Chapter 1531: 871

Capítulo 1531: Chapter 871

When Gu Hang found Georgette, a prime candidate for a ‘Living Saint’, he was stunned to discover that Rizzo could also be manipulated in this way.

As for the [Special Event] triggered by the system back then, Gu Hang no longer wanted to ponder how it led Rizzo to receive the Emperor’s guidance and bring the Phoenix to Rage Owl Star.

The Emperor never directly helped him with anything, yet throughout Gu Hang’s maturation process, it seemed his shadow was always present in the background.

Rizzo was, of course, a devout follower of the Emperor, but when it came to his trust in Gu Hang, to be honest, Gu Hang wasn’t entirely convinced.

However, the manner in which he presented himself was quite reliable.

And this gave Gu Hang a chance to make his state similar to that of Georgette.

The essence of Subspace could be shared over, and be accepted by Rizzo, while also drawing the secret aid of the Cold Sun.

Priest Rizzo was an Interstellar Warrior; he didn’t grow wings, but he did experience a significant boost in power, breaking the limits of a Battle Group Champion to become a Champion of the Chosen.

This way, Gu Hang assembled a team of four that surpassed the Battle Group Champion, achieving several times the level of a Champion of the Chosen.

Their powers varied in strength, ordered from strongest to weakest roughly as follows: ‘Living Saint’ Georgette was the strongest, but not by a large margin; ‘Phoenix’ Martins and ‘Blood Shark’ Youwin were about equal; ‘Chief Priest’ Rizzo was relatively the weakest.

Any one of them alone would not stand a chance against Bone Shattering King; of that, there was no doubt. But four against one, their power equated to that of four Swarm Overlords, completely surpassing the Swarm’s previous efforts to confront Bone Shattering.

Among them, Gu Hang had the highest expectations for Georgette, the ‘Living Saint’.

Her power wasn’t significantly stronger than the others, but her intrinsic ‘Living Saint’ characteristics were what Gu Hang valued most.

Adding to this with the twenty-six Battle Group Champions pieced together, this forms the cutting-edge force humanity was about to deploy against Bone Shattering King.

Come on, let’s give it a try!

Gu Hang grinned.

With a ‘boom’, his Divine Realm suddenly began to tremble.

Gu Hang looked up and saw the two Green Skins there, enraged.

Their expression that had been projected onto the upper clouds of Storm God’s Kingdom had always been indifferent. But now, they seemed to have noticed Gu Hang’s secretive maneuvers and were angered.

The tremor in the Divine Realm originated from the green storm of Subspace.

This storm almost enveloped his entire Divine Realm.

The Green Tide hammered down fiercely, shaking the entire Divine Realm.

But Gu Hang showed no fear.

In the past, when people like Mr. Mao at this level came knocking, what recourse did Gu Hang have? All he could do was abandon the Divine Realm, sever the essence of Subspace, and capitulate in surrender, awaiting death.

After all, the two together were equivalent to the might of four gods.

While there might be differences at the same level, there weren’t many entities at this level when you count the entire physical universe and Subspace together.

But now, Gu Hang was not just a small fry being crushed casually.

If he were, then why would Mr. Mao be blocking the door? He could simply annihilate him; no need for all these deterrent gestures.

The reason for the deterrence was that the outcome of a fight was uncertain; Gu Hang wasn’t utterly defenseless.

If Gu Hang left his Divine Realm and encountered them outside, perhaps he could be easily handled. However, Gu Hang was prudent; Subspace was too perilous, and he never wandered carelessly outside. He would hide in his Divine Realm, at most taking an occasional, opportunistic venture near his divine territory, capturing a Great Demon only because it had come too close to his Storm God Kingdom.

Subspace did not have a particularly rigorous sense of time or space; what was called ‘close’ referred to some Great Demons harboring misguided intentions, attempting to seduce someone within the Alliance borders in the real universe to fall into corruption, or to mass-produce Chaos corruption on an Alliance planet, or supporting some Chaos Cult to stir up trouble.

In sum, whenever Subspace Demons were involved behind real-world Chaos events, they were effectively very close to the Storm God Kingdom.

After the Catastrophe Era, these instances became much more frequent, and often, Gu Hang was unwilling to deal with them unless they reached the Great Demon level, in which case capturing one would be like gaining an extra portion of sustenance. Incidentally, it could assist the Alliance Legal Affairs Center, Tribunal, and Demon Hunters in the real universe by addressing the insidious presence of Chaos.

In this ‘stay-at-home, don’t step outside’ condition, it was quite difficult for anyone to catch him.

And now, Mr. Mao came knocking; as long as he stayed snugly within his Divine Realm, not stepping out, the divine battle became a contest between Mr. Mao and the combination of Gu Hang with his Divine Realm.

This indeed put considerable pressure on Gu Hang, as evidenced by the shaking of the entire Storm God Kingdom.

However, defeating him completely wouldn’t be straightforward.

Gu Hang was patient, firmly holding onto his foundations.

…

Qi Zongren woke up from his dream, drenched in sweat.

He turned his head and saw his wife slowly waking up as well, seemingly emerging from a nightmare.

The couple exchanged glances, and he asked, “Did you… dream about it too?”

“Yes… I dreamt of two Green Skins chasing me in the dream… it was absolutely terrifying.”

“Me too, I dreamed of two Green-skinned Aliens…”

“Damn it, why are we having the same dream?”

“I don’t know… what should we do?”

“It’s probably just a dream, right?” Qi Zongren checked the time; it was almost time for work. “Daybreak is near; I need to go to work. You rest well at home, and if anything happens, call me or the police.”

Dragging his weary body, Qi Zongren went to school.

He was a teacher.

On his way, the coworkers and students he encountered all seemed lethargic.

In the office, everybody was talking about it, all mentioning the dream from yesterday; in the classroom, even the students were discussing it.

This was undeniably a significant event.

Nearly everyone had the same dream…

Panic was spreading.

But soon, by noon, the city’s loudspeakers began to broadcast.

Officials from the Ministry of Education came to their school.

It was said that various companies, factories, and commercial streets throughout society—essentially places with dense populations—were attended by corresponding government officials or clergy and nuns from the National Church.

They were all disseminating one message:

“The war in Omgeria has reached its most critical moment. This war concerns every member of the Alliance. Everyone sharing the same dream is a manifestation of destiny, a revelation from the Divine Emperor. At this critical time, all compatriots must band together, work diligently, study hard, live well, and gather strength. Perhaps tomorrow, or the day after, you’ll have the same dream again. In the dream, hold on, staying alive as long as possible; attempting to kill the dream alien, that’s even better!”