Chapter 1041 - 322: Mistwalker Envoy

Angisun watched Adis walk out of the great hall alive, a look of surprise on his face: "I thought you were dead."

He hadn’t participated in this decapitation operation, so he survived.

That terrifying scene could be seen from far away, as if a Giant were standing above the city, slapping down with one huge palm.

The whole land trembled because of it, as though a Divine Spirit, enraged, had descended punishment.

After that, they lost contact; everyone believed that Adis and the others had all died in this action.

Thus he served as temporary Great Sect Leader, continuing to command this war.

This small setback was nowhere near enough to make them yield to those Heretics; the loyal Believers would instead walk forward even more firmly.

Adis’s face broke into a smile, carrying a hint of wickedness, as he said devoutly, "By the Lord’s protection, I have been reborn!"

Hearing this, Angisun’s pupils trembled slightly; he knew what it meant. When a group of humans who were never very rational to begin with can ignore death, they become a pack of complete madmen.

Death is both constraint and rule for humans, making them think twice before doing something dangerous, preserving a certain degree of reason. No one calmly accepts death.

And so it proved.

Adis changed into fresh clothes, put on his spare prosthetics, and said lightly:

"Continue the decapitation operation."

Angisun warned, "That monster should still be there, guarding Housheng Sect’s cathedral."

Adis smiled, saying proudly:

"So what? This time I’ll just use a different method."

Then he gathered his men and once again hurried overnight toward the nearby city blazing with lights.

Adis’s assassination methods were already famed across the Southern Continent. Innumerable Great Sect Leaders, Nobility, and officers had died by his hand. Before war broke out, he habitually executed decapitation operations, trying every means to eliminate the enemy’s leadership before pressing the war to achieve a flawless victory.

It was by relying on this approach that, in the early stages of the war, the Foreign Religion achieved outstanding victories, at one point annihilating the main force of the Church’s army.

The night wind was exceptionally bitter, with faint flurries of snow drifting in it, wrapping in the gusts, scraping across faces, then melting and giving off heat.

Upon learning of Adis’s resurrection, the atmosphere within the Foreign Religion became especially fervent. If the Divine Spirits could shield them from the threat of death, what was there left to fear? All the more so as loyal Believers were willing to die without hesitation for the Church and for the Lord.

"They’re like turtles. No matter how we bombard them, they won’t come out!"

The captain of the Holy God Cannon Team, Francis, said irritably.

Adis’s expression didn’t change: "Keep them suppressed, crush their morale. Then they’ll be weak on the battlefield."

In their hands were more than a hundred of Maelon’s latest cannons, with ultra?long range and considerable Precise accuracy, emplaced on the barren hills, continuously bombarding the city held by Housheng Sect.

For many days, the sound of cannon fire went on without end.

The cannons’ power was immense, and with Blessing added, even a Werewolf with strong Life Force, if directly hit by a shell, would have his body destroyed.

Adis led over a hundred men past the artillery positions, their figures vanishing into the night, secretly advancing toward the city.

"The people of Housheng Sect all think I’m dead, so they’ll definitely relax their guard. Now is the best time to strike." Adis told the Secret Corps members behind him, who were clad in Night Clothes and Light Armor.

In the darkness, pairs of scarlet eyes lit up, like Bats of the night, watching the enemy’s movements.

This explanation was in fact unnecessary. The Secret Corps was made up of the most loyal Believers, who would carry out his orders unconditionally.

But he felt that spelling things out was better, so that everyone had a clear picture. Even if they died, such an operation would not be meaningless.

At the same time.

Su Changxing did not go ashore. He felt this continent being watched by countless eyes; once he landed he might be discovered by the Divine Spirits behind the Church. Staying hidden on the Ghost Ship and acting when the time was right was a sound choice.

He and these Divine Spirits had naturally come to stand on opposing sides, solely because of the struggle over Faith. There wasn’t just one Divine Spirit—at least three—two of whom he had more or less encountered.

The Divine Spirit who spread plague within the Empire, and the one who partially descended its body into Sindaga, and another who had scattered its flesh throughout this world, a piece of which Count Mel had eaten.

His strength was still far from touching the Domain of Divine Spirits; he was certainly no match for them. Yet in this world, those Divine Spirits could only interfere indirectly.

As long as all traces of this world belonging to those Divine Spirits were wiped away, they would no longer be able to lay a finger on it.

Su Changxing also realized something crucial: if these Divine Spirits only needed Faith, there was no need to fixate on this single world. Yet in the other worlds, he hadn’t found their traces.

Neither on Blue Star nor in any other world was there any sign of Divine Spirits.

From the information obtained from the Eighth Dimension, the Divine Spirits had fallen asleep in ages long past and had not shown themselves for a very long time, except for a few powerful True Gods who occasionally sent out some information.