"That's it..." Tasting the flower-shaped brain, Okalis read the memory in it.
"The Shen tribe only came to three altars, but one of the very strong newcomers went out on an adventure alone... Could it be that the problem lies with this newcomer? He brought a level 5 weapon? But even so, how did he manage to attack almost at the same time? From different altars on several continents? Moreover, the probability of drawing level five weapons is not high, and their circulation is low. How can a newcomer have so many? Are there other Shen tribes in this world?"
Even after reading Hanagata's memory, there are still many mysteries in Okalis's heart that remain unsolved.
"It seems that only by finding the newcomer's teammates can we get more information... Let's occupy the underground city first and exterminate the remaining hairless monkeys at the same time!"
As he spoke, Okalis licked the brains stuck to his mouth and flicked his tail.
The other Si tribe got the signal and killed the Shen tribe who had already taken control.
Leave no one behind!
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Just as his teammates were being killed one by one, Ikeda Matsu, the leader of the altar, had already used the invisibility technique to escape several miles away, revealed his body, took out a card from his pocket, and transformed a car. On the motorcycle, he rode all the way towards the underground city and fled.
"The Si people are absolutely crazy! They even sent the First Altar here. This damn mission is not fair at all. This kind of enemy is simply not something we can handle!"
Cursing the altar for being unfair in his heart, Ikeda Matsu suddenly found a group of reincarnations blocking his way in front of him. He was so frightened that he quickly swerved and braked. After a closer look, he found that it was the Nineteenth Altar of the Shen Clan.
"Ikeda Matsu?" Altar Nineteen also noticed the motorcycle. Francis stepped forward and asked, "Why are you here? Where are your team members?"
"Don't come here!" Ikeda Matsu was still very alert. The motorcycle under his crotch suddenly turned into a set of combat armor, which was automatically put on him. The muzzle was pointed at Francis: "Are you a real person, or are you pretending to be a Si tribe?"
After the incident just now, he could no longer trust anyone.
"What crazy things are you talking about..." Francis' eyes lit up: "Have you already encountered the Si tribe? Where are you?"
"Stop talking nonsense! Prove that you are Francis first!" Ikeda Matsu's hand was already on the trigger.
"How do you want me to prove this?" Francis spread his hands.
"Appearances can be disguised, but skills cannot!" Thinking of the scene where the dummies were defeated by one blow, Ikeda Matsu gritted his teeth and said: "Francis' famous stunt, dimensional cutting!"
Hearing this, Francis frowned, but then sighed, raised a finger, and the tip of his finger lit up with purple light.
As the finger moved, a vague space crack suddenly appeared where the purple light passed, spreading, and all the objects it touched were split into two, and no one was spared!
Such powerful destructive power is a unique level of skill, dimensional cutting!
After seeing this move, Ikeda Matsu finally felt relieved and put away his weapon with a sad look on his face.
"I saw the Si tribe...my teammates...I don't know how many of them escaped..."
"What happened?" The people at Altar No. 19 gathered around and asked with concern.
Ikeda Matsu sighed and told how he met the Mi clan.
"The First Altar is here too?" Francis was also shocked when he heard this: "Where is the old female snake Sith?"
"I didn't see that..." Ikeda Matsu shook his head: "I have long heard that the Sith are in seclusion, so they probably won't come here..."
"Okalis is troublesome enough..." Francis frowned: "Don't mention us, even if the top ten altar leaders come, they may not be his opponents!"
"But he has been infected by my psychic parasite. Even if he does not die now, he should have temporarily lost his fighting ability!"
"Then there is also the Ninth Altar..." Francis rolled his eyes: "No, go back to the dungeon!" As he said that, he ordered the team to prepare to turn around.
"What's wrong?" Ikeda Matsu was puzzled.
"Okalis has the disgusting ability to read memories by eating brain matter!" Francis looked solemn: "Now, the location of the dungeon has been exposed!"
"Exposed?" Seeing that the Nineteenth Altar had begun to pack up, Ikeda Matsu looked uncertain.
"What?" Francis noticed his abnormality.
Ikeda Matsu hesitated for a moment and said: "Those are the upper altars of the two Si tribes after all. We, plus the trash at the No. 12 altar, will have a hard time dealing with one of them. Even if we go back, it won't help. Maybe You have to risk your own life!"
Francis frowned: "You want to give up the main mission?"
"It's just a mission..." Ikeda Matsu murmured: "It's been exposed anyway. Even if we can endure it this time, when we leave and other Si tribes come again, the underground city will still fall... This world It’s obvious that most of it has been occupied by the Si people, so there’s no point in our struggle here... It’s better to preserve our strength!”
"Bullshit!" Francis, who was always kind, made a rare expletive.
"Do you know what losing a world means to the Shen clan?" The old man was so angry that his beard was trembling: "Each world represents a huge control value. If the control value drops to a certain level, the Shen clan's control over the parallel world is too weak. , that means that other races can enter our world at will...maybe even enter the main world! Then it will not be a matter of one or two missions, the entire human race may be threatened!"
"Then it's not that different from this world..." Ikeda Matsu still insisted.
"You know nothing!" Francis scolded: "The control value of the lower five families has been plundered by the upper races all year round, and it is basically on the verge of collapse! As far as I know, until the end of the last mission cycle, our remaining control value We can only bear the loss of three worlds... Can you guarantee that only this one world will be lost in this cycle?"
"Furthermore, the control value collapses in an instant. Once it falls below the warning line, it means that those intact worlds will also be invaded by other races. By then, the speed of the world's fall will be greatly accelerated. It is estimated that it will not take half a year. The world is in danger!"
"Of course I understand this!" Ikeda Matsu tugged at his hair: "But now..."
"There is nothing left!" Francis' team has been repaired: "If you are afraid of death, just run away by yourself, our Nineteenth Altar will never back down!"
With that said, Francis led the team to turn around and head towards the underground city.
Looking at the departing figure of the Nineteenth Altar, Ikeda Matsu hesitated for a moment, but finally stamped his feet and left the dungeon.
