Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary.

Chapter 649 The God of Destruction Who Regrets

"Salas, you really don't want to avenge him?" Han Tao's tone was sharp and cold.

"This question is meaningless!"

Platinum Bishop Salas patted his sleeves, the collar of his robe, bearing the insignia of the Spirit Hall bishops, reflecting the glory of a prosperous era.

He wiped his fingers, put away the "Outline for the Development of the Empire," and sighed slightly.

"God of Blue Silver, no matter how you ask me, I can only give you one answer."

"I cannot take revenge, nor should I."

"I don't even have the courage to raise my sword against you, nor do I have any thought of resisting. What meaning do my methods have in the face of absolute power?"

He continued speaking, while Han Tao kept staring at him.

A sharp, azure blade flickered between Han Tao's fingers. With just a slight pull of his will, this blade could traverse time and space, extinguishing Salas's life force.

Salas took two steps back.

"You want to kill me?"

"Just because you killed Sals, you fear my revenge, so you chose to kill me to eliminate any future threats?"

A flicker of fear crossed his eyes, cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and a multitude of guesses slipped out.

The illusion proves that he never harbored thoughts of revenge, but this was a helpless situation under the circumstances. If he were to gain power someday in the future, he would definitely choose revenge.

"Kill them."

"I don't want to accept that possibility, and I've seen too many lives lost. I won't mourn your death."

"As your son said, I have no compassion in my heart."

The sword flashed and struck, and Salas fell to the ground like a wheat field cut by the wind.

Blood splattered, staining the white marble floor of the Martial Soul Empire's central square red.

"not good."

"The Platinum Archbishop is dead!"

The guards outside screamed in horror upon seeing this.

In a panic, she ran off into the distance to relay information to the other high-ranking members of the Martial Soul Empire. Before long, Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong arrived one after the other.

Qian Renxue stretched out her golden wings and gently landed in front of Han Tao. She looked at the lifeless Platinum Bishop on the ground, then at Han Tao, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Han Tao, aren't you going to explain yourself?"

Behind Qian Renxue, Bibi Dong walked out holding a scepter.

Her posture was graceful and elegant, but a smile quietly crept onto her lips, as if she were waiting for Han Tao's answer.

"It's nothing, killing him is no big deal!"

"I don't think I need to explain myself, and I don't think you can ask me for reasons."

Han Tao looked at the two of them with a calm expression.

Qian Renxue's face stiffened, and Bibi Dong also fell silent. After the Spirit Empire completed the unification of Douluo Continent, it had entered an unprecedented period of glory. As the rulers of the empire, they were flattered and respected by millions of spirit masters and had not been disobeyed for a very long time.

"Well"

A clerk standing nearby, quite perceptive, offered an explanation on Han Tao's behalf.

"It all started in Notting City. Sals wanted to kill Xiao Chenyu, which angered Han Tao, who was subsequently killed."

"Then Salas wanted to avenge his son, but he was also killed by Han Tao."

Bibi Dong frowned and waved her hand.

Many soldiers stepped forward, gathered up the body of the Platinum Bishop, and cleaned up all traces.

The Martial Soul Empire, the high platform.

Qian Renxue brought Han Tao to the central authority of the empire, then created a token exclusive to the empire and handed it over.

"This is the token of the Spirit Empire. You can use it to command the Spirit Branch Hall."

Han Tao asked, "What's the significance?"

"No one can refuse me what I want to do, so why need this token to declare it?"

"This is different!"

The door was opened, and a kind, aged voice came from inside.

Qian Daoliu's body flickered gently as he passed through the long corridor and lit a candle symbolizing the church at the center of the high platform.

"In the past two days, Ghost Douluo and Platinum Bishop Salas have been killed by you one after another. As the strongest being in the Douluo plane, your actions have attracted the attention of many people."

Han Tao frowned. "What do you mean?"

Qian Daoliu still smiled, "This will make other forces suspect that you have had a conflict with our Spirit Empire. This will affect the Spirit Empire's rule."

"If you act using tokens, you can also get the desired result. The Spirit Empire will help you achieve your goal."

"I sincerely hope that the matter of Bishop Salas will not create a rift between us and affect our cooperation."

Upon hearing this, Han Tao was taken aback.

I finally understand that all their emphasis was simply to remind themselves of the "power of faith" they had once traded.

"Alright."

"I now entrust you with one-tenth of the Blue Silver Clan's faith power!"

The blue-silver scepter materialized out of thin air and was waved across the room with a simple gesture.

The vast faiths found in the Star Dou Great Forest, the City of Slaughter, the Starry Sky Secret Realm, and the Blue Silver Realm were placed on a gem by Han Tao and handed over to Qian Daoliu.

Thank you!

Qian Renxue blinked gently. "This is very important to me, thank you so much!!"

She received the faith gem of the Blue Silver Clan from her grandfather, and from then on, she would be able to use the faith of the Blue Silver Clan to try to break through to the next level.

"By the way, there's some additional information from the God Realm."

Han Tao asked with a flicker of curiosity, "What intelligence?"

Qian Renxue took out a paper sheet with page numbers, which contained information from the divine realm.

"Derived from the Goddess of Life and Ye Lingling, it is an evolutionary sequence of life from the Nine-Heart Begonia."

"Life Heart with a strength of 1.5".

Han Tao took the book and opened it to the contents.

The notes bear Ye Lingling's unique handwriting style, a rather rigorous recording method, and also contain some slightly strange annotations from the Goddess of Life.

"Oh"

"The Goddess of Life, a deity who has lived for tens of thousands of years, has such ugly handwriting!"

Han Tao pursed his lips and made a slightly sarcastic remark.

"Hmph, heartless and ungrateful!"

Inside the Divine Observatory, the Goddess of Life suddenly raised her head, her expression flashing with anger.

"I kindly gave him the materials, and Han Tao actually complained that my handwriting was ugly? Ye Lingling, you be the judge, is my handwriting ugly or not?"

Ye Lingling looked innocently at the Goddess of Life.

Looking at his own handwriting, and then at the Goddess of Life's, he said insincerely, "Goddess of Life, your handwriting contains a unique beauty, a beauty that comes from the sedimentation of ten thousand years. Han Tao has not reached this level."

"Hahaha," the goddess of life suddenly laughed.

"You're right. My handwriting contains a kind of beauty, a very sophisticated beauty that Han Tao can't comprehend."

"Have the Kind God King and the Evil God King returned?"

As she laughed, the goddess of life suddenly spoke up and asked a question.

The attendant from the divine realm respectfully stepped forward and reported the information to the Goddess of Life: "The Kind God King has returned to the divine realm, the Asura God King is dead, and the Evil God King is trapped in the Netherworld by the Lord of Life, awaiting Han Tao's next instructions."

"Um"

The God of Destruction walked to the Goddess of Life's side. "The final evolution of the Nine-Heart Begonia, the Life Lotus Heart of Strength 1.5, was just handed over to Han Tao so simply?"

"Is there a problem?"

The goddess of life glanced at her suspiciously.

"Of course there's a problem!" the God of Destruction answered decisively. "Last time, I gave Han Tao the evolutionary sequence of the Destruction Furnace to complete a deal and ensure our survival in the Netherworld. How can something as important as the Lotus Heart of Life be given to Han Tao for no reason?"

"If Han Tao wants to obtain theories or other materials from us, he must offer something of equal value!"

The God of Destruction recounted in a firm voice.

The projection of consciousness instantly leaped to the lower realm, mobilizing the order of destruction to crush the pages in Han Tao's hand into dust.

(End of this chapter)