Gao Wu insists on cultivating immortality.

Chapter 251 Challenge
To the southeast of Dongwei Island are hundreds of islands, many of which are inhabited. A small portion of these islands are inhabited by primitive tribes, numbering around one or two hundred people.

These tribes communicated with each other via wooden boats, forming a large, cohesive community with similar customs.

Dongwei Island was taken over by the alliance, and some contact was also established with these primitive tribes.

Over the decades, some young people have entered modern society and received education, but they have also come into contact with the evil cult.

Many tribes already had primitive beliefs, but these beliefs were very crude and simple. The demon god, however, could perform miracles and had a complete doctrine, which quickly converted the tribes into believers of the demon god.

The most direct problem with the belief in demon gods is that it requires blood sacrifice.

As a result, the various tribes frequently hunted each other. Coupled with the diverse populations from different regions, this created chaos on the archipelago.

With the elimination of the demonic sect masters from Dongwei Island, the situation in the archipelago has become increasingly chaotic.

Purple Leaf Island is only about ten miles in circumference. In the center of the island is a pool of water from which fresh water gushes out from deep in the ground, giving Purple Leaf Island abundant fresh water resources.

Not far from the pool, a dozen or so simple wooden houses are arranged in a circle, surrounded by a fence, forming a small village.

At this moment, the village was covered in blood sacrifice.

A black statue, about a foot tall, sits on a stone platform. The statue is stout, wears a tall crown, and has narrow, upward-facing eyes.

In front of the statue was a black, three-edged dagger about a foot long, with some mysterious runes engraved on it.

Below the stone platform, corpses lay scattered haphazardly. The corpses were all dark-skinned, dressed in rough clothing, and their distorted faces were frozen in pain and fear.

A dozen or so men in combat gear knelt and prayed below the stone platform, with the white man, Stinger, leading them, chanting prayers in his own language.

The others joined in the chanting, though they spoke different languages. Most of them spoke the traditional language of the Alliance, but their pronunciation was somewhat strange.

Poison Sting recited the incantation several times, but did not sense any divine power descending, and he was slightly disappointed.

He killed nearly a hundred people at once, yet he still didn't receive divine power. This was mainly because the sacrificial ritual was too simple and lacked a spirit to guide divine power.

Poison Sting put away the three-edged dagger on the stone platform. He had intended to enhance the power of the dagger through killing, but he failed, and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

With his light green eyes, Poison Sting looked at Scarface, his deputy, and said, "Take some men and search the area to see if there's anything valuable."

"We need to get out of here as soon as possible."

Stinger's Alliance language was very stiff, but fortunately, communication wasn't a problem, and Scar was already used to it.

Scarface was a dark-skinned, burly man with a long scar on his face, which made him look ugly and fierce.

As one of the few samurai among the locals, Scar was skilled in combat and very obedient to orders, which was what Sting was most satisfied with.

As for Scar's lust, greed, and bloodthirstiness, those are nothing.

His mission was to wreak havoc on the archipelago, and he needed someone like Scarface. As for his other men, most were mercenaries, and some were villains from diverse backgrounds who had been forced to join his team.

Stinger didn't care what these people really thought; as long as they obeyed orders, nothing else mattered.

A bunch of noobs, mostly intermediate martial artists. They wouldn't even be big enough for him to squeeze with one hand if they were all piled up.

Scarface didn't want to leave so soon. He said, "There's fresh water and some food here. We can rest for a couple of days."

The speedboat they were on was very small; more than a dozen people couldn't even stretch their legs out in the cabin, and it was extremely bumpy.

He'd rather lie next to a pile of corpses for days than get on a speedboat.

Sting glanced coldly at Scarface, a chilling glint in his light green eyes. He said in a deep voice, "Things have been up lately. Several teams have gone missing and can't be contacted."

Scarface felt uneasy under Poison Sting's gaze, but he still didn't want to leave. He said in a low voice, "Boss, the brothers are all tired. Let's rest for a day..."

"Idiot." Sting was getting impatient with Scarface's slack attitude.

The Dongwei Island authorities are currently cracking down on the Scorpion Cult. It's rumored that a Martial Saint is stationed on Dongwei Island, so the Alliance will definitely take action against the archipelago as well.

He heard that the Federation would be sending an envoy soon, and before that, he wanted to cause as much trouble as possible and put pressure on Dongwei Island.

Sting thought the order was incredibly stupid. Although there were some Alliance residents in the archipelago, they were mostly fugitives and followers of the Demon God. Normal people wouldn't come to the archipelago to live permanently.

They're causing trouble in the archipelago, but the Alliance doesn't care... It's just that those above don't listen to the opinions of those below; they just issue orders based on their own assumptions.

Poison Sting was also feeling aggrieved. As a dignified fourth-level martial artist, he had to run to this godforsaken place to do bad things, and the worst part was that he couldn't get anything. At most, he could only collect some human heads as a blood sacrifice.

Due to various limitations, blood sacrifice fails eight out of ten times.

Over the years, countless people have been killed, yet the divine power gained has been minimal.

Sting just wanted to get out of this hellhole as soon as possible; losing contact with the other teams made him uneasy.

Only level seven martial artists can fly for extended periods. Level six martial artists cannot fly very far even with the aid of external objects; they are only safe when they return to the vast ocean.

His subordinates, however, didn't want to leave because they were lazy, which made Poison Sting a little unbearable.

He was about to teach Scarface a lesson when he suddenly heard a gunshot.

Hearing the commotion, many pirates grabbed their weapons and rushed out.

"Someone is approaching. Kill him!"

Scarface yelled from outside, followed by a burst of gunfire.

Scarface yelled again, "Oh no! It's a martial arts master! Run!"

Poison Sting was startled. A martial artist had arrived? He was also a martial artist, wearing thorn armor, and his three-edged dagger was enhanced with divine power, making it extremely powerful.

An ordinary martial artist could not withstand a single blow from him! However, the other teams were led by his companions, each with their own unique skills, no less than his. Thinking this, Poison Sting activated his Thorn Armor without hesitation and turned to flee.

The black thorn armor fits the body perfectly, with a matte black finish that gives it a very high-quality look. It stands out starkly against the surrounding primitive environment and the pirates firing wildly.

Scarface, who had turned and run back, saw Stinger in his exquisite armor. He assumed Stinger was going to engage in battle, and his eyes lit up with excitement: "Boss!"

Poison Sting didn't even glance at Scarface. He channeled his inner energy and leaped lightly over the rough wooden hut, disappearing in an instant.

Scarface's ugly face was full of astonishment. He had been following Poison Sting for several years. Poison Sting had always been cunning and ruthless, and had killed countless people.

Why did you run away before even making a move today?
Scarface was a little slow to react, but he still instinctively followed Stinger.

He didn't have the nimble speed of a venomous stinger, but he leaped over the fence and hurried forward.

After Gao Wu entered the village, he saw a large number of corpses piled up in the center. He had seen many such scenes in the past few days, and he still wanted to sigh.

The people killed were mostly followers of the demon god. It's hard for any normal person to accept that people are killing each other like this.

He saw Scarface's rapidly receding figure, and even caught a glimpse of the armored figure speeding ahead.

Gao Wu didn't rush to chase after them. He wanted to see where the two could run to, and it would be even better if they had accomplices.

The black statue on the stone platform caught his eye; he had seen the same statue several times during the days he was chasing the pirates.

According to the Alliance, he's called the Flying Whale King, a somewhat peculiar title. For some reason, the Alliance always adds the word "King" to the titles of demon gods to indicate their special status.

The Flying Whale King is said to rule the seas and has many followers in the Federation of Gods. In particular, sailors, fishermen, and pirates—those who make their living at sea—greatly worship this demon god.

Gao Wu didn't see any divine power aura on the statue. He casually blasted the statue to pieces with a single shot, and then sped up to catch up with the pirates ahead.

As Scarface ran, he turned around and saw the expert in dark red armor rapidly approaching. He was so scared he almost wet himself.

Scarface shouted urgently, "Boss, wait for me!"

With a bang, Scarface's head exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and his cries came to an abrupt end.

The Poisonous Thorn, riding the energy of its source power, didn't look back at all. It didn't care who was chasing it; all it wanted now was to get away from this place.

A dark red light suddenly flashed before Sting's eyes. Before he could react, a figure in dark red armor had appeared in front of him.

Poison Sting was horrified. How could this person be so fast, and so almost silently when he parted the air?

Looking at the opponent's dark red armor, its tough metallic mechanical style, sharp lines, and beautiful design, along with the faceplate resembling a stack of hundreds of hexagonal eyes, made it both mysterious and cold.

Just by looking at their armor, it's clear that it's extremely high-level, obviously in the style of the Alliance armor, and they must be a strong member of the Alliance.

Sting touched the blade but didn't dare to make a move. He raised his hands and shouted, "I'm a security guard from the Federal White Horn Freight Company. I have my credentials. Don't kill me!"

He had already sent out an emergency distress signal. But with the vast ocean and hundreds of islands, getting help would require incredible luck.

Regardless, he had to try. Before that, he needed to stall for time as much as possible.

A cold smile appeared on Gao Wu's face, but it was hidden by his scarlet eyes.

He coldly replied, "You're a security guard, why are you massacring the island's residents?"

"I don't know, I didn't do it. I just rushed over after hearing the news and found that everyone had been killed."

Knowing that his men had all been killed by the enemy, Stinger would now try to absolve himself of all responsibility.

Gao Wu knew that the other party was making excuses. It was not difficult to collect evidence in this kind of case. The other party would definitely have left a lot of traces when committing the crime.

There was no need for that; he could see a thick black aura on Stinger's body, and this person was in cahoots with that group of pirates, so no amount of washing would help.

Gao Wu loathed this kind of person. He said, "Did you call for help?"

Poison Sting was a little confused by Gao Wu's meaning. He said somewhat uneasily, "Don't do anything rash. Our company belongs to Her Highness Venus. If something happens to me, it will damage the relationship between our two countries."

"Hehe..." Gao Wu couldn't help but laugh. He raised the Crimson Flame Thunder Eagle and said, "Since you've put it that way, I really want to test your strength and see how much damage you can cause to the relations between the two countries!"

Before Sting could explain, Gao Wu had already fired. Sting could clearly see the muzzle flash, and he felt that the Thorn Armor was enough to withstand pistol fire, but fearing that the other party might have some trick up his sleeve, he activated his Source Field for protection.

The bullet, gleaming with a platinum-gold light, pierced through the air and the Stinger's energy field, penetrating the Thorn Armor helmet and exploding into Stinger's head.

Gao Wu curled his lip in disdain. The bullet, imbued with the fourfold divine weapon spell, had killed a level six grandmaster. Killing a mere martial artist was nothing.

At such close range, even if Stinger wanted to dodge, it wouldn't be able to; the bullets were too fast.

With the death of Poison Sting, the Book of Immeasurable Merit instantly gained tens of millions of merits. Adding to the pirates just killed, the total merits amounted to over twenty million.

Including the nearly one hundred pirates he's killed in the past few days, his total merit points have now reached over seven hundred million...

The most important factor was the promotion of the video through the alliance, which generated a lot of merit. However, it's almost reached its limit.

There are still 300 million merits to accumulate, but it's unclear when I'll be able to collect them all. Fortunately, these pirates are excellent sources of merit experience.

Gao Wu didn't rush to leave after killing Poison Sting. He wanted to wait there for a while, hoping that another big experience pack would come running over on its own!

After waiting for more than half an hour, just as Gao Wu was about to leave, he saw a black dot rapidly approaching in the distance...

He glanced at it with his Yin Spirit and it should be a level six. He was a little hesitant but also a little excited. This was a level six who was completely unharmed, which was a great challenge!

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