Chapter 1163 - 82: BOSS Alliance (Part 2)

Chapter 1163: Chapter 82: BOSS Alliance (Part 2)

Helena said gravely, "My lord."

"This Airenicas is said to have been capturing people for secret research."

"Not easy to deal with."

"Please be extra careful, my lord."

The Slaughter Divine Son emerged early on.

But true large-scale turbulence began only after Chaneem stepped into the scene.

As the first breed of the Ferren Kingdom, the God of Murder Baal feared neither meat nor drink, leaving behind a vast progeny over endless time, including but not limited to humans, elves, dwarves, dragons, Zors, giants, even beastmen, and humanoids.

Duncan nodded slightly, a trace of appreciation in his gaze towards Helena; he admired women who got things done.

Such women could be given some rewards.

Helena seemed to sense Duncan’s shift in attitude; her eyes grew more alluring, and her tone more intimate. She spoke softly, "My lord asked me to focus on some recently rising figures."

"I did find some people."

Duncan, hearing this, showed interest, "Who are they?"

Helena gestured to her attendant behind her and snuggled closely beside Duncan, unintentionally brushing her slender, unique stocking-clad leg against him—a product from the Dark Realm, early stockings woven by the Zor Elves from spider silk.

"Xian Dai."

Helena took out a collected intelligence report, leaning slightly against Duncan, "She is a Zor Elf."

"Identity unknown."

"Suddenly rose and led creatures from the Dark Realm to the surface world."

"Reportedly accompanied by powerful monsters like beholders and heart stealers."

One of the Slaughter Divine Sons.

One of the five saints who will contest with Chaneem for divine power, her rise was so sudden it seemed to come out of nowhere, able to fight from the Dark Realm to the surface and impacting trade in some regions, placing her directly in Helena’s radar.

Baal, the God of Murder, had quite an appetite; his avatar likely bedded some Great Mother Zor.

"There’s another giant suddenly on the rise."

"Reportedly immune to blades and guns."

Helena felt Duncan’s hand resting on her long, firm thigh, and immediately her smile grew more seductive; intimately, she said, "It has conquered many monsters, affecting our golden trade routes."

"But none of this is really important."

"The key figure is this one."

Helena opened her intelligence dossier, pointing to a portrait of an elegant and gentle man, "Bazaza."

"A powerful martial monk recently on the rise."

"Currently traveling the world."

"His strength is formidable, almost unfathomable."

"Just a casual move vanquishes many strong opponents."

Bazaza.

One of the most powerful Slaughter Divine Sons.

A legendary martial monk who could make Chaneem doubt his life; the Moon Yin Style and Sun Yan Style were his signature skills, ranking him in the top tier among Slaughter Divine Sons.

But bizarrely, this guy was truly aligned with the lawful good camp.

Most of the Slaughter Divine Sons were evil, even Chaneem wasn’t a good guy, while Bazaza left the monastery because he learned of his identity and destiny.

He decided to confront his fate!

Bazaza had only one goal—to collect all of Baal’s divinity, then use a unique "suicide" ritual to bury himself along with Baal’s divine power, ensuring Baal could never resurrect again.

Among all the Slaughter Divine Sons, this guy was the most unique, with extraordinary determination, his power surpassing the limits of mortals.

Whether he would actually do this, others didn’t know.

But his actions, from every perspective, depicted a good man of the lawful good camp.

Bazaza had already started his hunting path, eliminating evil, and had already gained some fame in some countries near the east.

"This one is even stronger than Airenicas," Duncan thought to himself.

Chaneem stepping down from the mountains was already considered late.

Before he became active, many Slaughter Divine Sons had already begun to show their prowess, and a strong Slaughter Divine Son was also rising over by the Iron Throne.

"The biggest variable now is Shirek."

"He’s not insane."

"I can’t make a move easily."

For Duncan, the timing of striking couldn’t be too late, for then the divine power would have been stolen by Baal’s traitorous High Priest, but it couldn’t be too early either, as then Shirek would come in to claim the gains.

Shirek was terribly troublesome!

Relying on his mighty divine power position, as long as he wasn’t insane, others stood no chance against him.

Whether dealing with slaughter or tyranny, Duncan was simply playing with fire.

"If I just wanted a weak divine position, I could easily find a way to seize it now."

"But starting from a medium-level divine power."

"The difficulty rises sharply, for divine positions at this level attract covetous looks from other divine spirits."

"Also, I can’t ascend directly to divinity right now."

"Because once I do, my main body will have to enter the Divine Country, and then I can only act through my avatar, which would ironically lower my combat power."

The problems Duncan faced were numerous indeed.

Ascending to divinity was akin to ascension; once merging with a divine position and format, one must enter the Divine Country, despite the main body’s powers surging, it also imposed limitations, with future actions confined to avatars, whose combat power might even be inferior to his current main body.

Therefore, Duncan had to hold back his level and power; randomly ascending to divinity would turn out to be a kind of weakening for him.

He needed to skip levels to ascend to divinity.