243: The first divine messenger Pasil!

The God Race's weapons are all standardized equipment, with attributes identical to the one Kadela dropped.

Chen Beixuan reached out, picked it up, and tossed it into his backpack.

The Old Pope expressed his gratitude, then returned to tend to Lydia, confident he could handle the Light God Realm.

Chen Beixuan, on the other hand, couldn't care less.

He was practically hoping those BOSSes would come looking for him.

With the daily mandatory skill upgrades and backfeeding taken care of, he had much more freedom afterward.

He summoned his Myriad Realms Kun to teleport to the City of Radiance, awaiting Laji's message.

Aside from matches, the rest of his time was spent on matches.

With the Black Death Guards out harvesting, he could gain experience points just by sitting there; it was simply too good.

He had once envisioned leveling up by relying on summoned creatures.

Chaos Envoys could also operate remotely, but their intelligence was low, and they had a duration limit, preventing autonomous action, so the idea had been shelved.

Conversely, resurrected heroic spirits possessed intelligence and were permanent, yet they couldn't move freely over long distances.

It wasn't until today, when he drew the 'Independent' entry, that his vision could finally be realized.

He could finally be a hands-off manager, leveling up while lying down.

Meanwhile.

In the Light God Realm, at the Reincarnation God Pool.

Two golden lights shot into the sky, and Sandra and Lilian emerged barefoot and unclothed.

A hint of surprise flickered in their eyes.

They had expected to die permanently like Kadela, but unexpectedly, they had been resurrected.

Was it the Chaos Mage's deliberate doing?

Or was there something more to Kadela's death…

The two women exchanged glances, clearly having no clue.

But that wasn't the main point; the priority was to quickly report information about the culprit.

Donning the clothes and armor prepared for the resurrected on a nearby rack, the two rushed non-stop to the Divine Temple.

The God Realm boasted beautiful scenery, swirling clouds and mist, and sunlight piercing through the clouds, casting dappled patterns, like a celestial realm.

If any netizens were here, they would surely exclaim, “Wow, Daliyuan effect!”

The architecture utilized a combination of gold, white, and azure blue, intertwining nobility and luxury.

Compared to the central imperial city, it was less rustic and more elegant.

The Divine Temple was a tall tower built on a mountain peak, overlooking the entire Divine Mountain Range, looking down on everything.

As the heavy doors slowly opened, Sandra and Lilian saw the guardian here.

First Divine Envoy · Pasier!

The Twelve Divine Envoys had a strict hierarchy; the higher the ranking, the greater the strength and status.

Upon seeing him, Sandra and Lilian respectfully knelt in salute.

“Lord Pasier, we have urgent matters to report to the Divine Lord; please be so kind as to inform him.”

Pasier was a male divine envoy with golden-brown curly hair, well-defined features, and golden divine radiance emanating from his pupils.

He was bare-chested, with well-defined but not overly bulky muscles, and his skin was covered in golden linear tattoos, with a sun pattern on his back.

In layman's terms, he was a broad-shouldered, slim-waisted, 185cm tall, golden-haired, premium athletic male, exuding exotic charm!

His voice was magnetic, yet carried a hint of authority and unquestionable resolve as he slowly spoke.

“The Divine Lord is in secluded cultivation and cannot be disturbed; you may speak to me if you have matters.”

“Yes.”

Sandra and the other recounted the entire incident.

They particularly emphasized that the culprit was a Chaos Mage, posing a great threat to the God Realm.

Pasier listened, his brows subtly furrowing.

“Are you certain it was a Chaos Mage?”

“Absolutely. We personally saw the Chaos Envoy wielding a flaming longsword. That is the signature skill of successive Chaos Mages; there's no mistaking it!” the two replied.

Chaos Mages had a myriad of bizarre skills, meaning the targets of their Hand of God varied.

However, the exclusive skills gained every 10 levels were fixed, and the Chaos Envoy was the favorite and most frequently used skill of every Chaos Mage.

Thus, it became a mark of identification.

Pasier's brow subtly lifted, showing a hint of interest.

“Tell me the detailed process of the battle; do not miss a single detail.”

“Yes.”

Sandra and Lilian recounted the battle process again.

Upon hearing that the opponent instantly killed Sandra and the other in just a few moves, Pasier's lips couldn't help but curl upwards.

“Interesting…”

After three seconds of contemplation, he immediately gave an order.

“Come, men, relay my command: the Second and Third Divine Envoys are to remain in the God Realm, while the Fourth to Eighth Divine Envoys shall accompany me to apprehend the culprit!”

“Yes!”

The God Race guards at the door replied, then turned and departed.

Sandra and Lilian trembled, unable to believe it.

Lord Pasier was actually going to act personally?!

They could no longer recall when Pasier had last taken action; they only knew that a thousand years ago, Pasier was already the strongest divine envoy.

He was the most outstanding and most battle-talented member of the God Race in history.

If nothing unexpected happened.

Pasier would be the next Divine Lord, and even the Light God after that!

In terms of combat ability alone, the current Divine Lord might not even be able to compare to him.

He hadn't taken action in a thousand years, and now he was preparing to act!

How could the two of them not be shocked!

The two women exchanged silent glances, a cold sneer in their hearts.

With Lord Pasier making a move, that Chaos Mage was as good as dead!

Those who dared to harm their God Realm were destined to pay the price!

......

On the other side.

The National League had already entered its intense final stages.

All sorts of hidden professions emerged, with diverse skills, making the battles wonderfully exciting.

Even Chen Beixuan's average battle duration was forced to extend.

Any player or team that encountered Chen Beixuan, besides resigning themselves to bad luck, all shared the same goal.

That was to last a little longer!

As the saying goes, there's no harm without comparison, and achievements need peers to highlight them.

Losing didn't matter; as long as they lost more gracefully and lasted longer than other teams, they still had face!

Later, when they met, they could proudly say,

“Oh, isn't this the 5-second team? We at least lasted 15 seconds; you guys are still lacking…” and similar remarks.

Moreover, by doing this, other players could also judge the strength of teams based on their duration.

While not necessarily accurate, who cared?

If you lasted long, you were strong, and everything you did made sense!

If you lasted short, then you should seriously look for your own reasons.

If you're bad, practice more!

After once again eliminating a team of players, the promotion notification sounded!

[Ding! After a tough battle, you have defeated the team [Imperial Victory Team]! Successfully advanced to the National Top 8!]

Teleporting back to the City of Radiance, Chen Beixuan smacked his lips.

Competing against players was utterly devoid of fun…

If there were an exclusive BGM at this moment, it would definitely be that song, 'Invincibility is ~ how… how lonely~'

“Fortunately, it's almost over; holding my arm up for a whole day is quite tiring…”

He murmured to himself, which drew angry glares from passing players, who gnashed their teeth in frustration.

Look at what you're saying; is that even human speech!

It's just too infuriating!

For a moment, continuous waves of grumbling and cursing erupted from the surrounding crowd.

Chen Beixuan chuckled wryly but didn't take it to heart.

Whether in the game or in reality, he and these players were not on the same level; their perspectives were already completely different.

Let them curse; he just considered it dog barking.

Whoosh!

Xiao Lu suddenly teleported back, pouting, her face full of unhappiness.

“Grandpa… I lost.”