Spare Me, Great Lord!

Coral was fighting Kitamura’s combat troops in close quarters, armed with her weapons. A thousand people surrounded her, yet she showed no fear.

The Gungnir in her hands accumulated power, but did not fire. Lightning struck at irregular intervals. Some Practitioners could not dodge in time and were reduced to broken bits!

The two knights entered the empty place, but Kitamura had disappeared.

Takashima stood on the enclosing wall, looking at the two Class B knights. A young girl with platinum hair sat on one of the knight’s shoulder, looking coldly at Takashima.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Takashima understood that Kitamura had probably died in the battle. Although the knights were of large build, their strength was on par with that of a Class B expert. Their strength was frightening.

They seemed to only attack with physical weapons. They used a great sword to mercilessly attack their opponents. The use of only physical weapons seemed to be relatively easier to deal with.

But for some reason, as long as a Practitioner was within a kilometre radius of the knights, their speed would reduce by 30% if they did not have Spirit Qi protecting their bodies.

Takashima certainly would not be affected, but the problem was, was it possible for him to defeat three people by himself? He was only a mid-tier Class B!

But the main problem was that the Collection of Gods and the Deities had no conflict with each other. Even if there was, it would not justify why the Deities came all the way to launch a fatal attack on them.

He could not understand why they had come to attack the Collection of Gods. And it seemed like they were willing to fight till their last breath!

Takashima’s expression grew darker and darker. He opened this fortress for a ritual that would allow him to rapidly advance to Class A, thus allowing him to deal with the internal disturbances and foreign aggression.

Kitamura always had a lot of ambition. When Nogiwa Takenobu was still around, the three of them could still check and balance one another. But after Nogiwa Takenobu’s death, the conflict between the two began to worsen. Two tigers cannot share one mountain. One of them had to assert his dominance.

The two Class A’s at the Heavenly Network also gave Takashima a lot of pressure. If that Nie Ting came to start another massacre, who else would be able to stop him?

For cases like this, Takashima had planned to take a dangerous risk. He would capture all those who had opposed his political views or the fence-sitters between him and Kitamura into the fortress, and wait for an offer of sacrifice.

But that was still not enough!

Takashima was very agitated. He had even deployed people to arrest the secret practitioners. But by then, it would be too late.

He turned back to look at the troops preparing for battle. His eyes darkened. Takashima was very clear that they could not defeat their opponents with just manpower. The only way for him to save the Collection of Gods, was to successfully advance to Class A!

Takashima entered the fortress. He told his trusted subordinate, “Get one group to bring all the prisoners up. Get another group to prepare for the sacrificial ritual inside this very fortress.”

The resources for the ritual had all been prepared in advance. The deepest level of the underground base had been reserved as the secret ritual spot. However, he did not have the chance to bring everyone there again.

Takashima’s resentment made his expression grow darker. If only his opponents had come two days later, he would have succeeded in the sacrificial ritual!

“Bring out all the magical stones to complete the sacrifice,” instructed Takashima.

Takashima’s subordinates were the elite of the combat troops. Out of over a hundred people, there were more than 10 new Class C masters. One could say that Takashima did his utmost to invest resources in them. These people could use up to 30 magical stones every month!

His trusted subordinate assigned men to open the warehouse. Number 19, 17 and 15 opened fully. There were not many magical stones in Number 17 and 15. Takashima had wanted to lure out that Heavenly King, thus almost 60% of the magical stones were in warehouse number 19.

The magical stones in warehouse Number 17 and 15 were transported out. Lu Shu looked gloomily at the sky. Would he be exposed so quickly…

In his original plan, the Collection of Gods would only find out after he had left. He did not think that they would find out even before he had left.

He took this chance to pull aside one of the 120 Class E Practitioners. The Practitioner he had picked out had a similar build to him. “Do you want to become the head? Come with me. I want to talk to you.”

The Practitioner was very confused. Under chaotic conditions it was hard to have an opinion of one’s own. Furthermore, upon hearing good news like the chance to become a head, one would definitely follow their senior officer.

Lu Shu coaxed the Practitioner as he dragged him to a corner with no one around. He immediately wrenched his neck and even placed the corpse in the Seal of Lands, allowing the mystic water to get rid of the evidence. He quickly changed his appearance and walked back.

The person deployed to transport at warehouse Number 19 suddenly shouted out. “These boxes are completely empty! The magical stones have disappeared. All 92 thousand stones have disappeared!”

“From Takashima Tairatsu’s distress, +999!”

“From…”

Lu Shu looked around. Seeing that no one cared about his appearance, he joined in the shouting. “How did the magical stones disappear? What is this! Ah, I don’t know either. Do you know what happened…”

“92 thousand magical stones have been stolen by someone. This is just too scary!”

The uproar was like a boiling sea. Lu Shu began to collect distress points like waves crashing in.

Lu Shu put on an act on the surface, but on the inside he was bursting with joy. Everyone was too kind! This wave of distress points was especially high. The distress points that Lu Shu needed to illuminate the seventh star kept rising.

Takashima came to warehouse Number 19 in disbelief. The wooden coffers in front of the warehouse had all been destroyed. The inside of the warehouse was completely empty. In his rage, Takashima drew his black katana from his waist. He sliced the Practitioner standing by his side in half. “Who did this!!!”

He suddenly realised another problem. Takashima’s eyes were bloodshot. “Where are Kuriyama and Miyazaki?!”

The people were dumbfounded. That’s right. As the people in charge of the warehouse, how could they not be around after such a large disturbance?

Lu Shu felt slightly awkward. They had transported the magical stones, but he had taken them away. They had tried to find the “culprit”, but the “culprit” had been killed by him…

Although he had taken the appearance of someone else, he could not help but fear that he would be exposed…

Suddenly someone had some doubt. “It couldn’t be that Kuriyama and Miyazaki took the magical stones away, right?”

This deduction made a lot of sense. If not, where would Kuriyama and Miyazaki be?

Everyone was noisy and confused. Lu Shu suddenly hid in one corner and shouted out, “It must have been Kuriyama and Miyazaki who stole the magical stones!”

The people around him followed suit. “That’s right, it must be them!”

This was just providing Lu Shu with a wave of distress points…