I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 794 Informing, Arguing

Wen Yan turned and left, entering the sea below. After traveling some distance, he found a small deserted island, had the black box open the door, and returned to Shenzhou.

He had received the information from the black box: Robin's people probably didn't have time to deal with him, and those so-called gods were all hiding now, each one more obedient than the last, and they had finally started fighting among themselves.

The reason for finding fault with external forces is because there isn't enough to go around internally. These so-called gods who need believers are the lifeblood of the people.

When it first came out, it was fine as long as you could stay calm. But after a while, seeing everyone else getting stronger, it's no wonder you can't stand it.

The more believers they need, the better, and the higher the believer's level, the better. This contradiction inevitably leads to irreconcilable conflict, and they will inevitably attack each other for a period of time.

If you encounter external setbacks, you're back to the classic problem of being chased by a bear. You don't need to outrun the bear, just outrun your teammates.

Wen Yan recalled that when the three-headed dragon fell, two of its three heads were instantly reduced to ashes, and the remaining one desperately spewed out its life force in an attempt to devour him.

At that time, the blood vessels that blotted out the sky and permeated the world also ruptured most of them on the spot. The remaining part was too big to see, but it was probably about the same.

The foundation is too solid; even if it collapses, it probably won't die immediately.

Even if the nation's fate is sealed, it should still be able to survive for a while.

Just like when the Great Teacher of Virtue executed the Divine Monk, it nominally continued to exist for several decades afterward, until the emperor representing the Divine Monk was deposed, which was the final verdict.

Robin may have a strong foundation, but according to Wen Yan's understanding and Professor X's words, Robin might not even last that long in name.

The professor said that no matter how chaotic things get down there, those people only dare to smash stones and burn cars. In a sense, this is a legacy of history and a kind of indulgence. They have extremely rich experience in dealing with this.

But as long as guns are used, Robin's superiors also have a wealth of experience in delivering powerful punches, so these sights are not a big problem.

The bigger problem is the power struggle at the top, which is becoming increasingly fierce, with the bottom line being lowered lower and lower. The tacit understanding that everyone has always agreed upon is being broken, and there will never be a day when it is restored.

Once it begins, there is no end.

Wen Yan ignored the rest of the matter. Heihe said that the headquarters director said that the rest of the matter could be left alone.

Wenyan did what others couldn't do, so all the other things that others could do and were good at could be left to others.

Wen Yan emerged from the underground beehive and appeared on the floor where the skeleton mage Born was working. This guy was engrossed in his research, working tirelessly without sleep, food, or drink, as if he had found the meaning of life. Upon seeing Wen Yan, he began to introduce his current achievements.

Wen Yan listened quietly, though he only half understood. He could tell that the Skeleton Mage had found the right path, allowing him to conduct relevant research, especially on toxic substances, which made him far more capable than ordinary researchers.

At least Born isn't afraid of poisoning or anything like that. If all else fails, he can just switch bodies. The advantages of the undead are being maximized here.

After Boen finished his report, Wen Yan thought for a moment.

"If you have time, go to the Sea of ​​the Dead and find that necromancer from before."

He fell into the Sea of ​​the Dead and became a spirit within it, having lost all self-awareness.

I promised him that if Huang Mo ever died, I would let him know.

Go run that for me.

"Okay, sir."

Born agreed and listened carefully to what Wen Yan had to say. His body swayed and went limp, leaving his body in place while he returned to the Sea of ​​the Dead.

Having not returned to the Sea of ​​the Dead for a long time, Born still missed the atmosphere here, the purest undead aura, covering the mountains and fields, forming the remains of the dead on the earth.

Born took out his staff and waved it at the ground. An aura of death surged forth, the power of the soul shone, and countless bones flew in, transforming into a skeletal behemoth. Within the skull of the skeletal behemoth, the power of the soul was ignited.

Born sat atop the giant beast, still holding his staff, and sent out a message searching for the necromancer's whereabouts.

Although that guy had turned into an undead and didn't look particularly special, he kept repeating "Are they dead? Are they all dead?", which made him very easy for the necromancer to find.

Soon, news came from Born's bounty: a powerful undead had sent word that he had found the necromancer's trail.

Born tapped the giant beast beneath him, and the beast spread its bone wings, channeling the power of its soul into its wings. With a flap of its wings, it carried Born into the air, heading straight for its target.

Before long, Born found the undead who had accepted the bounty. He prepared to pay the debt in exchange for the power of his soul, but the other party said it was not necessary. It was not a mission at all, and he had just come to see Born.

The other party brought the necromancer directly over, it's unclear whether they had already captured the necromancer beforehand.

The skeleton that the necromancer had was not made of the original parts in several places, and the two thigh bones were obviously newly attached.

The necromancer ignored his surroundings and continued chanting that phrase incessantly.

"Are they dead? Are they all dead?"

Born ignored him. After landing, he walked up to the necromancer and raised his staff.

A tiny bit of soul power rippled on the staff, a blessing from Wen Yan, and also representing Wen Yan himself.

The staff landed on the necromancer's skull, a bit of power seeping into it.

Wen Yan's words resounded directly within the necromancer's soul fire.

"The Yellow Demon is dead, and there is no possibility of its revival."

The rest of your former allies will probably be coming down to join you soon.

Your former allies probably have little chance of falling into purgatory; they'll likely end up here after they die.

"You can settle your old scores yourself then."

The necromancer had no self-awareness, but after hearing Wen Yan's voice, the words he had been muttering stopped.

His last remaining, albeit barely tangible, sense of self-awareness dissipated.

From this moment on, the former idea king, whose ideas are still effective to this day, is just an ordinary undead skeleton in the Sea of ​​the Dead.

Born completed his mission and began sending messages indicating that he wanted to return to continue his research.

The moment he sensed the summons, Born's expression turned solemn as he looked around.

"The task assigned by my Lord has been completed. Farewell, everyone."

Born's figure transformed into a streak of light and vanished from the spot in an instant, leaving the other conscious undead behind. Those guys all raised their heads, and the soul fire burning in their eye sockets seemed to be overflowing with envy.

Their ultimate goal is to be like Born.

At least I made an appearance this time and became known to others. When needed in the future, I'll always have a better chance than other undead.

As a conscious undead, the last time I encountered a necromancer, I captured him and kept him by my side, preventing this nascent undead from being completely annihilated in the sea of ​​the dead.

It was just a gamble, and I never expected it would actually come in handy.

In the present world, Wen Yan received Bo En's report, which put his mind at ease. To be honest, he was a little worried that if the idea king's obsession didn't dissipate and he regained consciousness in the Sea of ​​the Dead, he might come up with some outrageous ideas again.

In some ways, this guy's destructive power is even greater than some of the guys listed as world bosses.

The plague that guy spread wasn't just a simple necromancy spell; it was a virus cultivated from it. Although it wasn't as outrageous after losing the spell's enhancement, the virus itself had still multiplied and couldn't be completely eradicated.

The deity law they created is now the starting point for all these problems.

Wen Yan put the matter aside, took a bath and changed his clothes, and then went to the underground beehive to pay respects to the big shots here.

He first paid his respects to Old Zhu, and after that, he talked about the hanging.

Regardless, the resentment in the hanging rope helped him bear the backlash of ruining the nation's fate.

Only if a backlash occurs can it be confirmed that the three-headed dragon has been killed.

After speaking, Wen Yan bowed respectfully and waited for a long time. Only after seeing that the three incense sticks had burned out normally did Wen Yan relight the incense and place the hanging rope in front of Old Zhu's memorial tablet.

He continued to wait, and only stood up after watching the three incense sticks burn out normally.

History cannot be changed. No matter how abstract the person was back then, if they helped him a lot, or even saved his life, he should remember their kindness.

Seeing that Old Zhu didn't kick the incense burner or break the incense, Wen Yan felt that he had repaid the favor.

For the other party, being qualified to face their ancestors again is the most important thing; gratitude for being brought out by Wenyan and given a chance is secondary.

These three sticks of incense are what the other party wants most now.

Having done all that, Wen Yan stood up and took the noose with her.

This thing is no longer the extremely dangerous and easily out-of-control artifact it once was. I'll give it to Dog Brother later. Dog Brother doesn't care about anything else, except the hanging rope. Every time he gets it and then gives it back, he can't hide the reluctance on his face.

Wen Yan paid her respects to the other big shots in the basement again, without mentioning the dangers outside. She only said that she had completed a mission and would be resting at home for a while.

By the time Wen Yan came out of the basement, Feng Yao had already arrived.

"How are you? Are you okay?"

"It's okay, you're fine."

"Really?"

"It's fake, I almost died."

"..."

Wen Yan smiled, holding the little zombie that had flashed into his arms and was clinging to him in one arm, and picking up the fat sparrow cat in the other, rubbing the sparrow cat's head.

The sparrow stared blankly, its head bobbing around in a circle, trying to avoid Wen Yan's hand. Then, it realized that Wen Yan's hand was still on its head, stroking it. The sparrow shook its head again.

Seeing that there was no way to get around it, the sparrow glared at Wen Yan, sulking.

The little zombie squinted and giggled, then whimpered at the sparrow.

"I saw a video before that said only cats of higher status can groom cats of lower status. Do you think your older brother can't pet your head?"

“Nonsense, I am a sparrow!” the sparrow cat blurted out.

"Then why are you hiding?"

"..." Sparrow froze on the spot, caught in a dilemma. It frowned and tried to dodge Wen Yan's hand, but then stopped trying and let Wen Yan pat its head.

Wen Yan watched the two bickering and laughed out loud, gesturing for Feng Yao to sit down and talk.

"Before you came back, headquarters received another message that a new world boss is about to arrive, still in three days, but it's not certain who it will be yet."

“Yes, I will go to the altar of the Ancestor of Soldiers tomorrow.” Wen Yan immediately understood what this meant. The Ancestor of Soldiers did not want to return in an ordinary manner and wanted to take the spot of the next world boss.

The threat that once existed has been dragged out by that bastard Huang Mo until now, and many things have changed.

Now, with multiple experiences, the Lieyang tribe also feels that the ancestor of soldiers is right.

If you don't take it, the enemy will. It's better for us to take it ourselves.

Given the current situation, no matter what, the ancestor of war would never want to overthrow China.

The term "world boss" comes from the doomsday computer, and it is currently confirmed that this term is related to the progress of the spiritual energy revival.

Previously, some people tried to slow down the arrival of the world boss in order to slow down the spiritual energy revival process.

However, some people think that Huang Mo's actions have stalled the progress of spiritual energy revival, and there are many who want him dead, including within Robin's organization.

Wen Yan felt that this time, no one on Robin's side stopped him at all. Was it because everyone else thought that he was just going to kill Huang Mo, so they didn't care and wished that Huang Mo would be killed?

Hearing Wen Yan's confirmation, Feng Yao breathed a sigh of relief.

It's quite frustrating not knowing who the next world boss will be. If someone could lend a hand and confirm that it's the Ancestor of Soldiers, things would be much easier.

Upon seeing Feng Yao, Wen Yan thought for a moment, then took out a bag full of fragments, including the sword hilt, and handed them to Feng Yao.

"Take this back and put it away."

"No..." Feng Yao jumped up immediately, as if she had been bitten, and moved away from the fragments.

At first, no one knew exactly what these fragments were, but everyone knew that Old Meng, who was the first to collect a large number of them, was almost completely destroyed by them.

Then Lao Meng found an opportunity to hand over all the fragments to Wen Yan, including the auspicious item.

Now that he knows what it is, Feng Yao doesn't even dare to touch it.

"It's not appropriate for me to keep this, and I don't want to keep it either. You can take it back and put it away."

"No, you handle it yourself. I'm not taking it. The warehouse of the Lieyang tribe in Nanwu County is also full, so I can't take it."

"Alright, I'll deliver it to headquarters myself another day, and I'll also return the borrowed items while I'm at it."

Wen Yan knew very well that while the headquarters trusted him, it was one thing if no one urged him or asked for anything; but the fact that he himself held a powerful weapon specifically designed to attack the country, which had only just been tested once, was not a good thing at all.

Moreover, this was a safety measure that Wen Yan himself had to take. Who knows if some person with special abilities might appear and affect him?

Besides, this thing is definitely a murder weapon, and it's somewhat ominous. Wen Yan himself isn't afraid, but he's also worried about affecting the people around him, so he'd better keep it safe at the headquarters of the Lieyang Division.

Having gone through so many things before, there are bound to be some fragments that have had an impact.

(End of this chapter)