What kind of magic? This is called cultivating immortality!

In every era, new successors are born, who resolutely fight against darkness and evil until one day the light shines upon the earth.

Cangxing was deeply moved, yet a sense of regret lingered in his heart.

There were too few people present; not all members of the Floating Light Squad were gathered.

Such a perfect and inspiring speech should be presented on a high platform, resounding throughout the country, no, it should be said that it should be global, so that more people can hear it.

The group then exchanged ideas for a long time, with everyone taking the initiative to speak and express their opinions.

Faced with the darkness of new life and the unknown road ahead, they no longer felt worried or afraid, but were filled with expectations for a bright future.

…………

Deep in Jiangxing Mountain, the former site of a cabin in the woods.

A fierce battle once took place here, leaving mountains collapsed, trees destroyed, and the land scarred and devastated.

But now, this ruin has been restored to its original state.

Deep in the dense forest stood a much larger wooden house. Li Qiang and Wang Bo, who used to be the owners of this place, could only respectfully guard the house from the outside, not daring to show the slightest negligence or complaint.

The reason was that a large number of divine messengers had gathered inside the wooden house, among whom were countless powerful individuals whose strength far surpassed that of the two of them.

Inside the wooden cabin, rows of chairs were neatly arranged, with a burly, fierce-looking man sitting at the head of the table.

He wore a tight-fitting black short-sleeved shirt that sharply accentuated his powerful physique. A hideous scar ran across his face like a lurking centipede, exuding a bloodthirsty aura. Most striking were his eyebrowless eyes, deep-set and sharp as a hawk's, radiating an overwhelming sense of menace.

The entire room fell silent; no one dared to speak first. The man's cold and terrifying gaze slowly swept over the people seated on both sides.

There were thirty-five chairs in the room, but only thirty-two people were present.

It wasn't that the other three deliberately missed their posts or disregarded authority; rather, they had already perished in the operation in Fangyuan City.

A surge of rage welled up within the man, and he suddenly slammed his hand on the armrest of his chair, the dull thud breaking the deathly silence: "The magical girl from Fangyuan City, how dare you! You actually dared to kill three of my divine envoys in succession! Tell me, how should this matter be dealt with?"

Seeing that this person had already brought up the topic, the people present could no longer remain silent and avoid it.

The first man on the left, a thin man, forced himself to stand up and advised, "God King... Your Majesty, we have now left the God Kingdom and can no longer return. Our situation is special, and we should keep a low profile and not provoke the magical girls too much."

This was also the sentiment of the vast majority of the divine messengers present.

After all, there are only a little over a hundred divine messengers in total, and the team doesn't even have a single seven-star level member. To rashly provoke magical girls scattered across the globe would be tantamount to courting death.

Moreover, magical girls have Destiny backing them up.

It should be noted that Destiny's technological level is extremely advanced. More than a month ago, they not only devised a plan to defeat many witches, but also developed the second generation of the Heavenly Eye, forcing the witches to disappear completely from this world.

If these people become too arrogant and reckless, and completely anger the heavens, once the other side develops targeted detection equipment and launches another global purge, then everyone will have nowhere to go.

This sound advice clearly failed to satisfy the burly man, who rebuked him sternly, his voice full of arrogance: "We are the chosen messengers of the Gods, the future rulers of the new world, with incomparably noble status. Why should we fear mere magical girls?"

"We can't win!" everyone thought to themselves.

The invasion and clash in Fangyuan City was enough to prove the difference in strength between the two sides, even though the divine messenger's level was far superior to that of the magical girl.

But the result?

Two deaths and two escapes completely shattered the morale of the group.

At this moment, everyone just wanted to stay put and wait for the God King to give instructions. They had no desire to follow this brainless God King and recklessly risk their lives.

"Humph!"

Seeing everyone fall silent again, the man slammed his hand on the armrest once more and rebuked them sternly: "A bunch of cowards and timid cowards! If a man does not aspire to great heights, he is wasting his life. We should be indomitable, advance despite difficulties, and expand the territory for the God and take control of the world!"

"But... the Lord God has never issued an order to start a war."

"I'm not eight feet tall either."

"I...I'm a woman."

"..."

Several people mustered their courage and spoke up to refute.

"Um?!"

The man instantly flew into a rage, raising his hand and slapping several people who had spoken to him to the ground, knocking them unconscious on the spot.

Everyone saw it all, but dared not speak out, their hearts filled with resentment and complaints.

They couldn't understand why the God would bestow such great power upon such a brute-force-only, brainless fool.

Stupidity is deadly enough, but what's even more terrifying is that this person is extremely stupid yet extremely arrogant.

After leaving the divine kingdom, he proclaimed himself the God-King, forced a group of divine messengers to follow him, and ranked them according to their strength.

The previous actions of the young divine messenger and the disastrous defeat in Fangyuan City were all influenced by his willful orders, which resulted in the needless loss of the lives of three divine messengers.

The thin man sighed inwardly, but outwardly bowed and asked respectfully, "Then what does Your Majesty the God-King intend?"

"Naturally, we'll massacre the entire Fangyuan City!"

The God-King stood up, his posture arrogant and domineering, "Let the lives of the entire city serve as a warning to the God of China that he cannot be insulted!"

The hearts of those present sank, some even foreseeing the inevitable outcome.

This reckless revenge will surely bring them all to an irredeemable end.

Seeing that he couldn't persuade them no matter what he did, the thin man could only helplessly cast a pleading look at the person opposite him.

The middle-aged man at the head of the right nodded slightly and said, "Your Majesty, I understand your anger, but before we proceed, should we consult with the God Lord or discuss this with the other two God Kings? The magical girl is not to be underestimated; acting rashly on our own would be too risky."

"The divine kingdom has been closed, and I cannot contact the divine master."

The God-King pondered for a moment, then reluctantly nodded in agreement: "However, what you said is indeed reasonable. Acting on your own is ultimately inappropriate. Let's wait until we contact the other two God-Kings to formulate a detailed plan before attacking Fangyuan City and slaughtering everything within it."

Upon hearing this, everyone present secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The other two god-kings were definitely not this fool; they could naturally see the dangers involved.

With those two involved, I believe this extremely mindless revenge plan will definitely not be implemented.

…………

On the other hand, Otto was having a very leisurely day.

He squatted alone beside the blooming flower field, raising his hand to summon a drizzle, which gently moistened the delicate flowers all around.

Just then, the Vocal Witch appeared silently. She stopped ten steps away and bowed respectfully to report: "The two divine messengers, Bu Shan and Cheng Jie, have exhausted their soul fruits and have been confirmed dead."

"It's a little faster than I expected."

Otto spoke calmly, waving his hand to disperse the rain clouds. With a gentle tap of his fingertip, the soil softened and was renewed. He chuckled, "That idiot Li Heihu certainly didn't disappoint me."

The burly man who acted violently and called himself the God King was actually named Li Heihu.

“Boss, I’ve never understood why you would bestow such power upon him when you knew he was a fool.” The vocal witch voiced her doubts. “Moreover, this person is ambitious. He proclaimed himself a god-king as soon as he broke free from control. He harbors ulterior motives. It wouldn’t be too much to cut such a person into a thousand pieces.”

"Humans are inherently full of flaws."

Otto didn't care at all. "That's good. If he were a morally upright saint, I wouldn't have chosen him."

“I don’t quite understand.” Sheng Le shook her head slightly. In her mind, those in power should prefer intelligent and loyal subordinates.

You'll understand later.

Sheng Le said "Oh," and stopped asking questions. Instead, she asked, "Boss, given how things are developing, all the divine messengers from the outside world will die sooner or later. Should we select new people to replace them?"

How many divine messengers are currently registered?

The vocalist counted carefully on his fingers and said confidently, "One hundred and seventy-two people."

"Let's gather three hundred and sixty people," Otto casually ordered. "The task of selecting new targets is entrusted to you. These newly recruited divine messengers will be temporarily placed in the divine kingdom to await orders and are not allowed to go out."

"Okay, boss!"

The vocal enchantress bowed slightly, then turned and left.

Otto remained in the flower field, leisurely tending to the vibrant colors before him, completely at ease.

…………

"The critical point is 70%...99%..."

"No, this can't take it anymore! Stop the experiment immediately!"

Inside the sealed laboratory, a group of researchers are conducting extreme pressure tests on a brand-new combat robot.

With the emergency order issued, the energy supply was instantly cut off.

The robot, which had shown signs of awakening, suddenly fell completely silent.

The researchers present shook their heads and sighed, each doing their own job. Some were recording various experimental data, some were adjusting instruments, and others were going up to check the damage to the machine up close.

Project manager Li Zekai stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the brand-new robot with a frustrated expression.

"The program coding and core technologies are all fine; the only weakness is the fuselage material."

He scratched his head in frustration, his tone helpless, "Currently, even the most advanced special materials on Earth can only withstand the energy of a B-grade Lament Seed at their limit. Once overloaded, the machine simply cannot withstand it and will ultimately self-destruct."

A senior researcher standing nearby couldn't help but speak up: "Old Li, I felt from the very beginning that this project was rushed. If the material problem isn't solved, all the iterative research and development will be a waste of time. How long has it been? And we've already burned through tens of billions of yuan, all of which is the hard-earned money of the working people."

Another female researcher chimed in, saying, "It's definitely too hasty, and even if it's successfully developed, its practical value isn't great. The K2 Genesis Mech's combat power is at most comparable to a four-star magical girl. Our China doesn't lack combat power at that level."

"This is a strict order from the minister, what can I do?" Li Zekai was even more frustrated. Ever since Kaneki's identity as a traitor was exposed, all the core scientific research responsibilities have fallen on his shoulders.

But he wasn't a specialist researcher in the field of combat robots; he had always been in charge of support work. Now, he was suddenly given a critical mission, having to meet deadlines, solve difficult problems, and overcome the material barriers that had been insurmountable. It would be a miracle if he could even complete the mission.

"How about... we go talk to the minister and mention the situation?"

Someone in the crowd mentioned it.

Li Zekai thought about it and realized that this made sense. Given the current conditions, they couldn't complete the research and development anyway, and continuing to waste time would only be a waste of money.

Instead of stubbornly resisting the pressure, it's better to proactively explain the difficulties and try to take the opportunity to withdraw from the project or apply for support.

Having made up his mind, he gave a brief instruction, then turned and left the laboratory, heading straight for the minister's office.

Before long, he arrived at the door of the minister's office.

"Dong dong."

"Enter."

Richard Li pushed open the door and walked into the office.

Lin Guohui, who was sitting and drinking tea, put down his teacup and said with a smile, "Old Li, what brings you here at this hour?"