"Death Apostle, or should I say... Extrely Effective Monarch."
"I still have a trump card, a way to lead the team mbers to escape and return to Earth."
"And this is your only chance."
"If you don't act now, I'll imdiately take the team mbers away from the Eternal Civilization and leave you to deal with this group on your own."
One of the small techniques in using Inner Qi, Secret Transmission!
Ma Ran has now mastered techniques like Spiritual Surgery, Soul Shattering, and Enchantnt. Though not an expert, his achievents in this area are quite good.
Especially against the Extrely Effective Monarch...
Having personally cut down countless incarnations and shattered the countless souls of the Extrely Effective Monarch, Ma Ran is extrely familiar with this guy.
Even at a considerable distance, Ma Ran can sll the scent on the other.
In the Peak Squad composed of Title Holders, the Fla Duke, with keen observation, noticed Ma Ran's unusual reaction and felt wary. Before he could speak, the only one in the squad who hadn't spoken, the "Death Apostle," suddenly trembled slightly.
Seemingly sensing the gaze of the Fla Duke, this once hesitant figure imdiately took action.
The originally inconspicuous "Death Apostle" transford his right arm into a bizarre high-frequency particle long knife and thrust forward.
Splurt!
Blood splattered!
The black and red air currents spun on the blade, and in the blink of an eye, a Title Holder was slain.
From making a move to killing one person, the whole process was as swift as a sparrow darting down and a rabbit springing up, without the slightest hint of hesitation.
The victim did not even have the chance to utter a sound.
"Death Apostle! You!"
The Fla Duke, his attention highly focused, let out an angry roar: "How dare you!"
His fury wasn't because of a comrade's death.
An idiot careless enough to think victory was assured deserved no bla when they died.
Everyone is responsible for their own life. Everyone knew the consciousness transmission factory at the main base had already been destroyed. In such a situation, being careless and completely unsuspecting... Honestly, the Fla Duke didn't know how this guy managed to get into the "Title Holder" squad.
After all, as Ma Ran said, the pie of the Eternal Civilization is only so big. The more it's divided, the less each person can get.
On this basis, so-called "companions" are naturally better to have fewer!
But the problem is...
Dividing the spoils and fruits of victory has to wait until after victory!
Ma Ran can incite the "Death Apostle" to defect with just a few words...
Is this his ability, or are these chess pieces placed early on?
Is there a second traitor within the squad?
In the Peak Squad, many Title Holders thought of this and imdiately scattered.
Everyone had co together to form the team due to shared interests.
Now, the trust was gone; rather than forcing a collaboration, they chose to each fight for themselves!
Staying close to others, for anyone not foolish, would imdiately raise suspicions of being undercover.
The Death Apostle laughed wildly, enveloped in a mass of black and red plasma, instantly separating from the crowd, moving so fast his actions were a blur.
Yet, as he passed, explosions erupted; invisible waves emitted sharp buzzing sounds.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The chas fell like wheat cut down by a scythe.
The Death Apostle's actions didn't destroy any large chas but caused great chaos!
"Imdiately reset your stance!"
The Fla Duke surrounded by flas, heat rolling, first ensured his safety before bellowing in a thunderous voice: "Deal with this traitor first!"
In reality, his on-the-spot command wasn't needed.
The top cha Masters are battle-hardened, systematically trained veterans whose instinctual responses guide them through such sudden situations.
Giant chas that had toppled adjusted their stances almost instantaneously, one after another getting back on their feet amidst the dust.
But...
The five mbers of the Interstellar Expedition Team had already crossed the two thousand ters, arriving before the cha army!
Using a laser beam barrage again was simply impossible!
Shooting mosquitoes with anti-aircraft guns first requires the gun's barrel rotation speed to keep up.
Moreover, surrounded by allies, rashly firing might not even hit the enemies, and at least two comrades would surely be struck by a single laser cannon shot.
"Use cold weapons!"
The Fla Duke's command had just been issued when the Dawnbreaker from afar imdiately gave another order: "All cha Masters, imdiately switch to mobile form, activate nuclear acceleration, amp up the power, enter overload mode! Crush them directly with fists and feet!"
Rational analysis showed that the Dawnbreaker's command was more sensible, demonstrating his deeper understanding of chas than the Fla Duke.
But...
On the battlefield, two masters issuing orders is a soldier's worst nightmare.
A small number of cha Masters selectively followed the Fla Duke's instructions, drawing exaggerated weapons resembling ship-slaying swords and hacking at the Interstellar Expedition Team with fervor.
But the majority wavered in hesitation due to the two conflicting orders.
On a high-intensity battlefield, split-second hesitations can determine life, death, and victory.
This evident stall cost them dearly!
Boom!
While the Fla Duke and Dawnbreaker were talking, Demon whizzed through the sky, radiating a nacing black and red fla.
He neither took action nor used any weapons.
He tore through the colossal cha comparable to skyscrapers with his body like a long spear piercing the heavens!
The cockpit of a giant cha was smashed by the phantom-like body of Demon.
The harrowing sound of tal decomposing sent shivers down the spine, chilling one to the bones.
The scarlet and pitch-black liquids mingled, making it impossible to distinguish between the blood and the lubricating oil of the cha.
In the blink of an eye, the top cha Master in the cockpit was utterly obliterated!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The red-haired, blood-eyed man soared freely in the air.
He seed too lazy to even use his hands, smashing three chas with his body before finally getting ready to use his limbs.
Crack, crack, crack...
The joints of Demon's body crackled like beans popping, a grim smile as nacing as an evil ghost appearing on his face.
He looked down disdainfully at the Title Holders below, beckoning with his fingers: "Co, play with !"
At this mont, Su Qiangwei, having desperately pierced the cockpit of a cha, was pulled forward by Ma Ran using Inner Qi.
"Leave all these chas to Demon, should we go to restrict those Title Holders?"
Su Qiangwei, panting heavily, was securely enveloped in Ma Ran's colorless Inner Qi and dragged forward, promptly responding: "Got it."
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