The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

"Oh, this..."

The onlookers were stunned.

Just moments ago, he was an arrogant and powerful leader of the first cult, now he was nothing but a pile of minced meat.

There is no possibility of a reversal.

Because this guy isn't a professional.

If you're dead, you're dead.

Although this fighter jet looks like something from the heavens.

But everyone knows that the people inside are definitely not from heaven.

Since the celestial beings had just protected the dwarf cult leader, there was no reason for them to turn around and kill him.

Moreover, even if you're going to kill someone, there's no need to do it in such a ridiculous way, is there?

"Who is it? How dare they? Don't they respect the celestial beings?"

With their leader dead, a group of cult members who had disembarked from the ship surrounded the fighter jet and began shouting insults at it.

"Get down!"

"Look what you've done!"

"Sinners! You will be punished! You caused the death of our leader, you will surely go to hell!"

"Come out here! You cowards! Don't think we're afraid of you just because you're professionals!"

The hatch of the Tangma aircraft opened.

Four bandits poked their heads out from inside.

"Wow, so many people came to pick us up at the airport?"

"The rebels are making quite a big fuss, I'm almost embarrassed."

Hello everyone!

They were bandits at first glance.

The rebel forces all took a step back, then, after thinking for a moment, took another ten steps back. In short, they wanted to stay away from these humanoid nuclear bombs.

The cult members who had been shouting incessantly all shut up after seeing that they were bandits.

Monkey King jumped off Tangma's plane and asked the people who were picking him up.

"What were you shouting just now? The soundproofing in there is too good, I couldn't hear you clearly."

Followers of Wan Gong, of all skin colors, shook their heads and waved their hands.

"It's nothing, it's nothing."

"We are welcoming the bandits. May God bless you. Amitabha."

"Yes, yes, I'd be willing to go to hell if I could see the Bandit King."

The Song hexagram then jumped down.

He's currently wearing a dice-shaped headgear, which is considered one of his classic skins.

"Miss Butterfly?"

As soon as Song Gua landed, he noticed Miss Butterfly, who was wearing a flight armor set, in mid-air.

Miss Butterfly landed on the wing of the Tangma aircraft and glanced at the pile of flesh beneath the fuselage.

"Bandits, you've caused me a lot of trouble as soon as you arrived."

Song Gua had an innocent expression on his face.

"What?"

"When your plane landed, it crushed and killed a man, who was the leader of the Wan Gong Sect."

"Huh? Is that so?"

We did see people, but your plane's AI analyzed the situation and determined that this was the most suitable place to land.

So we've already fallen behind quite a bit, giving them time to run ahead.

I saw those beautiful women in swimsuits definitely ran away; where is everyone else?

"Fine, if they're crushed to death, they're crushed to death. I'll make them choose a new leader."

Song Gua muttered to himself.

"The plane landed and they still didn't run? Are there really people this stupid? How can such an idiot become a cult leader? What kind of crappy organizations does Miss Butterfly support..."

Miss Butterfly: "Could you please keep your voice down when you're talking badly about me?"

Just then, a whooshing sound came from the horizon.

A man flew in from the center of the island—a burly man with a rooster-like haircut, flying on a cannon barrel.

"Hahaha! The bandits have arrived! I knew it was you! I could smell you from miles away!"

Monkey King quickly pressed down his headgear and turned to try to crawl into the fighter jet.

Goodbye.

Song Gua pulled him back.

"For the organization."

Monkey King: "..."

The red bull, like a human cannonball, crashed directly onto the sand on the shore, kicking up a large cloud of yellow sand.

"Heroes, the castle is ready. If the leaders from all sides have arrived, please move to the castle in the middle of the island to rest!"

The first plenary meeting of the Anti-Star Project will be held promptly at 8:00 AM tomorrow!

There are limited rooms in the castle; each faction can only accommodate a maximum of five people.

The various groups of people haven't all arrived yet.

For example, those guys from the Black Bear Gang and the Poison Dragon Gang, their leaders haven't arrived yet.

But they'll all be here soon, at the latest tonight.

After giving the instructions, Red Ox rubbed his hands together and came to Monkey King's side with a grin.

"Hehe, little cutie, I've prepared a large, private room for you, fully equipped, comparable to a five-star hotel!"

Monkey King quickly hid next to Song Gua, placing Song Gua between himself and Red Ox.

"Stop right there! I'm the Monkey King, I like to sleep under the open sky and on the ground. No matter how big your crappy room is, I'm not going there! You three, go ahead, don't worry about me!"

Red Ox was taken aback.

"You want to be alone with me outside?"

Monkey King: "Ah!!!"

Song Gua patted Monkey King.

"For the organization."

Huozi was excited.

"Red Bull, give me the room where I'll get rich! Hahaha! I love staying in a single room!"

Only after the four bandits left did all the wanted criminals and cult members in the room breathe a sigh of relief.

"They're bandits, huh? They're certainly unique!"

"That outfit is way cooler than the tattoos on our Poison Dragon Gang's arms!"

"Was that guy with the dice-shaped headgear their boss? The one with the billion-dollar bounty!"

"Dice are nothing. The truly formidable bandit is Dongfeng. His bounty is higher than dice—it's two billion!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah! I know him! He shattered Shenzhuan with a single sword strike! He's fucking invincible!"

"With bandits joining our operation, what's the Federation even doing? We've already won! Hahaha!"

The various allied forces of the Federation are converging on Dianjiang Mountain, preparing to execute Project Star, which aims to create hundreds or thousands of pseudo-spiritual beings who are loyal to the Federation and fight for it.

Meanwhile, the various rebels of the Blue Star Federation gathered on Burnett Island to discuss important matters and prepare to launch the Anti-Star Project, thwarting the Federation's plan to acquire more pseudo-spiritual beings.

however.

at the same time.

In a hidden, damp, and dark cave on Earth.

Another meeting is underway.

"Is everyone here?"

A voice echoed from inside the cave, but no one could be seen.

The term "people" is not quite accurate when referring to the "people" in the cave.

Indeed, some of them are similar to humans, or even indistinguishable.

But most of them look strange.

There are half-human, half-beast creatures, creatures with arms and legs that are the opposite of humans, creatures with tentacles but no legs, and creatures with only a large head and a body...

A wide variety of things.

Because these people aren't human; they're illusionists.

A projection appeared on one of the cave walls.

The image projected onto the screen was of an elderly face.

His face was rugged like ravines, with white hair and a white beard, and a pair of bright blue eyes.

"Ladies and gentlemen, according to the definition given to us by humans, I am Adolf, from the S-class illusion, the Western magical world."

At this moment, whether you are a low-level F or a high-level A, the fact that we can sit together today is already a huge success.

The people in the illusionary world inside the cave looked at each other.

The wariness between them remains very strong.

The projection of Adolf on the wall continued.

"Please set aside your desire for each other's source power for now. I know that the ultimate goal of each of us is to revive our own world."

But look at the situation now.

Under the dual pursuit of bandits and the federal government, the rest of us are basically all in this cave.

If we continue to fight alone, the final result will inevitably be that we will all be wiped out.

Therefore, we must unite and seize humanity's source of power first.

Finally, let's have a final battle!

A cold laugh echoed from inside the cave, spoken by a figure from the illusionary realm.

"Adolf, you've got a really good plan."

Within the four S-level illusions.

The Sword Immortal of the Eastern Immortal Cultivation World is a man who does not concern himself with worldly affairs.

The mythological world has not yet turned into a dream world.

A madman has emerged from the Great Nuo World, and we don't know where he's going crazy now.

You are the only S-rank illusionist actively vying for source power.

You want to use us to fight against humanity, and then turn on us in the end. Who can defeat you?