Chapter 936: Super Invincible Whirlwind Thunderbolt Infinite Mana God

"That sounds terrible, okay? 'Registrar, registrar,' how low-class! How could that sound good? No, 'Super Invincible Whirlwind Thunderbolt Infinite Mana God' sounds much better." A little girl dressed in exquisite heavy armor, wrapped up like a bear, complained loudly:

"Your mana is almost endless; 'Infinite Mana God' is the most suitable title for you."

Although the heavy armor on the little girl was exquisite, it was absolutely not just for show; from the intricate magic runes, the cold metallic luster, the complex moving structures, and the mottled impact marks, one could see this was a heavy magic battle suit that had seen actual combat.

Yet worn on the little girl's body, it appeared very light, paired with her round waistline, looking just like a nimble bear.

However, the chuunibyou title made Ogar's embarrassment cancer flare up, and he said in a bad mood: "Little Feilie, can you stop bringing up that title you randomly made up? Look, look, little bumps are falling all over the floor."

The little girl lifted her chin, speaking in a high-and-mighty tone: "Address me as Empress Feilie; this is the title I bestow upon you."

"Then I shall have to bring out the Great Charter Staff bestowed by Her Majesty Feilie the Fifteenth to spank your bottom," Ogar said with a helpless expression, where was the dominance he once had when he forced the Wind God to register?

There was no choice; although he was exploring a new system, it was still called an Empire for now; Little Feilie the Sixteenth was the legitimate Empress Your Majesty, and to spank her bottom one had to bring out the late Emperor's scepter, otherwise it would violate regulations.

Little Feilie pouted her nose, shifting the topic guiltily; it seemed she had indeed been spanked by the Great Charter Staff: "Why did you agree to this deal? We are at such a disadvantage! I still wanted to go see inside the Light Point Fortress."

Ogar smiled slightly: "First, anything capable of crossing the boundless Great Void alone is absolutely no simple thing; this Duke of Divine Light wants to swallow it all, and he will likely pay a heavy price."

"Second, the Light Point Fortress is a threat to all powers in this void, but the Mourning Undead Soldiers are our threat; you should understand which one to solve first."

"Third, this Duke of Divine Light's power is obviously not small; he is likely one of the Six Rulers of the Shenguangtong Alliance. Even the number of Mourning Undead Soldiers, a matter so secret, he knows; the number seventy-two is something I spent great effort to obtain, yet he said it casually."

"Fourth, the captives he sent are descendants of the Joseph faction's high command; he is likely an opponent of the Joseph faction within the Alliance. Cooperating with him, giving him the power to disrupt the Shenguangtong Alliance, is the best return for us."

Little Feilie vigorously scratched her hair, speaking irritably: "You people are so troublesome; I'm not playing with you anymore."

Having finished speaking, Little Feilie put the helmet in her hand onto her head, pulled down the visor, raised one hand forward vertically, and loosely clenched the other hand to her side.

A heavy shield materialized on her vertically raised hand, and a large hammer materialized on her loosely clenched hand; then she shouted 'Ahhh!' and charged toward the training ground ahead.

In the training ground, a metal construct body of roughly the same size as a Guardian God Construct stood with hands hanging down; only upon hearing Little Feilie's shout did it raise its head, take a step, and smash down with a fist.

Little Feilie pressed her legs together, crouching behind the heavy shield, sliding her hammer-holding hand to the very end of the hammer handle, her Hukou pressing against the hammer shaft, the hammer shaft bracing against the shield, and she stood firm.

Clang! A huge roar erupted; Little Feilie's shield projected a semi-circular energy shield, canceling part of the metal construct's force, then the fist shattered the energy shield and landed on Little Feilie's shield.

But by this time most of the force had been canceled, only smashing the floor tiles beneath Little Feilie's feet.

Little Feilie let out a loud shout: "Ah!" and pushed forward with all her might, actually pushing open the metal construct's fist; then she straightened her body, charged up, leaped, swung the large hammer in a full circle, and tapped lightly on the metal construct's chest.

She dared only to tap lightly; if she hit hard, she couldn't bear it; she had already accidentally smashed quite a few of these sparring metal constructs, and if she broke more, her allowance would be deducted to buy replacements.

It is estimated that all the subjects of the entire Empire would find it hard to imagine that the new Empress Feilie was such a fierce warrior, fighting a Guardian God-level construct one-on-one and still having strength to spare.

Seeing Little Feilie once again lost in practice, Ogar could only shake his head with a bitter smile and summon his subordinates to discuss matters.

After several days of discussion and communication, both sides finally settled on a cooperation plan: the Duke of Divine Light's side would lure the Mourning Undead Soldiers into Ogar's ambush circle; Ogar would only be responsible for the ambush kill, and nothing else.

After the plan was settled and contact was severed, Anthony rested his chin on his hand, lost in thought, and said: "They actually agreed to these conditions? It seems they have great confidence in their formation combat capabilities, confident enough to ambush possibly up to seventy-two Mourning Undead Soldiers? Rabbit, explain in detail again the situation when you got beaten."

The Wind God Rabbit got angry and stood up again: "Call me Wind God; haven't you learned manners?!"

Anthony said: "I am the Pope of the Light Church, which is the Radiant Holder that Shah mentioned; I have the authority to mobilize the God's Body..."

The Rabbit suddenly hugged Anthony's thigh, smiling and saying: "Rabbit is here; the situation was this: at that time they formed neat ranks, advancing slowly like a human wall; everyone's power was concentrated onto the mage at the front, yes, the one negotiating with you; I would recognize his voice even if he turned to ash; the power concentrated onto him, and then I was blown up."

Anthony had already heard this once; he certainly would not miss such important information, and having the Rabbit say it again was to aid thinking: "This sounds a bit like Holy Charge; this is a Divine Art; he is a God-Slaying Mage; he shouldn't use Divine Arts, right?"

"What is Holy Charge like?" the Wind God Rabbit asked.

"It is concentrating everyone's power together through the Faith Network, chanting the name of the Main God, and unleashing the strongest strike," Anthony explained.

"Possible; while they advanced, they kept shouting something," the Wind God Rabbit fumed: "Damn it, he uses Divine Arts himself, yet still wants to slay us gods? What a shameless fellow; he should slay himself too."

Lord Nai Ge Li Si sneered: "They just wanted to register; they are the Gods' Registrar, not a God-Slaying Mage."

The Wind God Rabbit said sheepishly: "If I had known, I would have registered too; who knew he was serious."

"No need to regret; meeting us counts as your good luck; at the very least you could become a Subordinate God, better than being a Wind God who only knows how to run..." Lord Nai Ge Li Si had just spoken these words when a strong fluctuation suddenly rippled from a distance.

Everyone exchanged glances and ran over quickly to look; they saw Seeing Ange extending a finger and poking a flower bud; that strong fluctuation was produced by the flower bud.

Lord Nai Ge Li Si immediately frowned and said heartbrokenly: "This wasteful dead skeleton; the Little Ghost has arrived; he even dares to recklessly use the Speed Death Halo."