Chapter 11: Desri’s Divine Spark
Lei and the others understood one thing clearly.
To occupy a large territory, one must have corresponding strength!
The party occupying the Yulan Empire was led by the mid-level god ‘Orsop’. However, how many mid-level gods were there in Orsop’s faction? Was Orsop the only one? This, at least, could not be determined for now.
One must know that the Yulan Empire’s land area and population far exceeded those of the Baruch Empire.
The Yulan Empire and the O’Brien Empire were the two most powerful empires on the Yulan Continent.
Daring to occupy the Yulan Empire meant that Orsop’s faction’s strength was definitely not lower than ‘Ogavin’s’. Even Ogavin possessed two mid-level god avatars, enough to fight Tarosha to a standstill. How could Lei and the others dare to make another enemy by provoking Orsop?
“Catherine, you must refine that mid-level god divine spark you obtained as soon as possible,” Tarosha instructed. “Dilin, you also need to go into seclusion and cultivate well, learning how to better apply the laws you’ve comprehended to your attacks, increasing your offensive power in a short time.”
The High Priest and Dilin both nodded.
“Lord Beirut just opened the Necropolis of the Gods, so it shouldn’t open again for a short time. Therefore… the chaotic scene of the gods will persist on the Yulan Continent for quite a while,” Tarosha said. “As for us, we’ll focus on cultivation. If others don’t provoke us, we won’t provoke them. If others try to deal with us, we won’t show any mercy.”
A trace of coldness flashed in Tarosha’s eyes.
“Alright, I’m going to the capital of the Baruch Empire now. If Ogavin and his people are there, I’ll drive them away too,” Tarosha said. In truth, during the previous battle, Tarosha hadn’t used his full strength. After all, he was the manager of the first eleven levels of the Necropolis of the Gods.
This Tarosha had extraordinary backing.
“Lord Tarosha, I’m worried about one thing,” Lei spoke up.
“Speak,” Tarosha said, looking at Lei with a smile.
Lei frowned and said, “If we stay here, will that Adkins come and attack us?” Having experienced the incident with Ogavin, Lei had begun to worry. He had originally thought that since Ogavin had occupied the empire, he wouldn’t attack Dragonblood Castle.
After all, he hadn’t actively attacked him.
Who would have thought that Ogavin would come charging over? This forced Lei to worry that one day, Adkins might have a whim and come to deal with them too. That would be disastrous.
“Don’t worry,” Dilin said with a laugh. “Lei, high-level gods have their pride. If you don’t actively provoke a high-level god, they generally won’t lower themselves to deal with you. Even mid-level gods usually won’t lower their status to deal with you.”
In the divine plane world.
There was such a convention: only those of equal status would fight each other.
For example, a low-level god, unless his mind was clouded, wouldn’t go and anger a mid-level god. The mid-level god wouldn’t kill him. Of course, if he committed a taboo and provoked the other party, the other party wouldn’t show mercy either.
For instance, Beirut had decreed that divine-level and saint-level experts were not allowed to kill or cause destruction in the eighteen northern duchies. When divine-level experts went there, Beirut would naturally show a bit of his methods, directly slapping those low-level gods to death!
A high-level god could absolutely slap a low-level god to death.
After all, the gap was too great.
“That’s good then,” Lei felt relieved in his heart.
At the same time, he recalled the scene when Ogavin had come. Back then, Ogavin hadn’t made the first move, obviously disdainful. He had let his subordinates act instead… This was common in places where many experts gathered. It was like two forces fighting.
The leader fought the leader, the soldiers fought the soldiers.
“Tarosha, be careful when you go to deal with Ogavin,” Dilin said teasingly. “Don’t end up being defeated by Ogavin instead.”
“Nonsense!”
Tarosha immediately snorted with a laugh. “Do you think I’m like you, a newcomer who just became a mid-level god, so easy to bully?” After saying this, ignoring Dilin’s expression, Tarosha flew straight out of the Dragonblood Castle hall, speeding towards the capital.
“This guy,” Dilin muttered under his breath.
Lei looked at the large group of people around him, a smile appearing on his face. Now that everyone was safe and Dragonblood Castle had returned to its former peace, Lei felt a sense of satisfaction. He looked up through the hall door at the sky. “Bebe is about to arrive!”
…
“Boss, how about you come live with me in the Dark Forest?” Bebe suggested. “Don’t worry, if I let you stay there, Grandpa Beirut definitely won’t stop it. Then… you and me, and that kid Taylor, we can all live in the Dark Forest. I don’t believe anyone would dare to come into the Dark Forest.”
This was Bebe’s idea!
After the Ogavin incident, Bebe had also become worried.
“Don’t worry, it’s fine now,” Lei said with a smile. “Tarosha and Dilin have already come. They’re both mid-level gods now. With them here… at least mid-level gods can’t threaten us. As for Adkins, I think he has no reason to deal with a low-level god like me.”
Bebe thought about it and agreed that Lei was right.
If Adkins wanted to kill Lei, even if Lei lived in the Dark Forest, Adkins could go there when Beirut wasn’t around… Besides, why would a high-level god lower himself to deal with a low-level god?
“But still, this time was really thrilling. It was really close,” Lei sighed.
If Dilin hadn’t made his move at the last moment, he and Olivier would probably have been finished.
“What’s so thrilling about it?” Bebe said instead. “Actually, Grandpa Beirut had already arrived at Dragonblood Castle before them. It’s just that Grandpa Beirut was too lazy to make a move. If Dilin hadn’t made it in time, Grandpa Beirut would definitely have acted.”
Lei was inwardly surprised.
“If Grandpa didn’t make a move at the last moment, I would never acknowledge him again,” Bebe said angrily.
“Your Grandpa Beirut is a high-level god after all, and I heard he’s also a sovereign’s messenger. With such status, how could he act casually?” Lei spoke up for Beirut. Bebe didn’t say much more. He still loved Grandpa Beirut very much.
He could feel Beirut’s affection for him.
Bebe, who had never known his parents since childhood, was naturally closest to Lei.
Lei thought to himself: “So Lord Beirut had already arrived early, but he didn’t make a move… It seems that when Desri’s divine avatar was destroyed, Lord Beirut just watched it happen.” Lei understood somewhat.
Beirut was proud.
He probably didn’t care about Desri’s life or death, or Olivier’s.
It was only because of Bebe that he showed some care for Lei.
…
In the Dark Forest.
“I told you, you’d better cultivate the Law of the Earth, the Law of Fire, and the Law of Water. But you… like this, even after a hundred million years, you won’t reach the high-level god realm!” Beirut said, looking at the two Violet-Gold Rat Kings before him.
The two Violet-Gold Rat Kings didn’t dare to speak.
“Ah, I can’t blame you either,” Beirut shook his head and sighed. “What you’re best at is still the Law of Wind and the Law of Darkness! Your progress in cultivating the other three laws is indeed too slow, too slow!”
“Father,” Harvey, one of the two Violet-Gold Rat Kings, said, “I’ve been cultivating for over a million years, but in the aspects of Earth, Fire, and Water, I haven’t reached the divine level in any of them. Really, it’s exhausting to cultivate them. It’s nothing like the comfort of cultivating the Law of Darkness or the Law of Wind.”
“Forget it, do as you please.”
Beirut shook his head. “Actually, I’ve already gained a lot. I shouldn’t be so greedy.”
“That child Bebe,” Beirut said with a helpless smile on his face. “In his heart, I’m not as important as that Lei. Hmph… He doesn’t know that even if he hadn’t asked me, just because of how Lei has taken care of him, I couldn’t just watch Lei die. But my care has its limits.”
Even a strong high-level god couldn’t teleport.
For example, even if Beirut’s divine sense detected someone trying to kill Lei tens of thousands of miles away, at such a distance, no matter how fast he was, it would still take a while. He, Beirut, wouldn’t make it in time… and could only watch Lei die.
“Hart, Harvey, and your eldest brother Harry, I don’t want to say much more. The path you take is your own choice. If you really can’t walk the path I’ve laid out for you, then do as you please. Just don’t regret it later.”
“Yes, Father.”
Hart and Harvey looked at each other, a hint of joy in their eyes instead.
Seeing this, Beirut sighed.
Sometimes the path laid out by elders was clearly the best and brightest, but Hart and Harvey didn’t like it. What could be done?
*******
At Dragonblood Castle.
A figure flew down from the sky at high speed, landing in Dragonblood Castle. Soon, under the guidance of a maid, he arrived at Lei’s cultivation area.
“It’s Miller, come in,” Lei’s voice came from the Western Garden.
A few days ago, Tarosha had driven Ogavin back. Ogavin and his men had fled in disgrace from the Baruch Empire’s territory.
Now, Tarosha, Dilin, and the War God were living in the Eastern Garden. Dragonblood Castle was vast, so there was no shortage of space. With so many experts gathered together, even Ogavin didn’t dare to come again. Although Olivier was confident, he also knew when to advance and retreat.
Now that Ogavin was determined to kill him, Olivier naturally stayed at Dragonblood Castle.
But…
Desri was not there. On the day of the great battle, Desri’s main body had also fled in all directions. At the time, Lei had sent him a voice transmission telling him to come back. But who would have thought that everyone else had returned, but Desri hadn’t come back to Dragonblood Castle. Instead, he had returned to that mysterious mountain village.
“Lord Lei,” Miller said as soon as he entered, immediately bowing and then speaking anxiously, “Lord Lei, please come with me to our place quickly. Lord Desri… he’s in a very bad state now.”
“What’s wrong?” Lei frowned.
Miller smiled bitterly and said, “Ever since a few days ago, Lord Desri came back and locked himself in his secret chamber, forbidding anyone to disturb him. At the time, we felt that Lord Desri’s expression was wrong. Lady Besselina also wanted to ask him, but Lord Desri scolded her and drove her out.”
“Scolded?” Lei was very surprised.
“Yes, Lord Desri has always had a good temper and never scolded his wife. And his wife also felt that Lord Desri’s condition seemed very bad, very irritable,” Miller said quickly.
“Let’s go. I’ll go with you,” Lei said without hesitation.
Lei hadn’t expected that this blow would turn Desri into this.
Lei was thinking from his own perspective. If he had lost his wind-type divine avatar, Lei wouldn’t have given up on himself. At most, he would have gritted his teeth and started cultivating another elemental law from scratch. After all, his life was still safe.
…
Inside the mountain range, in the cave dwelling within the mountain, Lei and Miller walked in together.
“Third brother, you’re here,” Reno said, showing a smile when he saw Lei.
Reno had also matured a lot compared to before, but now Reno was only a ninth-level archmage and hadn’t yet stepped into the saint-level realm.
“Lei, go take a look. Desri doesn’t want to see anyone now. I don’t think he’s cultivating either. I don’t know what he’s thinking,” Besselina said, walking over with a bitter smile on her face.
Lei nodded slightly.
Lei understood: “It seems that the matter of Desri’s divine avatar being destroyed hasn’t been told to his family yet.” Lei immediately followed Besselina’s guidance to a secret chamber. The door of the chamber opened with a push, and seeing Desri sitting cross-legged there, Lei was very shocked.
Was this still the refined and amiable Desri from before?