Chapter 1639

As Morania's power increased, the gap between the two sides rapidly narrowed; originally, the opposing god star had three times Morania's mass, but through various compensatory measures, Morania gained the advantage.

The opposing god star, now at a disadvantage, panicked and expelled the few hundred star descendants, sending them to destroy the meteor legions.

This was a desperate measure—Morania didn't even need to send star descendants to fight; the meteor legions themselves dealt with all the star descendants.

First, some used mirror shields to reflect divine light, scorching approaching star descendants.

Then others threw holy power shackles—chains formed from divine energy; one chain might not bind a star descendant, but with hundreds throwing them together, they wove a large net in the void.

Soon, the dispatched star descendants were wiped out, and the opposing god star turned to flee, trying to break contact.

Morania immediately pursued, maintaining distance, then bombarded it from behind with focused divine light.

Its own direct divine light, combined with the reflected divine light from the meteor legion, bombarded the enemy's body into continuous explosions.

However, Ursman sighed: "The gap is still too large; wearing him down won't be easy. In this chaotic environment, a moment's carelessness could let him escape—Morania might not succeed."

Antony nodded in agreement.

These god stars are too massive; wearing each other down through attrition would take over a hundred or eighty years to exhaust.

When one side tries to flee recklessly, it's hard to hold the other back, especially in this material-cloud environment.

Sustaining a chase for over a hundred years requires maintaining distance—not too far, or the enemy would vanish into the material cloud; this is too difficult.

Better yet, the foreign ghosts simply scatter the enemy's star soul, leaving the body behind to be slowly gathered.

Thinking this, Antony suddenly said in the soul network: "Now we know foreign ghosts can actually absorb increments; the assumption that they don't need increments is invalid, so throwing Lormuor's main star there—would foreign ghosts find devouring them too time-consuming and thus refuse?"

Ursman said: "Possible, but we need to figure out why foreign ghosts feel it's time-consuming—are they in a hurry?"

Anything that would make foreign ghosts rush certainly isn't trivial.

"Maybe it's injured? What now—should we watch them chase? Or should we lend a hand?" Nairis asked.

"Whose hand? The opposing god star's hand, or Morania's hand?" Antony asked.

Nairis blinked: "Obviously Morania's hand—would helping the opposing god star and killing Morania make sense?"

Antony spread his hands: "Actually, helping the opposing god star and saving them would yield greater profit—after all, they're fleeing for their lives, paying 'life money.' Morania has already won; helping them might not earn gratitude, and they might think we're stealing their kill."

Nairis scratched his head, feeling Antony made sense but couldn't grasp it, only able to retort: "Death God Stick, your heart is truly dirty."

Ursman suddenly interjected: "Morania actually needs to buy time too, for with our arrival, the Lanian branch has clearly entered the chaotic era of major god stars devouring minor ones. Morania can burn increments to defeat enemies three times its size, but what if five times? Ten times? If it encounters Kaelania, or even Lanian?"

Antony pondered, then nodded: "Makes sense—for buying time, I wonder what price Morania could pay?"

Only Morania could answer this; Antony condensed his form into ghostly slices, becoming a shadow floating in the void, then loudly shouted: "Morania, let's talk."

Morania's main body trembled—truly trembled—as if startled, the entire god star quivered.

Soon, his thoughts swept over, shocked and hesitant, falling upon Antony's shadow: "You… you… ghost?"

"Pleased to meet you; you can call me Antony." Antony introduced himself.

Morania's voice sounded disheartened: "I'm not pleased to meet you."

Truly inarticulate, Antony thought, but said aloud: "What a pity—the Lanian branch master issued a tribute order; are you preparing to offer everything, including your life, to a greater god star?"

Morania fell silent.

"My master, whom you call the Foreign Ghost Sovereign, can offer you protection."

Morania was shocked: "What? Offer protection? Why?"

Antony's words shocked Morania more than the branch master's tribute order.

The Foreign Ghost, which has been the god star's mortal enemy since its appearance, suddenly has its hound tell you it can offer protection?

This is as absurd as a beast that usually eats mutton offering protection to sheep.

"Because you're too weak." Antony said calmly.

Morania, if I may say, instantly dazed: "What do you mean? I'm weak, so you protect me?"

Antony continued: "So you have no weight in the void—this is fact, right? But if you could help me find a few larger god stars, or locate Lanian, and if you could find their positions, one of them could outweigh tens of thousands of you."

"How about it? Is this deal worthwhile? The Foreign Ghost Sovereign offers you protection; you help us find other god stars' positions, including Lanian." Antony asked.

"Morania remained silent for a long while, then hesitantly asked: 'What if I refuse?'"

"Hehe, let me first show you our strength—no need for the Foreign Ghost Sovereign to act."

After speaking, he turned to the soul network and asked: "Is everyone here?"

"Here, here." The soul network replied in chaotic noise.

After the opposing god star encountered Morania, others began gathering here, with Antony as an anchor; even deep in the material cloud, no need to worry about getting lost, and they arrived quickly.

"Good, everyone together—let's destroy that god star." Antony called out.

Seven or eight shadows surged forward to encircle the opposing god star.

Then came a repetitive tactic: everyone restrained the opposing god star, Ursman built a world-ending formation, using a large slate to blast the enemy's star soul.

Afterward, Ursman said regretfully: "My slate exploded again—I specifically used a large one, and all the increments from the god star I previously devoured were piled on that slate, yet one blast still destroyed it—this tactic is too costly, one slate for one enemy star soul."

"Not a loss, not a loss—didn't we also imprint this god star's star soul back?" Nairis said.

"It's a loss—I used one star soul slate to exchange for another star soul slate, and even dumped the previous god star's increments into it; no business operates like this. Fortunately, silver coins aren't here, or they'd laugh at you upon hearing this." Ursman said.

They chatted on here, complaining about this and that, completely failing to notice that Morania on the other side had already been frightened into dropping temperature.

As for the meteor legions and Mor people on his body, their faces turned deathly pale, at a loss.

They all—including the god star—were exerting themselves fully, unwilling to sacrifice lives to resist this powerful enemy, yet under these ghosts' encirclement, they were blown apart in short order. The other side even complained we wasted ammunition?

"I am willing, I am willing to offer everything to the Foreign Ghost Sovereign, praying for your protection."