Chapter 24 War Council

A few minutes later.

Gunie walked to the end of the corridor and, following the spell given by the system to open the transcendent door, opened an ancient transcendent door.

The Dominator's flesh came into view.

After examining it, Gunie chuckled softly.

This piece of Dominator's flesh actually came with bone—it was a piece of bone-in meat.

Moreover, the entire piece of Dominator's flesh and bone was about five or six times the volume of the piece Gunie had obtained earlier.

"Bones are a good thing," Gunie said softly.

"By absorbing it, I might even improve my bone marrow's hematopoietic function, allowing my Deathgod Beast bloodline to transform faster and reach a higher ceiling in the future."

"At present, Gunie's Deathgod Beast bloodline is already in the transformation stage."

Gunie's bones had begun to take on a golden hue, and thirty percent of his blood had turned dark gold.

Gunie estimated that when his blood and bones fully transformed into dark gold, that would roughly be the time when his chieftain bloodline evolved into a lord's.

After storing away the Dominator's flesh,

Gunie returned to the castle.

By then, the sounds of battle within the castle had gradually subsided.

And Gunie knew the outcome.

This outcome made Gunie frown slightly.

The three chieftain-level dark werewolves had been beaten into fleeing in all directions, then used the power of their contracts to escape back to their world.

As for the remaining ordinary dark werewolves and a few elite werewolves, they were all killed—they had not signed contracts with Gunie, and if he did not release them, they could not return.

After all, Fort Narf was a carefully managed stronghold of the War Church, not something a hundred dark werewolves could overrun.

With a leap, Gunie, still in stealth, quickly soared into the sky.

He raised one hand into the air.

As Gunie chanted the spell, a storm of source power surged rapidly.

Source power within a hundred meters roared in.

Soon, source power from a kilometer around was drawn in.

Then, source power from over ten kilometers converged like a giant whale drinking water, gathered by Gunie.

As a favored child of World Essence, he wielded profound World Essence.

Absorbing source power over a wide area was a very easy task for Gunie.

But this time, the incoming source power was not for absorption.

It was for destruction and annihilation.

A massive amount of source power gathered above Gunie, and under the extreme compression of the World Framework,

it quickly condensed into a source ball the size of a ping-pong ball.

Then it expanded to the size of a bowl.

After a minute, it had gathered into the size of a basketball.

The basketball-sized source energy ball, under the confinement of World Essence, was compressed to the extreme.

Dark Essence and Destruction Essence were contained within, surging violently.

At this moment, many transcendent beings in the church castle below noticed this scene.

Some clever ones guessed what Gunie was about to do and began frantically fleeing outward.

Those foolishly loyal vowed to defend the castle to the death.

"Go!"

Gunie threw it directly downward, then leaped, turning into an afterimage as he flew into the distance.

A moment later.

Boom—

With a violent surge of source power, a mushroom cloud rose up.

By then, Gunie was already far away.

…

An hour and a half later, two Transcendent Masters flew over with imposing momentum.

It wasn't that there was no emergency teleportation array here.

Rather, that teleportation array had already been destroyed.

When they arrived at their destination and saw the church castle of the Narf Diocese, now leveled to the ground,

the two Transcendent Masters' faces immediately darkened.

"We need to report this as soon as possible."

After investigating the surroundings, the older Transcendent Master said in a deep voice.

The resident Transcendent Master killed, the church castle of the Narf Diocese destroyed—this was no small matter.

This was one of the fourteen core dioceses of their War Church, a center of power.

…

The solemn and majestic War Church Sanctum.

Four Church Bishops and the Pope—five projections descended into the Sanctum.

These five were all Divine Envoys, beings at the Ancestral Spirit level.

They were the supreme combat power of the War Church and the absolute controllers of church authority.

"Have you all received the news?" The War Pope's voice echoed lightly in the Sanctum, carrying an ethereal quality and a slight pressure of will.

"What happened?" The War Bishop, with a resolute face as if carved by knives and axes, was unaware of the details.

"I was stationed at the front lines and received no messages, nor could I leave for long."

"Yesterday, Carlos Radner, stationed in the Narf Diocese, was killed, and the church castle there was razed to the ground," a female Red Bishop said softly.

"Hmm? Who would be so bold as to penetrate deep into our church's hinterland? Do they really think the War Church is easy to mess with?" The War Bishop's temper matched his title—extremely fiery and aggressive.

Glancing slightly at the War Bishop, the Red Bishop then spoke softly: "According to our investigation, the one who killed Carlos Radner seems to be a visitor from another realm."

A visitor from another realm?

The others immediately looked over.

Although they knew that the church castle of the Narf Diocese had been destroyed and the resident Carlos Radner killed,

they did not know who had done it.

Earlier, they had thought it was some expert from the Northern Empire.

Unexpectedly, it was a visitor from another realm.

"It was a Mechanical Angel."

"Moreover, this Mechanical Angel claimed to be from 'Saint Heigar.' Additionally..."

"It also said it came on the orders of Lord Zdravko Gilmore."

"Lord Zdravko Gilmore?"

The War Bishop was taken aback; at first, he didn't recognize the name.

A moment later, his expression changed solemnly.

"The War God? How is that possible?"

"I find it hard to believe too," the Red Bishop said, shaking her head gently.

"Saint Heigar—do any of you know what that place is?"

"No."

"Not clear."

The other bishops shook their heads.

"Saint Heigar is the supreme high-dimensional transcendent world," the War Pope's voice said softly at that moment.

The four below were startled at heart.

High-dimensional transcendent world—they knew only fragments from ancient texts.

Such a place was difficult even for beings as powerful as gods to reach.

"Could what that Mechanical Angel said be true?" the War Bishop said in a deep voice.

"Whether it's true or false, what does it matter?" The War Pope's voice was as calm as ever.

"When Zdravko Gilmore left, he essentially abandoned the War Church."

"Even if it's true, sending a War Angel here now is only to kill us—no different from the enemies in the north."

"And if it's false, there's even less to say."

"This is most likely a scheme of those northerners, using these deceitful tricks to destroy us."

"True or false, it no longer matters, does it?"

The War Pope's gaze swept over the four.

All four were silent. Indeed.

Whether what the Mechanical Angel said was true or false, it no longer mattered.

If they did not destroy the north, the northern empire would surely destroy them.

There was no need for that little Mechanical Angel to destroy them.

In the past year or two, the north had developed secret pattern potions.

These could greatly enhance the transcendent traits of the soul and body, even allowing the soul and body to transform and advance to the elite level at the transcendent trait tier.

It was said that the Northern Transcendent Association had recently produced many formidable transcendent beings.

This was especially evident in confrontations on the battlefield.

At the same high-tier transcendent level, southern transcendent beings were generally no match for northern ones.

As time passed, the advantage did not seem to be on their side.

If destruction was inevitable, they had nothing to fear—they only needed to go all out, even if it meant a fight to the death.

"The plan to extract the World's Origin has been finalized," the War Pope's voice sounded again.

The four immediately looked up.

"This is a great opportunity for all of you to advance to demigod."

"As long as we have enough demigod-level experts, we can launch a counteroffensive before the gods are born, even without divine help to turn the tide."

"Of course, the plan to birth a god is also of utmost importance."

"Dispatch two Transcendent Masters skilled in tracking to follow the trail of this Mechanical Angel. Inquisitor Bishop, be on standby at all times; the moment there's an opportunity, teleport over immediately and capture this Mechanical Angel."

"Although he alone can't cause much trouble, we cannot allow him to wreak havoc unchecked in our hinterland."

"At the same time, if we capture this Mechanical Angel, we can learn more important information about Saint Heigar from him."

"Yes!" The Inquisitor Bishop nodded solemnly in response.

"Everyone!"

The War Pope's voice resounded grandly.

"We are now in a state of war. Be on constant alert and watch for a large-scale northern offensive."

"Once the extraction of the World's Origin begins, time will be on our side," the War Pope said softly.

"Once we grow strong, that will be the death of those northerners."