Those who reincarnate must die.

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"I see." Savoring the flower-shaped brain matter, Okalis read the memories within.

"The Shen Clan only sent three altars, but one of the very strong newcomers went out on an adventure alone. Could the problem lie with this newcomer? He brought a level 5 weapon? But even so, how did he manage to attack different altars on several continents almost simultaneously? Moreover, the probability of obtaining a level 5 weapon is not high, and its circulation is also rare. How could a newcomer have so many? Are there other Shen Clan members in this world?"

Even after reading the flower-shaped memories, Okalis still had many mysteries unsolved.

"It seems we can only get more information by finding that newbie's teammates. Let's take over that underground city first, and while we're at it, wipe out the remaining hairless monkeys!"

As he spoke, Okalis licked the brain matter stuck to his lips and flicked his tail.

The other Si tribes received the signal and began to massacre the Shen tribes they had already brought under their control.

Leave no one alive!

Just as his teammates were being killed one by one, Ikeda Matsu, the leader of the altar, had already used his invisibility technique to escape several miles away. He then revealed himself, took out a card from his pocket, conjured a motorcycle, and rode it all the way towards the underground city.

"The Si Clan has gone mad! They even sent the First Altar! This damned mission is completely unfair; this kind of enemy is simply beyond our capabilities!"

Cursing the injustice of the altar in his heart, Ikeda Matsu suddenly noticed a group of reincarnators blocking his way. Startled, he quickly swerved and braked. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was the nineteenth altar of the Shen tribe.

"Ikeda Matsu?" Altar Nineteen also noticed the motorcycle. Francis stepped forward and asked, "What are you doing here? Where are your teammates?"

"Don't come any closer!" Ikeda Matsu remained vigilant, his motorcycle suddenly transforming into a suit of combat armor that automatically donned over him, its cannons aimed at Francis: "Are you the real person, or a member of the Si tribe in disguise?"

After what just happened, he no longer trusts anyone.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Francis's eyes lit up. "You've already encountered the Si tribe? Where?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Prove you're Francis first!" Ikeda Matsu's hand was already on the trigger.

"How do you expect me to prove that?" Francis shrugged.

"Appearances can be faked, but skills can't!" Recalling the scenes of those mannequins being easily defeated, Ikeda Matsu gritted his teeth and said, "Francis's signature move, Dimensional Slicing!"

Upon hearing this, Francis frowned, but then sighed, raised a finger, and a purple light shone from the fingertip.

With a flick of the wrist, a faint spatial rift appeared where the purple light passed, spreading out and splitting everything it touched in two, leaving no one unscathed!

Such destructive power is a unique skill: Dimensional Slicing!

Upon seeing this move, Ikeda Matsu finally felt relieved, put away his weapon, and a sad expression appeared on his face.

"I saw the Si tribe, but I don't know how many of my teammates escaped."

"What exactly happened?" The people from Altar Number Nineteen gathered around and asked with concern.

Ikeda Matsu sighed and recounted his encounter with the Si clan.

"The First Altar is here too?" Francis was also taken aback. "What about the old snake Sith?"

"I didn't see him," Ikeda Matsu shook his head. "I heard that Sith is in seclusion, so he shouldn't be here."

"Okalis is troublesome enough," Francis said, his brow furrowed. "Even if it were the top ten sect leaders, they might not be a match for him!"

"However, he's already been infected by my psionic parasite. Even if he doesn't die, he should be temporarily incapacitated!"

"But there's still the Ninth Altar," Francis's eyes darted around. "Oh no, let's get back to the dungeon!" With that, he ordered the group to prepare to turn around.

"What's wrong?" Ikeda Matsu asked, puzzled.

"Okalis has a disgusting ability: he can read memories by eating brains!" Francis said gravely. "Now, the location of the dungeon has been exposed!"

"We've been exposed?" Seeing that the Nineteenth Altar had already begun packing up, Ikeda Matsu's expression was uncertain.

"What's wrong?" Francis noticed his unusual behavior.

Ikeda Matsu hesitated for a moment, then said, "Those are, after all, two high-ranking altars of the Si clan. All of us, plus those useless fools at Altar Number Twelve, would struggle to even deal with one of them. Even if we went back, it would be futile; we might even lose our lives!"

Francis frowned. "You want to abandon the main quest?"

"It's just a mission," Ikeda Matsu muttered. "We've already been exposed. Even if we can hold out this time, once we leave, the other members of the Si clan will come, and the dungeon will still fall. This world is clearly already mostly occupied by the Si clan. There's no point in us struggling here anymore. We might as well preserve our strength!"

"Bullshit!" Francis, usually so amiable, swore.

"Do you know what losing a world means for the Shen Clan?" The old man's beard trembled with anger. "Each world represents a huge amount of control value. If the control value drops to a certain level, and the Shen Clan's control over parallel worlds becomes too weak, it means that other races can freely enter our world, and might even enter the main world! At that point, it won't just be a matter of one or two missions; the entire human race could be threatened!"

"It's not like one more world makes a difference," Ikeda Matsu insisted.

"You know nothing!" Francis retorted. "The control values ​​of the lower five clans have been constantly plundered by the higher races, and they're basically on the verge of collapse! As far as I know, until the end of the last mission cycle, our remaining control values ​​could only withstand the loss of three worlds. Can you guarantee that this cycle will only involve the loss of one world?"

"Moreover, the collapse of control values ​​can happen in an instant. Once the warning line is breached, it means that even intact worlds will be invaded by other races. At that time, the speed at which the world falls will be greatly accelerated. It is estimated that the main world will be in danger in less than half a year!"

"Of course I understand all that!" Ikeda Matsu said, pulling at his hair. "But now..."

"There are no 'buts'!" Francis's troops had finished regrouping. "If you're afraid to die, then run away. We, the Nineteen Altars, will never back down!"

With that, Francis led his team around and headed towards the underground city.

Watching the departing figures of the Nineteenth Altar, Ikeda Matsu hesitated for a moment, then finally stamped his foot and left the dungeon.