I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 795 Uncertain, Three World Bosses
"Go ahead and arrest me if you dare. I'm right here. I don't care about your threats. I only care about my state and my people. We can no longer remain silent. We need to fight back against those Sanoff bitches. Sorry, I shouldn't have said that, but I have no other choice. From now on, I'm right here. Come and arrest me."

Wen Yan held his phone, looking at the man in the video with a determined look in his eyes, like a warrior, and sighed again that he still didn't understand Robin.

He went to destroy Robin's kingdom, but now nobody cares about him. Today, he was going to go to headquarters first when he saw the governor's public statement, which directly confronted another faction.

The president originally wanted to use the Insurrection Act to bypass the states' right to deploy troops, but he was firmly rejected.

Today, all the news that makes Robin's headlines has nothing to do with China anymore.

I just met the professor, and he said that the conflict with Robin has reached a fever pitch, and someone even made an extremely malicious claim that the current president wants to emulate Robin's old president...

Wen Yan didn't quite understand what this meant. The professor said, "You can simply think of it as Robin being willing to admit defeat to Shenzhou rather than allow another leader with power comparable to the founding emperor of Shenzhou to appear."

Upon hearing this, Wen Yan understood why that statement was considered extremely malicious; it was an attempt to kill someone.

Indeed, heretics are more hateful than heretics.

Wen Yan only got a general understanding of it and then stopped caring. As for the rest of the matters, from mythology to gods, from professionals to purgatory, from technology to diplomacy, and then to finance, it seems that Wen Yan doesn't need to get involved at all.

His sarcastic and sarcastic insults are nowhere near as good as those of professionals.

Wen Yan delivered all the fragments to headquarters, but the headquarters director refused to leave any of them behind. After a long struggle, Wen Yan took the hilt and tip of the sword back with him, leaving the remaining fragments under the headquarters.

Wen Yan felt that the thing was unlucky, and also that if he took them all, many people would probably have trouble sleeping.

In Robin's place, there is indeed no such thing as directly severing the nation's destiny. People may not fully understand this yet, but they will understand sooner or later.

Because there are truly knowledgeable people around China, at least they know what's going on.

Today, the neighboring island nation backed down the fastest. The head of the headquarters said that some people have already made contact. I don't know what those guys know or understand. Today, some radical media outlets over there have changed their tone to friendly negotiations.

As Wen Yan walked, she listened to the general manager recount these bits and pieces of information. It was clear that the general manager was in a very good mood, and his complexion was much better than it had been a few days ago.

A few days ago, the headquarters commander learned from Wen Yan and used the "Fleeting Beauty" technique. Unlike Wen Yan, he couldn't afford such extreme consumption. At the time, there were still some side effects, but he pretended to be nonchalant just to stabilize morale.

The people in Shenzhou were initially quite worried that Robin would be killed off directly, as it would be too intense and could have both positive and negative consequences.

Seeing that Robin was like a centipede that, though dead, did not fall down, everyone breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Knowing the outcome before taking action, and having a buffer period, allows for a more stable approach to many things.

Wen Yan didn't stay at headquarters for long. He returned the broken piece of the water cup and the badge of the Defender of the Nation. He had other things to attend to now.

He had to go to the altar of the ancestor of war first.

The countdown on the doomsday computer shows that there is only one day left.

But so far, the name of the next world boss has still not been revealed, which is somewhat unusual.

No matter what happened before, by this point, we can already determine the name and location of the next world boss.

Wen Yan decided to go and see for herself.

He had already completed the ritual to revive the Ancestor of Soldiers, but the Ancestor of Soldiers himself was unwilling. The Ancestor of Soldiers had no intention of hiding at all and should have directly taken one of the world boss spots.

The ancestor of the army didn't need to find his severed limbs at all; he could have been revived earlier if he had wanted to.

The moment Huang Mo died, there was an immediate notification that a world boss was about to descend. Wen Yan didn't think about anything else; this was definitely the Ancestor of Soldiers.

Now it seems there's something else going on.

As Wen Yan walked along the road, she carefully examined Bing Zu's hands, which didn't seem to have anything special about them.

However, the hint specifically states that the heart of the Ancestor of Soldiers can receive some blessings during the transportation of the Paradoxical Heart of the Ancestor of Soldiers.

Is it possible that the ancestor of war did not need any other limbs, but he did need this paradoxical heart?
With a jumble of thoughts swirling within him, Wenyan arrived at the Golden Altar.

The place remains exactly as it was before. Wen Yan hasn't set up any protective measures here, just waiting for someone to cause trouble for him.

Unfortunately, people are willing to do things that are suicidal, but no one is willing to do things that are sure to lead to death, which left Wen Yan somewhat disappointed.

After arriving here, he asked the people guarding the outer perimeter, and indeed nothing had happened. For so many days, no one had approached the mountain where Wen Yan had placed the golden altar.

Wen Yan carefully examined the golden altar. There was nothing wrong with it, nothing wrong with it. He reached out and placed his hand on the golden altar, putting the paradoxical heart inside first.

With a flash of golden light, everything returned to normal.

But that's it; nothing has changed.

Wen Yan asked the black box, which relayed the headquarters chief's message: the doomsday computer still hadn't displayed the specific name of the world boss or its location.

Wen Yan sat in front of the golden altar, scratching his head. He tried to contact the Ancestor of War again to ask, but there was no response.

Undeterred, he placed one of the ancestor's arms on it as well, and with another flash of golden light, everything returned to normal.

Meanwhile, the battlefield scene of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood that Wen Yan once saw when he met the Ancestor of Soldiers has changed.

Back then, one side was a place of birdsong and fragrant flowers, lush and vibrant life, while the other side was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, with piles of dead bodies. The ancestor of war stood on the mountaintop, his back to that world of birdsong and fragrant flowers behind him.

Now, all that remains here is a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. A fierce and malevolent aura is boiling here. One by one, warriors rise from the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, pick up their weapons, and join the battle.

Beyond the mountains of corpses and seas of blood lies another world, a desolate wasteland where emaciated figures, chained, battle warriors emerging from the carnage.

At the border between the two worlds, the Ancestor of War was fighting bare-handed against a three-headed, six-armed man who was over three meters tall and had a ferocious face.

As the two clashed, this already unreal environment continuously crumbled, turning into emptiness, and then reforming itself.

Those figures fighting near the two were annihilated as the environment collapsed, making it impossible for them to intervene in their battle.

In the midst of the battle, the environment collapsed once again, revealing another unfamiliar environment below.

A great river flowed by, and corpses floated by on its surface, while burning boats appeared one after another.

Amidst the churning, murky waters exuding a strange aura, a creature with a greenish-blue body, a face like a ferocious beast, and an aura of ferocity emerged from the river.

The other party only glanced at it before joining the battle, besieging the ancestor of soldiers alongside that three-headed, six-armed fellow.

The battle intensified, with malevolent and ferocious energies clashing constantly, distorting the surrounding environment.

After a long time, when the place where the three worlds met was shattered again and turned into void, a faint blue light could be seen flashing in the void.

After a while, the void reappeared, and the faint blue light in the void resembled a giant jellyfish stretching for several kilometers.

The jellyfish shimmered with a deep blue light, like a long, steady breath, as if it were asleep.

All three combatants could sense that the power of the sleeping giant beast seemed to be constantly weakening.

The ancestor of war only glanced at it, and a piece of information immediately came to mind.

Soul-Devouring Beast, Wen Yan's own son.

The other two didn't recognize it; they only sensed that it was best not to wake the behemoth whose first tentacle was many times larger than them. The battlefield where the three fought continued to shift, with the Ancestor of Soldiers facing two opponents, seemingly locked in a stalemate.

Suddenly, a golden light emerged from the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood of the Ancestor of War, and instantly entered the Ancestor of War's body.

Suddenly, a heartbeat like a drum resounded in the chest of the ancestor of war.

Accompanied by a tremendous heartbeat, beneath the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, a malevolent aura several times larger than before surged into the sky.

The lifeless corpses seemed to suddenly come alive, standing up and joining the battlefield, slaughtering the chained figures and shredding the corpses that had floated down from the river.

The ancestor of war shone with golden light, which spread from his chest to his entire body. With a jolt of golden light, he sent the other two flying.

With his eyes closed, the ancestor of war stretched his body and exhaled. A beam of black light shot out from his mouth, instantly piercing through the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and blowing into the desolate world on the other side.

Wherever it passed, everything turned to nothingness, the environment collapsed, and the void was revealed once again.

When Bingzu opened his eyes again, his entire demeanor had undergone a slight change.

“Two useless pieces of trash, even with your hands, feet, torso, heart, and head, you still can’t beat me.”

Such a useless demon dares to compete for a position.

If it weren't for figuring out why people are vying for this position...

"You worthless demons, do you think you're worthy to fight me for so long?"

He fought his opponent dozens of times, and the vengeance totem recorded countless battles before he finally lost.

If it weren't for the accidental discovery that he could descend, and the emergence of competitors due to his previous choices or other reasons, he wouldn't have bothered with them at all.

The moment the ancestor of war finished speaking, a thunderous heartbeat resounded.

In the blink of an eye, the ancestor of war disappeared from the spot.

In an instant, the ancestor of war stormed into that desolate world, pinching the face of the three-headed, six-armed monster with one hand.

With a soft "poof," the face vanished completely.

Another thunderous roar erupted, and the three-headed, six-armed monster—its six arms and two legs—exploded into dust with a bang.

Behind him, a giant wave crashed against the table, and the beast-faced monster, riding the murky river, charged straight at the back of the ancestor of soldiers.

Bingzu grinned maliciously, stretched out his two hands, pinched the last two heads of the demon-like creature in front of him, and let out a low growl.

"Decapitation!"

With a shout, the opponent's two heads were instantly severed as if by some sharp weapon, forcibly torn apart by the Martial Ancestor, one in each hand.

At this moment, the desolate world beneath their feet began to blur, crumble, and gradually disappear.

At this moment, the attackers from behind arrived, but Bingzu ignored them completely.

When you're fighting, just remember one thing: if you can kill one person first, don't be afraid of getting hurt.

Injuring ten is not as good as killing one outright.

He withstood the sneak attack from behind, determined to completely annihilate the one before him.

The Soldier Ancestor trembled, and a bloody wound appeared on his back. But at this moment, the desolate world beneath his feet was also completely crushed by the Soldier Ancestor. The guys who came to compete for the world boss in this world have completely disappeared.

At this moment, amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, another golden light flew in and entered the arm of the Ancestor of Soldiers.

"Ha, I've been underestimated by a junior." Bingzu laughed, then suddenly turned around, his face fierce and arrogant, and stretched out a hand to grab.

The surrounding environment began to distort, and he once again stood atop the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood. The arm he had just acquired was now piercing into the body of that ugly, beast-faced monster.

In the great river world where the beast-faced monster resides, it's as if a pale golden hand has appeared.

"revenge!"

With a deep shout, the ancestor of war saw the giant hand plunge into the river. In an instant, the river was blasted apart. When the giant hand retracted, it seemed to be still holding something.

The beast-faced monster looked down at the arm that had pierced its chest, a hint of astonishment in its eyes.

He now understood what it meant to give them hands, feet, torso, heart, and head.

It really is exactly what it sounds like.

The beast-faced monster's body vanished with the wind, and the shattered river world behind it also disappeared into thin air. Only the Soldier Ancestor still held something he had just grabbed in his hand.

The ancestor of war looked at what he was holding, then turned around and looked towards the present world, which was now in sight.

At the same time, the Doomsday Computer in the headquarters of the Blazing Sun Department also finally showed signs of change.

"The world boss, the Ancestor of Soldiers, is about to descend upon Guizhou."

0:22:24:35

The headquarters manager had been keeping a close eye on the situation, and only after confirming it did he secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Time passed slowly, and Wen Yan received confirmation, so she stayed and waited there.

After waiting for almost another day, changes finally appeared in the golden altar.

At the center of the golden altar, the gold seemed to be melting. The molten gold gradually formed a skeleton, and then rapidly solidified, transforming into a human figure.

Finally, the faint golden light dissipated, and the figure of the Ancestor of Soldiers appeared on the altar.

Seeing Wen Yan there, Bingzu smiled and casually tossed something to Wen Yan.

"I found it on the road, I'm giving it to you as a gift."

Wen Yan glanced at it, and her eyelids twitched slightly when she saw the name.

"The Heart of the Ganges".

Then I saw the prompt start to show garbled characters, flash a few times, and then the text explanation continued to appear.

"Relevant information authorization has been obtained."

"Two ancient beings who vie for the position of world boss, and who establish the foundation of their race, god, system, or species in the present world."

On the way to truly descend into the mortal world and compete for the position of world boss, they encountered the Ancestor of War, who forcibly and completely suppressed them at the cost of some injury.

This item was seized during a forced act of revenge. It is the core of divine power represented by a water vein, and a necessary element for the emergence of the water god of that water vein.

(End of this chapter)