To Rod’s surprise, the people of Saint Reel did not oppose this obviously irrational action.
Perhaps they still harbored unrealistic hopes, or perhaps they were desperate to learn the Pope’s whereabouts and understand why he did not stand up to protect Saint Reel in such a dire ti.
This God of Humans they worship and revere—what exactly has happened to him?
But they also understood that this was a very foolish choice.
No matter the Pope’s whereabouts, the Saint Rel Royal City was already an extrely dangerous area.
The First Saint Heir was the most powerful warrior among them, even stronger than the elderly First Archbishop Mod. He should now focus on saving as many of Saint Reel’s survivors as possible and escorting them to Trolian.
Reason and emotion clashed fiercely, so they expressed their opinion through silence.
Takxis didn’t care about others’ opinions. After speaking, he turned to head toward the Royal City.
"Wait!"
At this mont, Rod spoke up. Takxis did not stop until he heard the next sentence.
"I’m going with you."
Takxis stopped, turned around, his red hair waving in the firelight, and cast a sharp gaze on Rod.
"You?"
Rod nodded: "."
"Why?"
"I also want to know the truth."
Takxis scrutinized him for a few seconds and shook his head slightly: "No, your power is not strong enough."
Rod smiled: "Spiritual Energy is not the absolute standard for asuring combat strength. I possess many unimaginable abilities, which might co in handy in the dangerous Royal City."
Takxis imdiately recalled the Ice Field just now, a power capable of annihilating Ancient Gods.
And this power was actually in the hands of a Commander.
Moreover, his special soul attack, expertly executed to a level making one question life, also indicated he was not as simple as he seed.
Hesitating for just a second, Takxis replied: "Alright."
Rod imdiately turned around and inford Qingyu and the others of this matter.
As expected, Horus imdiately expressed strong opposition: "No! You absolutely cannot go..."
But Rod silenced his impending outburst with just one sentence.
"Have you forgotten about my rebirth ability?"
Horus was suddenly stunned, swallowing his burgeoning outburst down his throat.
"Ahem, what did you say?"
Qingyu chuckled: "Archbishop, you haven’t studied Rod’s information thoroughly enough. It’s on the first page—that if he is unfortunately killed in battle, he will be reborn in another place. This place can sotis be far and sotis close, seemingly changeable by his will. Rebirth frequency is indeterminate, with precedents of rebirth three tis in a single battle, but seemingly at so cost... This is Black Rice Bucket’s most powerful ability, the ultimate life-saving card, unparalleled, unimaginable... Thus, this Fire Spark is classified as a special class Fire Spark, ranked at the top of the Great Book Library!"
Horus beca furious: "I know, I’m just worried about any accident occurring in his rebirth ability..."
Qingyu turned his gaze, faintly rippling concern in his eyes.
"Little Rod, could there be any accidents?"
Rod answered resolutely: "Absolutely not. My rebirth location is in the secluded refuge of Mist survivors. If you have already left there, rember to leave a mark for ."
Qingyu’s smile imdiately brightened.
"I understand. You may go without worry."
Rod nodded and turned around.
Takxis knew he had finished speaking, and with a movent, he swiftly sped toward the southeast.
Rod closely followed.
In the blink of an eye, the winding firelight was engulfed by layers of Black Fog.
Their speeds were extrely fast, resembling lightning in the darkness, yet without any noise, causing disturbances no different from those of average low-rank personnel.
Takxis gave him a surprised look, seemingly astonished that he could keep up.
"Rod... is that right?"
He sowhat unfamiliar with the pronunciation.
"Do you have a title? In Saint Reel, addressing soone by their title is a way of showing respect."
Darn, why is this annoying habit everywhere?
Rod calmly replied: "Invincible War God."
Takxis nodded: "Rod of Trolian, the Invincible War God, you are worthy of this na. It’s a pleasure to et you. I am Takxis of the Saint Reel, the Red Star, and the third combat force below the Pope."
Rod curiously asked: "Third? Who are the first and second?"
"The first is the Captain of the Church Knights, Gauss. The second is the young First Archbishop Mod."
"The young one? What about the old one?"
Takxis gave him a look: "When this ranking appeared and beca widely known, it was already eternally established. I won’t change it."
Rod nodded again and asked: "Red Star Sir, what’s the relationship between the Polluted Blood God and the Ancient God of Rebirth?"
Takxis turned back.
This ti, genuine astonishnt was written across his face, even more than when he saw the "Ice Prison" before.
"You know the Ancient God of Rebirth? You rember its exalted na?"
Rod’s heart trembled; he had forgotten that in the Dream Realm, after completing its mission, the Ancient God of Rebirth was completely erased from the river of history.
Originally, those who knew relevant information gradually forgot its existence. Sagus City beca the Divine City of an unknown God and the Ancient God of Destiny. Even the Book of Knowledge and the puppets forgot its exalted na, rembering only the title as the Ancient God of Rebirth of flesh and blood.
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