Chapter 381

"What? Say that again." Everyone thought they had misheard; in fact, they had all heard clearly, but the event was too shocking for them to believe it.

When an ordinary person walks through a forest, what they fear most is not encountering a beast, but the shredded corpse of the beast—and who tore it apart?

Du Luo repeated: "The Red Star was blown apart. I don't even know if it was blown apart—it just exploded."

Everyone exchanged glances, then one by one approached the observation station to take a look, and asked: "What did you see hit it?"

Du Luo shook his head: "We're twenty astrological units away from the Red Star's position. Light takes time to reach us. The Red Star was destroyed tens of seconds or minutes ago—we can't see what did it."

"Could it have been His Majesty who shattered the Red Star?" Du Luo ventured hesitantly.

The Grand Sage jolted violently, locking eyes with Anthony and Negrilis; their expressions turned peculiar.

If the Undead King had not died, their situation would become awkward.

This was a scenario they did not wish to face, so their gazes involuntarily turned toward Ang.

Ang held his head high, intently staring at the spot where the Red Star had vanished, as if sensing something.

After a long while, Ang suddenly moved, rushing to the Goddess of Redemption and saying: "Offer. Soul."

The Goddess of Redemption, pretending to be meek, was startled, bewildered: What does this have to do with me? What is he saying?

Ang had to repeat: "Offer. Soul. To me."

The Goddess of Redemption's face instantly flushed red: How could this be so sudden? Not a single moment of preparation—and he wants my soul? Dream on!

Seeing her reluctance, Ang tilted his head, turned away, retrieved the Heavenly Scepter, swiftly opened a portal, and vanished.

The Goddess of Redemption stood frozen, her mind full of questions: What does this mean? He asked twice, and when I refused, he just ran off? What kind of attitude is that? Offering your soul means establishing a soul bond and becoming his subordinate deity—is this how you establish a soul bond? Not a shred of sincerity.

Negrilis fluttered over, first glancing curiously at the Goddess of Redemption, then at the portal through which Ang had departed, and hesitated: "Ang wouldn't do something meaningless. You've just missed an opportunity—I think you should chase after him."

"Chase after him?" The Goddess of Redemption pointed at herself in shock. Such a momentous act as establishing a soul bond—and he shows no sincerity? Should I chase after him? Does the Goddess of Redemption have no dignity?

Anthony also said: "The Master doesn't act without purpose. He asked you to offer your soul for a reason—but not to gain another subordinate deity. He already has too many to manage. So why this?"

"Two possibilities: one is to borrow power, the other is to offer protection. What power could your Redemption power lend? Your speed and efficacy in saving lives are slower than his. So it must be protection. Why protect you and not us?" Du Luo quickly analyzed.

Anthony's eyes suddenly lit up: "The Faith Storm! The Red Star was shattered—but what about the Faith Storm? Last time, there was no Red Star in the sky. Could it be that the previous Red Star was also shattered, leaving only the Faith Storm to descend? We either have a soul bond or lack a divine core—so we don't need special protection?"

"So, the Faith Storm… hey, hey, where are you going?" Negrilis hadn't finished speaking when he saw the Goddess of Redemption hauling up her skirt and dashing into the closing portal.

"This child, so reckless! I was just about to say—if you can't make it in time, you can enter my Brass Book and be sealed temporarily. Last time, I couldn't sense the Faith Storm either—because I was sealed. No need to offer your soul at all. Really."

Negrilis grumbled, then tilted his head and went offline. When he regained perception, he was already projecting onto Ang.

Ang first teleported to Meishencheng, preparing to use the teleportation array to reach Luolan.

"Who are you going to find?" Negrilis, projecting, asked.

"Shamara." Ang replied.

Negrilis immediately confirmed their earlier guess: "So it really is the Faith Storm? Shamara has a divine core? She went with Fethihavi to exterminate the Sinful Angels—where do we find her?"

"Fethihavi and Shamara are not together." Ang said.

He could sense Fethihavi's location through the soul bond, but Shamara was not with them—she had become separated during the pursuit of the Sinful Angels.

Negrilis groaned: "Then where do we look for her? How much time is left before the Faith Storm arrives? Will we make it?"

Ang tilted his head but didn't answer—he didn't know if they'd make it. He'd teleport first.

The teleportation array flared to life—when, at that moment, a graceful figure darted over and clung tightly to his thigh bone, teleporting away with him.

In Luolan, Ang looked down to see the Goddess of Redemption clinging tightly to his thigh bone, smiling: "My Lord, take my soul flame."

Ang accepted it. Only then did the Goddess of Redemption release her grip, stand up, and retreat obediently to the side.

"Lord Ang!" A frantic voice called out. Ang looked up to see the Luolan teleportation array sealed—sealed by one person.

Shamara stood outside the array, clad in a black, majestic divine armor, driving everyone far beyond the barrier.

A row of black feathers was planted along the line. One bold soul had crossed it—now pinned to his thigh by two black feathers, he clutched his leg and whimpered, too afraid to cry out.

"Lord Ang, you've come for me? I had a premonition someone would come to save me." Shamara said urgently.

Negrilis couldn't help but say: "We were just struggling to find you, and now your nose is sharper than a goblin's—you came to us yourself? Your premonition ability is too effective."

Ang nodded to her: "Offer. Soul. To me."

Shamara was far more decisive than the Goddess of Redemption. She immediately produced a soul flame, established the soul bond, and Ang teleported them both back to Meishencheng.

Before leaving, Shamara waved her hand and recalled the row of feathers that marked the barrier—leaving only the two still embedded in the trespasser's thigh.

The trespasser wanted to weep but couldn't even cry out loud, muttering softly: "My leg… the feathers haven't been pulled out yet…"

He had no idea what possessed him—he'd just wanted to test the line, and got pinned down. Only in agony did he realize: the black angel was even more terrifying.

Suddenly, at least three groups surged forward, shoving and jostling each other, each claiming a position, surrounding the trespasser. One group even pressed a dagger to his throat.

"Friend, let's negotiate—sell us these two black angel feathers?" A burly man smiled.

Instantly, someone slapped him on the head from behind: "You idiot! Just say 'feathers'—why remind him they're black angel feathers? What if he refuses to sell?"

"If he refuses, I'll stab him full of holes."

"Stab him? Are you crazy? The black angel deliberately left these two feathers behind. If you take them, you're stealing from the Black Angel himself. Do you want to die? Buy them—pay every single coin."

"Sell them to me! Sell them to me!" The other groups chorused.

The trespasser couldn't help asking: "What… what do these black angel feathers do?"

Seeing everyone hesitate, the trespasser hurried to add: "Answer me, and I'll sell one to you first."

Someone immediately replied: "Feathers of Corruption. They carry corruption power. Made into weapons, they can pollute light."

The trespasser's heart pounded: I'm rich! I'm rich! I should've asked the Black Angel to stab me more times.

Back in Meishencheng, Ang sprinted to the desert outside the city as fast as he could, preparing his work—he first summoned out the Water God Tom.