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

Zhang Erhe has become stronger.

Although Song Gua wanted to fight him one-on-one to kill him and get the nine boxes of resentful stones from his backpack, it was obviously not easy.

Black Horse and Golden Tiger could also see that Zhang Erhe was much stronger than before.

So the two of them didn't listen to Song Gua and leave obediently, but stayed to help.

Before they clashed again, Zhang Erhe shouted at Michelle and the others.

"Stop playing around, everyone! Show us your real skills! If this drags on any longer, things might get out of hand!"

As it flapped its wings, flying wildly through the air amidst the attacks of the cloud sheep and the red ox, occasionally plucking a feather from its back and tossing it at the two, Michelle shrugged upon hearing this.

"Oh~ I'd like to see what skills this generation of the Twelve Heavenly Kings has. Since Commander Zhang has given the order, I have no choice but to obey on the battlefield."

He removed the white wings from Michelle's back.

This was originally a piece of equipment.

But it's not just equipment, it's a divine treasure!

After circling her body several times, the white wings suddenly bloomed, transforming into four pairs of angel wings that reattached to Michelle's back.

Michel was instantly radiant with divine light, and with his elegant smile, he looked absolutely divine.

The red ox and the cloud sheep looked solemn.

"Red Ox, be careful, they've been possessed by a god."

"Hahaha! Yunyang! Step back a bit, I'll take the hit for you. Find a chance to give him a good 'death,' let him know how profound and complex our Chinese characters are!"

The so-called "divine possession" refers to a special operation in which a divine transformation professional uses a divine treasure to undergo a transformation of their talents, skills, and attributes.

It is a technique that can only be performed by someone with a divine treasure.

Possessing a deity grants the deity immense power, significantly increasing combat strength in battle.

But there is a price to pay.

During the duration of the Divine Infusion, the Divine Transformation class's health bar will show "Injuries".

An injury, in this context, means that your maximum health has been reduced.

For example, if you originally have 100 health points, after inflicting 20 injuries, your maximum health points become 80, and no amount of healing can restore those 20 injuries.

However, there are special potions or items that can restore these 20 injuries.

However, these items will become ineffective during the period of being imbued with a deity.

This also means that after being possessed by a god, the divine-transformed professional must end the battle as soon as possible, otherwise, if the injuries become too severe, they will be easily killed by the enemy.

Wade tossed aside his cigar and began to mutter curses under his breath.

"You need to invoke a god to fight a bunch of rebels? Zhang Erhe, you must be scared by bandits."

After the Nine Divine Transformations completed their divine possession, the high-end combat battlefield in the sky clearly tilted in favor of the Federation.

The Twelve Heavenly Kings of the Resistance were repeatedly defeated and forced to retreat.

Even with their advanced technology, the six Avengers leaders were completely overwhelmed by the God-Transformation attack, and two of them were torn to pieces on the spot, along with their machines.

Miss Butterfly's GD-660 was firing at full power to cover her allies, but she was relentlessly pursued by a goddess named Caitlin.

The latter's actions caused a sky full of interfering electromagnetic waves, indicating that her talent was similar to that of Magnet Brother, possessing physical characteristics.

GD-660 was able to barely evade Caitlin's attacks thanks to technologies such as spatial folding and force field jumps.

But throughout the cockpit, red alerts were constantly being triggered.

"Core overheating! Core overheating! Core overheating!"

Making a giant machine, tens of meters tall, leap from one place to another looks cool, but the energy consumption is also terrifying.

If the heat cannot dissipate in time, it may even spontaneously combust if it overheats.

Miss Butterfly frowned and pressed the button on her earpiece.

"Bandits, have you reached Night Owl's side yet?"

"We're here!"

"Are we confident we can obtain the Lakeside Stele?"

"They're using self-destruction to clear a path, so it should be fine!"

Miss Butterfly: "..."

The god became too powerful after being possessed by another god.

If the Divine Stele remains uncaptured, Miss Butterfly intends to initiate a retreat plan.

But now that the bandits seem very confident, Miss Butterfly decides to continue fighting.

"Yunyang, it's time to show your trump card!"

Yun Yang was also struggling to hold on, with various characters rapidly appearing all over his body, as if he were writing a novel.

He was still hesitating.

While the spirit possession is powerful, it also constantly inflicts injuries.

If we can hold out for a certain period of time, these unpredictable twists will eventually backfire and cause us to collapse.

Should we use the second move?

Just as the scales of victory were tipping in favor of the Federation.

Suddenly, a new group of participants appeared from all directions.

There weren't many of them; at a glance, there were probably only a few hundred.

However, most of them looked strange, and some were surrounded by eerie mists and ghostly auras; in short, none of them looked normal.

"A phantom?"

Zhang Erhe was shocked.

This was an unexpected situation for him.

"The Illusionist!"

The rebel alliance was overjoyed.

This was also an unexpected situation for them.

But it's not hard to guess who the illusionist is targeting here.

The grudge stones left behind after the two thousand illusionists were killed were just here.

Now that the people of the Illusionary Realm have united, do we need to say who they want to kill?

really.

After the illusionists stormed into the main battlefield, they specifically targeted and killed members of the allied forces.

Although they were few in number, each of them was a formidable fighter.

After all, A-level is already comparable to Divine Transformation.

Grade B, Grade C, and Grade D roughly correspond to combat power levels 80, 70, and 60, respectively.

E and F are slightly less competitive, but the Allied Forces have many second-tier professionals. Big fish fight big fish, and small fish fight small fish.

The key point is that the people in the illusion don't use the abilities of the professional system.

The allied forces were caught off guard when those inexplicable forces unleashed their power.

In the distance, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and lightning flashed and thunder roared.

Above the clouds, a huge old man's face appeared.

"Federation! Bandits! Today, we, the people of this illusion, will wash away your blood on Dianjiang Mountain and slaughter you!"

He is Adolf, an S-class illusionist!

When the nine A-level Illusionists entered the arena to help the rebel alliance fight against the Federation's Divine Transformation, the two sides became evenly matched.

With Adolf, an S-class illusionist, in charge, the Federation is bound to lose if he makes a move.

Zhang Erhe is already seeking help.

"Beihai! Notify the backup forces to come immediately! Use the Spirit-Slaying Teleportation Array!"

Upon seeing the illusionary figure, Song Gua burst into laughter.

"Haha! Illusionist! Great! There's an unexpected bonus!"

The situation of this war can be basically summarized as follows.

Bandits: "Federalists, get out of here! The Resentment Stone is ours!!"

Federation: "Illusionists?! Watch out, the Illusionists have joined the war!!"

The illusionist: "Bandits! Federation! Prepare to die!!"

Bandits: "Federalists, get out of here! The Illusionists are ours!!"

There are actually ten A-level illusionists.

Only nine joined the aerial battle because the tenth was a nightmare that had no combat power in reality.

The nightmare transformed into a dark shadow, flitting about near the battlefield.

He was looking for people who were critically injured and dying, people who were basically in a semi-conscious state, so that he could take the opportunity to enter their dream world.

"Damn it, the fight is so brutal, you're either alive or dead."

Suddenly, the nightmare demon, using his ability to create illusions, smelled the scent of dreams.

"Is someone sleeping on the battlefield?"