Chapter 191 The Aftermath of the Saint Shelter Incident

On the other side, many direct line Super-As left the venue together, the image of Di'erlon's death still fresh in their minds.

"Black Star is really overbearing, killing a peak Super-A right before our eyes."

Ruifu clicked her tongue and curled her lips.

"He wants to set an example. Di'erlon was unlucky, chosen as the one to make an example of. But he deserved it."

Keloudi's expression remained unchanged, her tone calm.

"I just saw those fleeing Resuscitants trembling. Isn't Black Star afraid of scaring them all away?"

"If they run again, they'll follow in Di'erlon's footsteps. Besides, can they bear to leave?"

Keloudi shook her head.

At this moment, Ou Lu stroked his chin, a worried expression on his face, and whispered, "Black Star controls this channel, using benefits to bind almost all Super-As. The association's power has become too great to control, and the problem of superpower imbalance may be unsolvable…"

Hearing this, the many direct line members felt a chill in their hearts, and secretly worried about the future of the three major civilizations.

Now it's wartime, so Black Star provides resuscitation services to advanced civilizations, but in the long run, if the pressure from external enemies is relieved, it's unknown whether Black Star will still be willing to sell resuscitation slots. By then, they, these direct line members, may lose the benefits of Saint Shelter resuscitation. As one side declines and the other rises, the proportion of individual power between the two sides will become increasingly disparate.

The association has an independent political status, possesses astonishing power, and has the merit and prestige of participating in the war. It will be difficult for the three major civilizations to do anything more. They dug their own grave, and they have to jump in with tears in their eyes. No one knows how the higher-ups will restrain such a behemoth.

"The only way to break the situation is probably to research Saint Shelter resuscitation ourselves, but who knows how long that will take."

Ou Lu sighed.

Nowadays, Saint Shelter resuscitation has a more lethal attraction. Some direct line members in the crowd were also a little tempted, after all, the treatment between the two is worlds apart.

While everyone was worried, Hilbert remained silent, his eyes constantly flickering.

As a "retiree" who had completed his service and believed he had fulfilled his responsibilities to the three major civilizations, he was very interested in the association's treatment. Compared with Saint Shelter resuscitation, the "retirement benefits" he had exchanged for his life became insignificant.

Although he had the patience to wait for the three major civilizations to research Saint Shelter resuscitation, based on his understanding of the three major civilizations, he knew that it wouldn't be a free lunch. In his opinion, the three major civilizations would probably formulate some terms as restrictions, such as continuing to serve the civilization, etc.

But this was in the absence of competitors. Now that there was the association's relaxed resuscitation for comparison, Hilbert felt that even if the three major civilizations really developed Saint Shelter resuscitation, they would probably have to "lower the price" and not dare to set too harsh conditions. The existence of the association forced the three major civilizations to improve their treatment.

Thinking of this, Hilbert glanced at everyone and revealed an indifferent expression.

It was funny, these people were still "worrying about the country and the people" here, but they didn't know that the existence of the association was also a boon for them.

'Striving for the interests of the entire Super-A class… he's really been implementing the association's purpose.'

Hilbert's eyes flickered, quite admiring.

Anyway, he's already "retired," and joining the association wouldn't be a bad choice…

…

Two days later, in the legion commander's office.

Han Xiao sat in a large chair, casually swiping the virtual screen, checking the reactions of the various Super-As in the past two days, quite satisfied.

After he revealed the truth about Saint Shelter resuscitation, the morale of the Super-A group was high. They were originally somewhat loose, but now they were more tightly bound, and their fighting spirit was unprecedentedly cohesive. Even their training was a bit more diligent.

"Although only a consistent external demand can stimulate such cohesion, it's enough."

Han Xiao tapped the armrest of the chair, pondering in his heart.

He wasn't pursuing so-called absolute control, as long as the goal was achieved. Therefore, he didn't have the idea of "taming" a portion of the Super-As. His stance so far was enough. There was the lure of benefits, and the warning of Di'erlon's fate. There was no need to continue to use means. Too much is as bad as too little.

Han Xiao suddenly thought of something and chuckled softly, "This should be the most united the Super-A group has ever been in history. It would be great if they could always be united."

As he said that, he shook his head and smiled to himself. It was ultimately an unrealistic fantasy. Internal division, different ideas, only interests are eternal, destined that only interests can bind everyone.

…Oh, it can't be said that it's everyone. Almost all the living Super-As have been attracted, but there are still exceptions. Pan'erlong and his group of avengers have not contacted the Covenant and have not expressed their intention to return to participate in the war.

The civilizations of these people were destroyed, and their hatred was much deeper than Di'erlon's. They had long decided to dedicate their lives to the cause of revenge. Although Saint Shelter resuscitation was tempting, it failed to make them give up their revenge.

The main reason was that they were self-aware. They knew that as long as they didn't give up revenge for a day, Black Star would never resuscitate them to continue causing trouble. Pan'erlong didn't want to come back and implicate the association, so he simply ignored it.

The front line wasn't short of these few combatants, and Han Xiao really didn't want to resuscitate these troublesome guys either, so he let them be, and didn't specifically call them back, not wanting to give them this way out.

"Tsk, they're quite 'determined', I hope you guys keep it up."

Han Xiao curled his lips.

This group of avengers had firm goals and was not "tempted" by Saint Shelter resuscitation, but with Han Xiao's status, he wouldn't have any admiration for this. Everyone has their own aspirations. In Han Xiao's eyes, there was no difference between Pan'erlong and others' choices and Di'erlon's.

What he was satisfied with was that this group of people was very sensible and didn't cause him any trouble.

Sitting in this position, he had to bear too many things: external wars, class interests, dealing with the three major civilizations. He didn't have time to indulge others. Everything was goal-oriented first. Whoever caused him trouble, he would not hesitate to deal with them. Any difficulties or reasons were false. If he had to be considerate of others' difficulties, others wouldn't be considerate of him first.

So, in the past two days, Di'erlon was cursing and swearing in the Netherworld, but Han Xiao was too lazy to have a heart-to-heart talk with him.

Previously, Han Xiao deliberately promised in front of everyone that he would release him in the future, got everyone's supervision, and then executed him, giving this guy hope. So, no matter how much Di'erlon jumped around, as long as he grasped this core, this guy would still work obediently and didn't need to waste any more words.

"But this guy did provide me with an interesting ability…"

Han Xiao composed himself, opened the panel, and glanced at the skill list, his expression a little strange.

As early as two days ago, he had already settled the mission rewards. He didn't know if Harrison had used up all the accumulated luck during this time, but this time, the Touching Ding Panlong didn't draw anything good, just some ordinary skills, except for one exception…

[【Taunting Habit】: After activating the skill, your language is more likely to cause misunderstandings to the other party, Affinity Increase Efficiency -50%, Affinity Decrease Efficiency +100%. When you communicate with the enemy in battle, the enemy has a greater chance of treating you as an attack target (the determination probability depends on charm, luck, and affinity, the lower it is, the easier it is to become a hated target), no consumption, at least three minutes of continuous activation to turn off, no cooldown after turning on]

"No wonder this guy is so annoying, could it be that he's never turned off this skill?"

Every time he saw this ability introduction, and then thought of Di'erlon's daily performance, Han Xiao couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

--Did Di'erlon's habitual foul mouth form this ability, or did this ability cultivate Di'erlon's habit of foul mouth… This is a question of which came first, the chicken or the egg.

Putting aside these factors, looking at the skill effect alone, Han Xiao was actually quite satisfied.

Taunt skills are not common goods, but are quite rare in the Star Sea. The biggest difficulty for players in fighting bosses is that intelligent creatures do not have a rigid hatred mechanism. If you want to pull monsters and taunt, you can basically only use tactical cooperation. There is basically no rough and simple mandatory taunt.

The ability to attract hatred is most commonly spiritual guidance from mages or psychics, suggesting who the enemy should mainly fight, but is often exempted by mental toughness.

"The vast universe is really full of wonders, even chat flow tactics have serious skill bonuses… I have to use it more in the future."

Han Xiao's eyes twitched slightly.