flash toward the top.

The Monarch thought he was going to launch an attack, so he slightly retracted his forward steps, preparing for defense. But the next moment, the King of Feilie flashed again, flashing further upward. This repeated, and the distance grew larger and larger.

"Running?" After being stunned for several times, the Monarch finally reacted and hurriedly strode to chase in the direction of the King of Feilie.

Unfortunately, it was too late. In close-quarters combat, the speed of both sides seemed to be about the same, but in this state of straight-line racing, the gap between them could be seen. The Monarch had already tried his best, and the void had been stepped into ripples, but he still couldn't catch up with the King of Feilie, and the distance grew larger instead.

Realizing that his true body couldn't catch up, the Monarch spat out a white crystal, transformed into a Star God body, and used a Star Shift to get ahead of the King of Feilie, trying to intercept him.

The King of Feilie didn't change his style, flashing and colliding with the Monarch. The Star God body, which was indestructible in the eyes of many creatures and could fall into the sun's star flames without injury, was smashed to pieces just like that.

The King of Feilie reached out and grabbed the white crystal among the Star God fragments, squeezing it hard.

The Monarch felt his soul shake, his consciousness bounced back to his true body, and then he watched helplessly as the King of Feilie flashed away.

Not long after, Ang brought Anthony's group and Star-shifted over. As soon as they landed, Anthony asked impatiently: "Majesty, where is the King of Feilie?"

The battle between the two kings shook the void, and the commotion could be heard from far away. But the commotion suddenly disappeared not long ago, and by the time they rushed over, only the Monarch himself was left here.

The Monarch said gloomily: "Ran."

"Ran? When did he run? Did he run when you stopped fighting just now?" Anthony asked.

"We chatted for a while, and I wanted to continue fighting, but he ran," the Monarch said.

Anthony pulled the Monarch to compare the time and then said: "It was exactly when we cut off the soul connection of the last undead Dragon-man. Could it be that he realized the last soul node had also disappeared, so he turned around and ran? Quite decisive."

"Oh, right, while fighting, he suddenly started chatting with me and said quite a few things." The Monarch directly projected the situation of chatting with the King of Feilie over with his will.

This was the correct way for undead creatures to communicate. By projecting the soul, they directly projected what they saw and heard into the other party's soul.

Not only could it let the other party know what was said at the time, but even the tone of voice, the volume, the surrounding environment—anyway, as long as it was what he perceived at the time, it could be projected to the other party like a memory.

Unlike Ang's group, who would never use their will if they could speak. Mainly because Ang was too lazy. Not only was he lazy to speak, but he was also lazy to project, preferring to pull everyone into his consciousness space and let everyone see for themselves.

Because of Ang's habit, everyone got used to communicating verbally. And because the deviation rate of language was relatively high, Anthony not only wouldn't correct it but would encourage everyone to communicate this way, because "deviation" was often an element that made the world richer.

If in a world, all creatures could project what they perceived to others, then everyone would perceive the same things, the same scenery, the same sounds, the same feelings, the same moods.

But if you describe something to others in language, some people might hear "the heavy snow is vast and clean," while others might hear "the heavy snow froze the plants to death and there is nothing to eat." Thus, there were two different feelings about the heavy snow.

The "richness" of the content of a group or society that communicates in language must be higher than that of a place that communicates by soul.

However, now, Anthony didn't want any deviation. He just wanted to see and hear every expression of the King of Feilie (the skeleton had no expression, strike that), every tone, and every change in posture.

After he finished reading it carefully, he said: "This King of Feilie is not as reckless as we thought. He is very cunning."

Because of the attack without a word in the Goblin City, everyone subconsciously thought he was a brave skeleton, like Locke, but now it seemed that was not the case at all.

"How cunning?" Negris was surprised. Reckless was one thing, but rising to cunning? Where could that be seen?

"This guy was sent by Gomeizburg to deal with the Eternal Divine Light, but the mission failed, so he hid. He hid for hundreds of thousands of years, and his name was never heard in the void again. He is very patient," Anthony said.

Ursman also said: "He raised a Goblin City and a group of undead Dragon-men. I don't know if he raised anything else, but whether it was the Goblin City or the undead Dragon-men, it was not an easy task. He is very patient."

"When he ran, it was exactly when the Lord cut off the soul connection of the last undead Dragon-man. He must have realized the danger. If he didn't run at this time, it wouldn't be so easy to run when the Lord finished dealing with the undead Dragon-men and came to help. He is very decisive," Anthony said.

Ursman added: "He didn't say a word when he fought us, but when he couldn't beat the Majesty, he started to fish for information and successfully made the Majesty stop. If it were still the original fast-paced, high-intensity battle, it wouldn't be easy for him to run. He is only reckless when he can win; when he can't win, he is very cunning."

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