A chat group for a certain tower warlock

“Of course I don’t believe it!” Yarman slowly withdrew his hand and said with a sneer, “There wasn’t a single word of truth in that man’s mouth, including their background and everything else. It was all fake, but I still let them go to Terra.”

"why?"

“I want to see what they’re up to.” Yarman stood there watching, speaking calmly. He already had a hunch about the true identities of these people; the unique wristwatch and the indestructible protective shield stirred up vague memories in him.

If I'm not mistaken, their official name should be Reincarnators. They are lackeys of a mysterious being who came to his world to complete the mission assigned by that person.

Although it's unclear how the person behind the other party knows about his world, it's obvious that the other party covets his world, which is why they sent this team of reincarnators to investigate.

The other party's covetousness did indeed enrage him, so he decided not to kill these people for the time being, but to use them as bait to cause trouble, and to make them succeed in causing trouble, and then get what they wanted. Finally, when they left, he would expose the big fish behind them!

If it really is the giant sphere of light from his memory, then he has struck it rich this time. By devouring the entire sphere of light, Terra can usher in another leap forward!

Seeing the chilling smirk on Yarman's face, Mostima shrugged and said calmly, "Then go ahead and do it, but be careful, don't end up getting caught instead of fishing!"

“I know.” Yalman nodded seriously, then turned and left the transit station’s world level. He said earnestly, “This time, I will absolutely not let these people get away!”

What are you going to do?

“Of course we’ll join them! With their strength, they won’t even notice if I replace one of them! Let’s go, let’s go back to Canaan first!” Yarman said without turning his head, and then disappeared into the void.

"Alright, alright, let's talk again when we get back to Canaan."

The next second, the two appeared inside the Canaan Tower. Yarman stood by the sofa without moving. He looked at Mostima, and after she sat down, he walked over to her and lay down, resting his head on her lap.

“This is much more comfortable than standing and chatting.” Yarman shifted his body, adjusting to a comfortable position, then closed his eyes. He put his arm around Mostika and said, “Is there anything else?”

"There's another meeting tomorrow, have you forgotten?"

"Another meeting? Tsk, we shouldn't have scheduled the meeting every two weeks in the first place. Xiao Mo, could you change the time and postpone the meeting for a month?" Yarman leaned his head against her and said sullenly.

Hearing this, Mostima didn't know what to say. She said helplessly, "Don't even think about it, it's impossible! Even if I wanted to, they wouldn't agree. They love holding meetings these days."

“Yeah, you can get a subsidy of 780,000 trading points for just one meeting. I’d love that too!” Yarman slowly turned around and said helplessly.

After touring the entire starship, all the gods knew it was a great place. Their own divine emperor had piled up all sorts of miscellaneous things inside, and with various subsidies, they were pleasantly surprised to find that not only was it comfortable and varied to have fun on the starship, but it also cost very little money!

So now they all leave spatial portals directly inside the starship, running back and forth to the starship all day long. Leaving aside other places, the banquet hall, for example, has never had its lights turned off since it was established.

In less than half a year, this place consumed a full 10,000 tons of precious ingredients, including specialties from another world and experimental products of Yarman, all of which were extremely precious creatures.

Of course, various kinds of alcoholic beverages were also consumed, at least more than 5,000 tons were processed.

“What I was thinking was to bring this up at the meeting so that they would all pay attention to it. Don’t let you be the only one in charge of this. Now that you have a divine court, it’s natural for them to assist in its management!” Mostima gently stroked his head, grooming his golden-white fur.

“…That’s right, I shouldn’t be the one watching them, they should be the ones watching them. Whoever’s faith zone those people go to, that person is responsible for watching them!” Yarman thought for a moment and decided that was the way to go.

They spend all day in the banquet hall eating and drinking so much good food and drink, they should be given something to do!

Just as the two were discussing how to deal with those people, this group of reincarnators encountered trouble.

Watching the sorcerer opposite them, who was like a human walking turret, constantly unleashing bizarre spells at them and killing several newcomers, the old men fought with trepidation.

"Are you sure this is Ark Terra? I remember the Lord of Reincarnation was rated B+ world! Why are all the sorcerers so strong? We're about to be blown to bits!"

"Take another look at the watch. The rating has just been changed; it's now an SSS+ level world!"

"...Wow! We've been sent here! Our captain's strength rating is only A-, while everyone here is SSS+!"

"Shut up, all of you! Fight seriously, or you'll really die here!"

"Where am I?! Why is this sorcerer so powerful?"

"If I'm not mistaken... this should be Letania!"

"...Cook!" ×n

Chapter 244: It's just a 42% increase in meal allowance.

Dreamland, Emperor of Life, Conference Hall.

"That concludes the meeting agenda. Does anyone have any further questions?" Yalman slowly put down his pen, looking at the gods sitting before him. Seeing them all shake their heads, he waved his hand. "Then please leave as you see fit." With that, he began to pack his things.

After packing his things, Yarman was about to get up and leave when he saw several local Terran gods sitting upright in chairs. The leader, Lateran, was holding a document and staring at it without saying a word.

Seeing this, Yarman, who had just stood up, sat down again. Looking at the silent Lateran god beside him, he tentatively asked, "Um... Lateran, what's wrong with you?"

"Your Majesty, I've only come to confirm a few things with you." Lateran smiled gently, placed the documents in his hand in front of him, clasped his hands together, and asked calmly, "Regarding those outsiders, should we pay special attention to them?"

"Well... as long as they don't die, let them achieve their goal with difficulty." Yarman gently opened the document and said as he read. He didn't really care about that group of people; what he cared about was the entity behind them. The next Terra Soaring might be right there.

As he read the document in front of him, Yarman's expression grew increasingly strange. There were just too many flaws in the document, and he didn't know where to begin. First, there was the way the Lateran gods addressed him, referring to him as a representative of the Lateran pantheon. Second, there was the suggestion he made to increase his meal allowance.

First of all, this Lateran pantheon, which includes Lateran, Syracuse, parts of Victoria, parts of Colombia, and even parts of Rembiton, is understandable. But adding Iberia is absurd. Everyone knows your relationship with the Iberian Holy Lord, yet you forcibly drag people into the Lateran pantheon.

Do you think the Holy Lord of Iberia knows about your nonsensical writing?

Secondly, there's the issue of meal allowances. He simply can't understand how, with the subsidy already so high, you still have the audacity to submit a report requesting an increase of 43%—it's like you're just trying to freeload!

After reading the entire document, Yarman slowly put it down. He rubbed his eyes and looked at Lateran, "I really want to know, what was your mindset when you submitted this proposal?"

Sitting in his chair, Lateran God said matter-of-factly, “Your Majesty, it’s only increased by a mere 42%. The meal allowance wasn’t much to begin with, and all the specialties from other worlds are not included in the subsidy. The free drinks are just children’s beverages of the level of Letania dark beer, which is too low-grade.”

Looking at the Lateran God before him, Yarman remained silent for a long time before slowly closing the document and placing it aside. "I won't approve it. You've already consumed nearly 20,000 tons of wine and food in the past few months. For your enjoyment, the world has to spend an extra 40 million trading points every month."

"Can't you do something more practical? Go back to your little world, manage your followers properly, and take care of the Dreamland instead of just indulging in pleasure on the starship all day long?"

Seeing that Yarman was about to kick them all out as he spoke, Lateran immediately stood up. "Your Majesty's evaluation is absolutely insightful and spurs me on. I will certainly correct my mistakes." After saying this, he bowed to him and left with the other local gods of Terra.

Sitting in his chair, watching the departing Lateran god, Yarman shook his head helplessly. He looked at the document in his hand, pondered for a long time, and then casually put it aside, as if it didn't exist.

After tidying up the documents, he slowly stood up and walked towards the laboratory. He hadn't talked to Vegapunk for a long time and wondered how he was doing.

According to his proposal, it seems that a mysterious large project has reached a bottleneck and he needs to tackle it himself, so he won't have time to go out during this period.

Halfway there, he suddenly stopped. A mental clone appeared beside him. He looked at his avatar and said, "Go and possess a reincarnator, and monitor their actions."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" The avatar, Yarman, nodded and disappeared into thin air.

Then, Yarman arrived at the laboratory, pushed open the door, and went inside.

…………

The longsword flashed through the air, leaving a cold, clear line of light. In the despairing gaze of the Letanian sorcerer, it struck his bare neck directly, severing his head on the spot. The cut was as clean as the surface of water, and the severed carotid artery sprayed warm blood into the sky like a faucet.

The captain, holding the long sword, let out a long sigh. He was a little exhausted, so he stuck the sword into the ground to support himself and not fall down. Looking at the angry head not far away, his chest heaved like a blower, hot breaths came out of his mouth, and large beads of sweat dripped down, forming a small puddle.

After resting for a moment with his long sword, he straightened up as if he had used up all his strength and looked at the team members behind him. "Li Lin, go and see if there are any survivors. Try your best to save them, and give priority to the elderly."

"Yes, Captain." Li Lin nodded wearily and walked towards the Reincarnators lying on the ground not far away. His goal was clear: those who hadn't been torn apart by the sorcerer's spell.

As for those who were covered in mud or only half of their bodies remained, he could only say he felt sorry for them.

After checking several new recruits, he shook his head helplessly. It seemed that all the new recruits were dead, leaving only a few veterans. After further examination, he confirmed that most of the veterans were also dead.

The team, which originally consisted of nearly twenty people, is now down to seven, including him. What are they going to do next?

"Uh……"

"Huh? He's still alive!" Li Lin walked forward with delight and looked at the man lying on the ground, slightly trembling. He immediately went over to treat him.

Feeling the cool sensation on his chest and the rapid healing of his injuries, Yarman slowly opened his eyes and looked at Li Lin, who was kneeling on the ground, treating him with a look of surprise. "...I'm not dead?"

"You're lucky to be alive. It's good that you're a magic swordsman, with high magic resistance and a strong physique, otherwise you would be finished." Li Lin said happily, "But there's bad news: your armor is destroyed."

"It's alright, as long as they're alive." Yarman nodded calmly, having just finished reading the remaining information in his mind, which told him about the nightmare battle the squad had gone through and their situation.

As he expected, this team was indeed a standard reincarnation team, following the law of the jungle, with the captain having control over the vast majority of exchange points.

Within the team, the captain is the strongest, rated A-, and the bespectacled, frail-looking man is also rated A-. Li Lin is only rated B, while his original self was only rated B+.

"So, B+ is on the verge of becoming a Great Warrior, while A is at the level of a Great Wizard or Great Warrior." Yarman silently compared the levels in his mind, his gaze slowly turning to the watch on his wrist.

Looking at the watch that kept trying to send messages to contact the Lord of Reincarnation outside the world, Yarman's lips curled into a cold smile. In my world, do you think you can just send messages whenever you want?

After removing his wrecked armor, Yarman changed into a robe, familiarized himself with his frail body, and then looked at his "teammates" with a smile.

Please take good care of me on the rest of the journey!

Chapter 245: A Punch Pierces Through the Structure of a Mobile City

Gently pulling the hood over his head, Yarman picked up the longsword that had fallen to the side. He examined it, and after making sure it was alright, he sheathed it again, fastened it to his waist, and then looked at the squad in front of him.

Aside from him, the team consisted of seven people. The captain and the bespectacled, weak-looking intellectual were both Grand Wizards, while the rest were just a group of ordinary superhumans. Apart from their rather strange power systems, there was nothing else to pay attention to.

"The captain is a martial artist who has mastered internal energy, the think tank is an orthodox elemental wizard, Li Lin is actually a medical ninja, and the rest are a complete vampire, a mystical sniper, a telekinetic superpowered person, and a steel and diamond meat shield." Yarman murmured, recalling all the information about the group.

In addition, as for him, the magic swordsman, to be honest, he didn't quite understand the team's development direction. It seemed like everyone just did whatever made them happy and didn't care about the team's progress.

However... it's unrealistic to expect a breeding team to focus on the team's development.

Seeing that Yarman had recovered, the captain made no comment. He glanced at his watch and then at the distance. "We are now in Letania. The target of this mission is the port city on the southern route of Syracuse. We only have one week. Time is tight. We must set off immediately!"

After saying that, he looked at the think tank not far away and said, "Where are our space fighters? Bring them out!"

Without a word, the think tank took out the aerospace fighter from his spatial ring. He skillfully stepped forward, opened the hatch, and walked towards the cockpit. Originally, he wasn't required to pilot it, but unfortunately, the pilot was dead.

It's unrealistic to expect those roughnecks to pilot the space fighter. Even if they wanted to, he wouldn't allow it. There are only eight of them left, and if the plane crashes, they'll probably all be wiped out.

Following the captain onto the fighter jet, Yarman walked to a corner and sat down, holding his longsword and starting to check his watch. He still hadn't seen what the mission was, only a guess.

“The southern port city of Syracuse, isn’t that New Sicily?” Yarman muttered to himself as he sat in the corner. What was so great about that place? After the war, it had nothing left. Even the mobile city was still under reconstruction, and the entire wasteland had been polluted by the power of the Black Pharaoh.

Looking at the information on his watch, Yarman read in a low voice with some surprise: "Seize the Originium corpse of the god buried at the bottom of the core urban area of ​​New Sicily City—the King of Light; seize the immortal god corpse of the god buried ten kilometers outside New Sicily City—the Black Pharaoh."

"Optional missions: Retrieve the corpse of the Time Inspector buried in various parts of New Sicily (0/5); Go to Canaan and retrieve the Terra Emperor's manuscript of the Terra Biology Book; Go to the Dreamlands, the location of the Terra Court, and retrieve the Terra Emperor's Dreamlands architectural design blueprints."

"The Originium corpse of the King of Light... Who is the King of Light?" Yarman murmured as he sat in the corner. In that battle, only he, Mostima, and the Black Pharaoh participated; no one else called him the King of Light.

Suddenly, a voice came from the cockpit. The think tank pilot calmly said while piloting the fighter jet, "The Light King is the god of light who fought against the Black Pharaoh, as mentioned in the newly supplemented auxiliary intelligence."

“…Oh, I see.” Yarman nodded slowly. This was himself; he was the King of Light.

His silence followed, and the cabin fell silent once more. Everyone sat quietly doing their own thing, no one spoke, and no one made any other sound.

About three hours later, the plane slowly landed and came to a stop on a vast wasteland. The think tank's voice came from the cockpit, "New Sicily City is ten kilometers to the west. Get off the plane!"

In silence, the group disembarked from the plane and stood in the desert. The captain, holding a long knife, gazed silently at the magnificent city of New Sicily, which was faintly visible in the distance and shrouded in sand.

The think tank stepped off the plane and casually stored it back in his spatial ring. Looking into the distance, he gave the order: "Andrei, use your telekinesis to search the surrounding wasteland and see where the Black Pharaoh's corpse is!"

Andrei nodded, and his invisible spiritual power instantly unfolded, but it was quickly thwarted. After the war of the gods, the environment here had been completely changed, and all kinds of waste energy filled the entire space, interfering with all perception.

After searching several times, Andrei shook his head helplessly and said to the think tank, "There's nothing I can do. The interference with mental power here is too severe. I can't use my telekinesis at all!"

Upon hearing this, the think tank nodded. There was indeed a problem with this wasteland, and it was normal that telekinesis couldn't be used effectively.

"Hmph! What a waste!" The captain suddenly uttered a curse, and Andrei's face instantly turned ashen. But he paid no attention to the thoughts of his teammates and walked alone toward Novosicily.

Seeing this, the think tank followed, leading the others towards the city of New Sicily, leaving only Andrei with a dark face, walking at the very back.

Walking in the middle of the group, Yarman leisurely surveyed his surroundings. He had a very strange feeling about it; he had joined a tomb-raiding team to dig up his own corpse, and the feeling was truly...

However, thinking about it, he was puzzled that the Originium he left behind was buried as a corpse in the lowest level of New Sicily City. He thought it had all been burned.

Then there's the Black Pharaoh. He hasn't given up on this physical body yet, and he's even allowed it to retain its divinity. I really don't know what he's trying to do.

"Perfect, I'll go with these people and take a look!" Yarman thought to himself as he walked calmly in the group.

The group walked quickly; the ten-kilometer journey was only a ten-minute walk for them. Soon, they arrived at the foot of the city of New Sicily.

Looking at the magnificent and imposing city of New Sicily before them, which resembled a steel behemoth, the entire team was stunned. Although they had seen many wonders, they had never seen such a massive human-made mechanical construct before. This creation, symbolizing the industrial power of this world, was truly awe-inspiring.

After observing the new Sicily city for a moment, the captain drew the long sword from his back, walked to the steel gate in front of him, and his inner strength, as heavy as the ocean, instantly covered the entire long sword. He took a step forward and slashed forward!

"Clang! ~~~Sizzle~~!"

A sound like steel tearing apart rang out, and the door in front of them was instantly sliced ​​in two before collapsing powerlessly, revealing the dark and deep underground levels of the mobile city behind it.

"The passage is open, let's go." The captain looked at the group behind him and said coldly, then picked up his long sword and walked into the space.

The think tank member glanced at the underground level before them and thought for a moment. "We probably need to go down about five more levels to reach the bottom, but we don't have a map of this city yet, so we don't know..."

"Boom!"

Before the words were finished, a deafening roar came from inside, followed by a violent earthquake. The group steadied themselves and looked toward the source of the sound. They saw a large hole that had pierced through the structural layer not far away, while their captain had already reached the next level and was preparing to continue digging.

"..."×7

Standing there, looking at the large hole that had pierced through the structural layer not far away, Yarman nodded in surprise. He hadn't expected that this extraordinary person who had entered the Dao through martial arts would have such strength!

A punch that pierced through the structural layer of a mobile city—this punch was not much weaker than the main cannon of a city defense artillery!

Another task has been added: to find an opportunity to analyze their laws, obtain their cultivation methods, and see if they can be integrated into Terra's extraordinary system!

Chapter 246: If you dig up my grave, then I'll definitely lend a hand!

"Beep~~~~Beep~~~~Beep~~~~Beep~~~~!"