The battlefield fell silent for a moment, then the divine army descended into chaos.
"Lord of Gods Feilei!"
"My Lord!"
The Nuvian divine race members, after a brief shock, roared out. They all looked at the bloody head held aloft by Shen Tu.
"Shen Tu! Why did you kill our divine lord!"
"Shen Tu!!!"
"Give me back my divine lord's life!"
They shouted, and the moment before they were locked in a bloody struggle with the Desolate tribe's army, they now turned their blades and charged towards Shen Tu.
Shen Tu's most loyal and elite expeditionary force surged from a corner of the battlefield, descending like rain to block the path before Shen Tu, their weapons raised, ready for battle.
He Li opened his mouth, wanting to stop the Nuvians who were about to fight Shen Tu to the death, but his heart, as hard as iron, told him to let them cause trouble, to fight. This was a golden opportunity, a chance that might never come again.
He Li had not expected Feilei to make such a choice. For the future of his people, he was truly willing to sacrifice his life, giving Shen Tu the grave sin of killing a fellow divine being on the battlefield, and moreover, a Lord of Gods.
Seeing this, a Lord of the Desolate tribe seized the opportunity and let out a low roar, commanding the entire Desolate army to surge towards the now chaotic divine army.
The Nuvians clashed with the divine expeditionary force, and a corner of the battlefield lost its balance. In the final decisive battle, an unexpected internal conflict erupted within the divine race.
The war cries of the charging Desolate army, the mournful roars of the Nuvians, gradually blurred in He Li's ears and before his eyes, eventually fading away.
He Li stood in the distance, still holding the long saber, his black and white eyes slowly turning a hazy gray. He was gazing through the river of time, looking into the past, wanting to see exactly what had just happened.
...
In a distant galaxy, there was a lush planet. Two men stood on a hillside. He Li's phantom appeared behind them, watching their backs and listening to their conversation.
"They've formed their ranks," Feilei said to Sian, gazing towards the central battlefield.
Sian also looked in that direction and nodded. "Yes, the Divine and Desolate tribes have committed the majority of their forces to the battlefield. The Desolate tribe came with the intention of deciding the war in one go, and we had no choice but to meet them.
Almost all the power of the Divine Realm is here. The Divine Realm is now empty. No matter what, Shen Tu will fight this battle.
Regardless of victory or defeat, after this battle, the divine army will return to the Divine Realm. What Shen Tu wants is for the divine army to return to the Divine Realm to guard the Divine King, not victory or defeat."
Feilei said calmly, "The Divine Realm will also be fighting, won't it? Those left in the Divine Realm are only the Clan Lord, the Boundary-Guarding Lords of Gods, and those two from the Spirit-Taming Divine race. Most importantly, the Divine Realm has that bastard Chen Du, who eats gods with a smile."
Sian smiled. "I haven't met Chen Du. To be honest, I really want to meet him, but I might never get to. Our current predicament was all his doing. It's a pity I won't get to see him."
Thinking of Chen Du's smiling face, Lord of Gods Feilei's face twitched involuntarily. He spoke against his conscience, "He's not tall, and he's not good-looking. His eyes are uneven, one big and one small. You should think about it, how good-looking can a wicked person be?"
"Heh heh..." Sian found Feilei very endearing at this moment, like a child, slandering someone in front of him.
"However..." Feilei's expression turned serious. "He is truly wise. The Clan Lord said Chen Du's strategies are unprecedented in history, never before seen. I have to admit that. He is truly formidable."
Sian also withdrew his smile and his gaze from the central battlefield, turning to look at Feilei beside him.
Feilei took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his sleeve and skillfully lit one, then raised his head to exhale a puff of smoke.
"He Li taught me this. I truly hate him, wishing he would die a miserable death before my eyes. It's still the same now. He killed my son. This hatred is irreconcilable, unforgivable."
Sian remained silent.
He Li, watching Feilei's back from behind, his eyes were solemn. Indeed, he had used Olugus and killed him. If Feilei didn't hate him, it would be truly abnormal.
Feilei took another deep drag of his cigarette, raised his hand to pinch his brow, his eyes red. A tear slid from the corner of his eye.
"But I still have to do things for He Li and Chen Du for the sake of the Nuvians, to fight for them, to risk my life for their plans.
My heart is in agony every moment.
To fight for the enemy who killed my son, how ridiculous. Chen Du is too ruthless, and He Li is too ruthless. Their three natures are all guided by humanity, which is why they have such heartless and cruel minds?"
Feilei asked Sian, and at the same time, he was asking himself.
Sian did not understand; he was a pure god.
"My humanity has grown, and I understand what hatred feels like."
Feilei smiled sadly, then fell silent for a long time, changing the subject. "We've reached this point. The Divine Realm is empty. Chen Du is going to deal with the Divine King, and the great war is imminent.
And on the central battlefield, after this battle, the divine army will return to the Divine Realm. At that time, Chen Du and the others will be in danger."
Sian frowned and asked, "This is not something you and I should be thinking about. The Divine Realm has Chen Du, and the battlefield has He Li. As long as you and I do our part, that's enough."
Feilei shook his head. "If we drag this on, we will fail. With Shen Tu and Xun He present, the central battlefield will always be theirs. Even if He Li is powerful, he cannot control it. He has no reason to kill them."
"If the central battlefield is not stabilized, it will disrupt the Divine Realm, and in the end, it will all be for nothing. Perhaps such an outcome would be considered good; failure, death, or exile are also possibilities."
Sian frowned and asked, "Then what do you intend to do?"
Feilei narrowed his eyes, silently watching the direction of the central battlefield, and murmured, "They have begun to engage. Both sides have over twenty Hegemony Realm experts and hundreds of World God level experts. How magnificent."
"I should also ascend to such a battlefield."
"Feilei!" Sian shouted sternly.
Feilei glanced sideways at Sian and smiled. "Since He Li has no reason to kill Shen Tu and Xun He, I will give him a reason, how about it?"
"No!"
Sian refused directly and said in a deep voice, "They have their own plans, and your life is worthless."
Feilei held a cigarette in his mouth, raised his hand to pat his head, and smiled. "A head of a Lord of Gods, it must have some value, right? If it's as you say,
Chen Du, that bastard, specifically arranged for me to go to the southern battlefield,
And Xia Min'ao, that black-hearted fellow, had you protect me, and He Li personally escort me to the central battlefield, what was it all for?"
"You..." Lord of Gods Sian stared at Feilei, dumbfounded.
Feilei grinned. "I'm not an idiot either. These black-hearted scoundrels, they don't want me dead, but they want me to die meaningfully.
I'm also thinking about how my death would be most valuable, not for anything else, but for my people."
"Just now, I thought of it. At this juncture, in front of all the divine army, all the World Gods, all the Lords of Gods, under everyone's watchful eyes,
If I die at Shen Tu's hands, then he will bear the grave sin of killing a divine Lord of Gods on the battlefield. He Li will then kill him, thereby intimidating the other Lords of Gods and taking over the central battlefield. Everything will become logical.
At that time, you will lead your troops to break out and decide the war in one go.
Ah ha ha...
Sian, you will have a great achievement."
Sian looked at Feilei quietly, his eyes deep, filled with anger.
"Give up this idea. I will not agree. Don't forget, I am the Guardian Lord of Gods. You must be under my command."
Feilei smiled, took the cigarette butt from his lips, and threw it on the ground.
In an instant,
A golden light shot up into the sky, and a golden formation rose beneath Sian's feet.
"Feilei! How dare you!" Sian roared, simultaneously punching the formation.
"Don't waste your energy. I've been a Boundary-Guarding Lord of Gods for ten million years. I may not be good at anything else, but I can set up a Divine Realm Guardian Formation.
Don't worry, it won't trap you for long. Remember to lead your troops out. If possible, and if you are still alive in the end, take care of my Nuvians. I fear that little bastard He Li might break his promise and not treat my people well."
Lord of Gods Sian looked at Feilei with a furrowed brow.
"I'm leaving."
After Lord of Gods Feilei finished speaking, he leaped into the air and disappeared.
He Li behind him instinctively took a step forward, reaching out as if to grab Feilei, to stop him. He had even activated the power of time laws in his hand.
But he stopped himself forcefully.
This was Feilei's choice.
And,
He Li also needed a legitimate, reasonable, and universally recognized reason to kill Shen Tu.
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