Chapter 1715 The storm is rising
He was none other than Gabriel, a fifth-level angel god of the First Domain, clad in a snow-white battle armor, completely covered up, unlike any other angel.
That delicate, feminine face was so perfect that it was impossible to tell whether it was male or female.
Even his voice was androgynous...
At this moment, an eleven-winged angel hovered in front of Gabriel, kneeling on one knee.
It seemed to be a projection across time and space, or perhaps condensed from some kind of spiritual power...
"Reporting to my lord, the Wood Clan has just received news that Lord Red Maru has perished!"
"what?"
Gabriel's face, which was neither clearly male nor female, showed shock: "Although Benimaru has lost Thor's hammer, in the Ninth Domain, who can kill him... who dares to kill him?"
There is an unwritten rule among the top clans...
No matter how deep the racial hatred is, or how far the war has progressed, a level-five god must never be killed indiscriminately!
Fifth-level gods are the foundation of all the top clans. Once they fall, they will inevitably drag the hatred between clans into the abyss.
A bloody battle between two top-tier clans will only allow other alien races to reap the benefits...
The fall of a fifth-level god is an absolute blow to the Wood Clan.
For the alien race that killed him, this was also a momentous event!
Just then... Gabriel's face showed a look of astonishment, and he waved his hand.
Another scene appeared before him.
Another eleven-winged angel knelt there on one knee... It was Milolin, who had followed Michael to the Ninth Domain.
As the supreme commander of the angelic race in charge of communication, Michael's contact with Miloš at this time must mean something major has happened...
"Mirolin, what is it?"
At this moment, Milolin knelt there, trembling all over, beads of sweat dripping from his long golden hair into the void.
"Lord Gabriel, something terrible has happened, waah...!"
"Long story short!"
"Waaah... My lord, just now, Lord Michael's life tablet shattered... Waaah...!"
The intense sorrow made it difficult for Mirol to maintain his usual dignified demeanor.
In another scene, the eleven-winged angel, through Gabriel's projection ability, could also hear Mirolin's words. He suddenly raised his head, his eyes widened, and he fell into a daze...
Equally sluggish was Gabriel, a fifth-level god.
They seemed unable to believe that Michael had died just like that.
"Impossible! You dare to lie to me?" Gabriel snapped out of his daze and shouted.
"My lord, how could I dare to lie to you like this? Mi Allen can testify to this, sob sob...!"
After Mirolin finished speaking, Gabriel waved his hand again, and another projected image appeared in the air in front of him.
Inside was Mi Allen, the second fourth-level god who had followed Michael to the Ninth Domain.
At this moment, he was kneeling in the void, weeping loudly...
Seeing this, Gabriel no longer needed to ask any further questions.
With a wave of his hand, he dispersed the three images, and then the air in front of him distorted...
Another figure appeared, a female twelve-winged angel.
"Gabriel, what do you want with me?"
Meanwhile, in another supreme world of light, the twelve-winged angel Ale felt something, opened his azure eyes, and looked towards a certain place in the void.
“Michael is dead!” Gabriel said immediately.
Arree was taken aback, then calmly asked, "You killed her?"
Gabriel and Michael were natural enemies, a fact known to all the angels, though Ale thought it was just a joke.
“She and Benimaru both died in the Ninth Domain!” Gabriel said in a deep voice.
Ale's expression turned serious, and his azure eyes gradually turned icy.
Gabriel deliberately brought up Benimaru to tell her who the murderer was.
The Wood Clan and the Angel Clan are allied races. Two fifth-level gods died simultaneously, both in the Ninth Domain.
This seems to have explained the problem...
The only top-tier race that is hostile to both the Angel Race and the Wood Race, and also has a fifth-level god who has gone to the Ninth Domain, is the Lizard Race!
"Yale, go to the Ninth Domain. The Wood Clan has already taken action, and this matter must be addressed!"
Gabriel's gaze turned cold: "I will go and report to the Ancestral God to discuss the matter of going to war with the Lizard Clan immediately."
Among the twelve level-five gods, Ale's awakened talent is not the strongest.
But her survival skills are absolutely number one!
Ale nodded without hesitation: "Let me go!"
Gabriel was not surprised at all by her straightforwardness, which is why he sought out Arie immediately.
Inaire was Michael's closest friend; the two had known each other for millions of years!
……
At this moment, the entire First Domain was in turmoil.
In the heart of the Lizard Clan's territory, in the void, floats a mountain range, its size resembling a top-tier world.
Legend has it that this mountain is a remnant from the ancient prehistoric world, and is one of the few ancient relics from that time.
At this very moment, a fifth-level lizard ancestor deity, with its massive tail coiled around its body, knelt prostrate beneath the giant mountain.
"With the fall of Red Pill and Michael, both races will surely blame the Lizard Clan. Ancestor, Lin Xin is in grave danger... His descendant Dong Kong is willing to go to the Ninth Domain to guide Lin Xin!"
Halfway up the mountain, inside a huge cave, it was pitch black, but the faint sound of breathing could be heard, like thunder.
"You alone are probably not enough. Call Lin Zhuang to go with you. Remember... don't tarnish the reputation of my Lizard Ancestor!"
"Rest assured, Ancestor. If the Angel Clan and the Wood Clan dare to frame me, I, Dong Kong, will surely slaughter them all!"
"very good!"
……
Meanwhile, at the edge of the first major domain, in the human region, the front line bordering the alien races.
At the center of the world, in a highly advanced and extraordinary civilization with a rich set of rules, floats a magnificent golden palace.
At this very moment, a young human sat on the throne inside the palace.
He had waist-length hair, wore golden armor, had a handsome face, and exuded the majesty of a superior.
Below him stood thousands of human warriors, the weakest of whom were candidates for kingship... There were a hundred king-level powerhouses among them...
"News has just come in that the Ninth Domain Book King and the Azure Sky King have still not returned!" the young commander said.
All the human warriors below wore solemn expressions.
One of the middle-aged, bearded, king-level generals, who was ranked near the top, frowned and spoke in a deep voice.
"My lord, when shall we send out the troops?"
A smile appeared on the young commander's lips, and at that moment, the heavy atmosphere in the entire hall instantly dissipated.
Everyone felt as if they were bathed in a spring breeze.
"King Zhao Li, you are still so impatient. Let me finish."
Zhao Li frowned, remaining standing there in silence.
The young commander laughed and said, "Although the scribe and the heavens have not returned, a new king named Zhao has emerged in the Ninth Domain. He shares the same surname as you and has already repelled the alien invasion!"
"A newly crowned monarch, could he possibly possess such power?" Zhao Li's eyes widened.
The young commander's smile grew even brighter, and at that moment, the atmosphere in the hall became even warmer.
Many generals also had smiles in their eyes.
"Zhao Li, you don't believe me?" The young man smiled and sighed, revealing a hint of helplessness.
