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

Adolf has been a dreamer for some time now.

Many of the divine-transformed professionals in charge of the chaos in the illusionary realm were hunting down Adolf.

Because he is too dangerous.

Fortunately, Adolf knew how to keep things in check. He only stole the source power from other illusionists or human beings who had undergone metamorphosis, unlike the fat woman who controlled beasts, who would cause big trouble in the city.

So they always came and went like the wind, running away as soon as they got what they wanted, leaving the judges to search for them desperately.

This S-rank illusionist, being the only one among the three S-ranks who have appeared so far to actively compete for source power, has been reported on by the Federation many times, so Song Gua also recognizes him.

"Insignificant human, I see the pure, sun-like energy within you. Don't you know the purpose of us Illusionists? And you just stand before me like this?"

Adolf's face was formed by the arrangement and varying shades of dark clouds.

No one knows where Adolf's true form is at this moment.

The strange phenomena in the sky and that face were all just his magic.

Definitely.

He's a mage, very fragile, and will never show himself on the battlefield.

"Old man, I've come to ask you for a collaboration!"

"Insignificant human, you want to cooperate with me? What makes you think you have the right to cooperate with me?"

Song Gua had a flash of inspiration and tentatively asked.

"Hey, we have a service here. You can entrust us with your ideal of reviving the world, and then go and enjoy your retirement. Are you interested in learning more?"

The two stared at each other awkwardly for three seconds.

"Alright, I can tell you're not very interested. Let's change the subject. You're here for those two thousand Resentment Stones and Divine Steles in the Federation's hands, right?"

"Of course, this is a great undertaking for us, the people of the Illusionary Realm, to unite as one and face death without fear. This battle will determine whether our great cause will succeed!"

Adolf's level of understanding is still not good enough.

He also believes that the fact that he can gather enough source energy to revive his world on Earth means that he is still being controlled by resentment.

The fact that the Drunken Sword Immortal can manipulate resentment shows that he is stronger than Adolf.

This also shows that there are different levels among the S-class illusionists.

After all, the concepts of S-level, A-level, and B-level are defined by humans themselves, not some objectively existing standard.

"You haven't made a move much yet. Is it because you haven't found the Resentment Stone or the Divine Stele?"

After Adolf arrived, aside from casting a few lightning spells from the clouds, killing several thousand allied soldiers, he did nothing else.

He didn't get involved in the battle between the Divine Transformation Warriors.

Clearly, he did not want to disrupt the temporary balance of power.

If he sides with either side, the other side will win.

But all three parties need the Stone of Resentment Monument.

Adolf simply let the allied forces and the rebels' high-end combat power fight it out, while he went directly to find the Resentful Stone and the Divine Stele to launch a surprise attack on their base. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

"My magical sprites are already sweeping through this area; it's only a matter of time before they are found."

"Time is of the essence. The allied forces are already calling for reinforcements, and new judges will arrive soon. Even you, then, won't be able to fight them all."

The old face in the clouds frowned a few times.

"You want to trade information for my help, is that it?"

"It's easy to talk to smart people. After it's done, we'll split the profits fifty-fifty."

"Ha, insignificant human! I've got what I want, why should I share half with you? Not only will I not share with you, I'll also take away your source energy!"

Song Gua performed a position swap for him.

Adolf was visibly taken aback.

"Why did your source energy disappear for a moment?"

"I possess a magical power that allows me to dissipate my inner energy at any time, so don't even think about messing with me. Seizing the Allied Forces' resources is the real goal!"

"Alright, tell me quickly, where are those two thousand stones of resentment and the divine stele?"

Song Gua smiled confidently.

"I'll tell you where the Resentment Stone is first. Once we get our hands on it and split the profits, then I'll tell you where the Divine Stele is."

"Cunning humans! In this way, without the other half of the Resentment Stone, taking all the divine tablets would be meaningless!"

"So, how about a 50/50 profit split, so we can work seamlessly together?"

"Can!"

Song Gua pointed his gun at Zhang Erhe, who was beating up Heima and Jin Hu.

"The Resentment Stone is in his backpack. Kill him, and it will explode!"

Huozi and the others by the lake twitched at the corners of their mouths.

"An old thief is an old thief; you never know what he's thinking."

"We wanted him to bring Adolf over to drain the water, but he actually shifted the blame and told Adolf to kill Zhang Erhe."

"This Zhang Erhe, he really had the worst luck to offend that old thief."

Somewhere in the sky, Black Horse and Golden Tiger were being beaten until they vomited blood by Zhang Erhe, who was possessed by a god.

The two are now relying entirely on willpower to sustain the battle ahead.

"Damn it, the bandit dice have probably escaped."

"Hahaha! It's alright! It's just like our predecessors, dying on the battlefield!"

During the intense exchange, Black Horse and Golden Tiger took a moment to strike two-quarters of the pose of their four-person team: Horse, Tiger, Pig, and Rat.

The pigs and rats were fighting in another sky, and upon seeing this, they responded from afar.

Suddenly, I felt my fighting spirit return.

Zhang Erhe scoffed dismissively.

"Spirit Illusionists, in your cultivation of life-level evolution, you have chosen the wrong path, which is why you have failed today! Die!"

Zhang Erhe swung his sword in mid-air, the crimson light of the blade illuminating half the sky.

The powerful aura of death has already locked onto Ma and Hu.

They had no way to avoid this move!

Just then, a tornado rose from the ground and, in the blink of an eye, carried with it rocks, trees, allied forces, and rebels all over the mountains and fields, lifting them to an altitude of ten thousand meters.

And Zhang Erhe was right in the eye of the tornado.

"What?"

Zhang Erhe was stunned.

But he quickly realized that it was Adolf who had made the move.

"Isn't this guy planning to sit back and watch the show?"

Helpless, Zhang Erhe could only unleash his deadly attacks on Ma and Hu towards the tornadoes surrounding him.

"Whoosh—"

The blade sliced ​​through the tornado, and Zhang Erhe seized the opportunity to fly out from within.

Just as it emerged from the tornado, a thick, purple lightning bolt, several kilometers long, struck down precisely from the sky.

Zhang Erhe instinctively swung his knife to defend himself, but forgot that the knife was made of metal.

"Snap!!"

Lightning engulfed Zhang Erhe, blasting a terrifying crater over a hundred meters deep into the ground below. Faint wisps of smoke remained in the air after the lightning struck.

Ma and Hu were stunned.

"Holy crap, whose skill is that? It's incredibly powerful! Even the Divine Transformation of the Possessed God couldn't withstand it!"

"It doesn't seem like a professional skill; it doesn't display damage numbers."

"Is he a being from the illusion realm...? Adolf! That magician!"

The two turned their heads and, sure enough, saw the dark cloud that concealed Adolf's face drifting towards them.

Both of them were also very nervous.

After all, they and the Illusionists are competitors on this battlefield today.

Fortunately, Adolf's target remained Zhang Erhe, and he paid no attention to the two seriously injured rebel leaders.

Zhang Erhe slowly flew up from that big pit.

He is not dead yet.

The Pure Heaven Pagoda hovered behind him, and a faint golden protective shield appeared on his body.

Without the protection of a divine treasure, he would have surely died.