Luring Disaster onto Others Is a Bad Idea

By now, it was already evening in the God Realm.

Ian Song and his group found a spot near the prefectural city, sat down cross-legged, and waited for the next day to arrive.

There were quite a few gods nearby as well.

None of them could afford enough god-crystals to buy a residence permit, so staying around the prefectural city was safer.

As night fell, more and more gods gathered around.

Most of these gods were early-stage Lower-Rank Gods; it was rare to see any at mid-stage.

Meow-Meow, will the System still give me missions in the God Realm?

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Ian Song silently communicated with the System sprite, Meow-Meow, in his mind.

It will!

Meow-Meow replied confidently.

When? Ian asked again.

Meow-Meow said, 'Don't rush, kid. The System is currently updating. Once it's done, you'll get your missions!'

After a brief chat with Meow-Meow, Ian Song quietly began absorbing the violent divine energy into his body, letting his internal chaos vortex convert it. He thought for a moment, then took out eleven god-crystals and tossed one to each of his eleven subordinates.

The God Realm was even more brutal than the Immortal World.

Everything was determined by strength.

Take the Prefect, for example. As long as you participate in the Battle of Gods and win a hundred consecutive matches, you qualify to challenge the Prefect. If you defeat the Prefect, you replace him and become the new Prefect.

Night finally fell completely.

Ian Song could clearly feel the divine energy in the air growing even more violent, while distant beast howls echoed.

Hearing the beast howls, he noticed that the faces of the gods around him all showed signs of worry.

Nearby gods lit campfires; some even took out beast meat and roasted it over the flames, filling the air with a savory aroma.

Such peaceful days lasted for half an hour.

Suddenly, a desolate beast howl echoed from nearby.

In an instant, every god's heart jumped into their throat.

Then, three blurry figures suddenly appeared on the ground ahead.

As they came closer, it became clear they were three men in blood-stained, tattered divine armor. Judging by their auras, one was a late-stage Lower-Rank God, the other two were mid-stage Lower-Rank Gods.

Suddenly, everyone's expression changed sharply.

Because behind those three men followed more than ten giant wolves with blood-red fur.

Blood Wolves!

Someone cried out in alarm.

Quick, don't let those three come over, or they'll bring the Blood Wolves with them!

Someone shouted.

Then, two burly mid-stage Lower-Rank Gods stepped forward and yelled at the three, 'Don't bring the Blood Wolves over here!'

But the three seemed not to hear at all and kept charging toward the crowd.

Damn it!

The two mid-stage Lower-Rank Gods were furious.

Seeing this, Ian Song couldn't help but smile, then stood up and looked at the approaching pack of wolves.

All these Blood Wolves had late-stage Lower-Rank God strength.

Even most early-stage Mid-Rank Gods would struggle against them, but Ian Song wasn't an ordinary Mid-Rank God—within his rank, he could almost sweep through everyone. So, in his eyes, these Blood Wolves were just walking god-crystals.

Bastards! Why are you doing this? You'll get everyone killed!

The three finally reached the crowd.

The two mid-stage Lower-Rank Gods glared at them, faces full of anger.

Get lost!

Without warning, the late-stage Lower-Rank God among the three threw a punch.

Bang! Bang!

The two were sent flying, and the three men rushed through the crowd, fleeing farther away.

Seeing this, everyone understood—the three were luring disaster away, hoping to use the crowd to escape the Blood Wolves.

Nathan Southwind, how many Blood Wolves can you handle?

Ian Song asked.

Three shouldn't be a problem!

Ethan Eastcloud, Noah Northsky, what about you two?

Each of us should be able to handle two!

Your Majesty, one wolf each is no problem for us!

The other eight subordinates volunteered.

Nathan Southwind was Ian Song's early-stage Mid-Rank God subordinate, having crossed the eighteenth-layer Ancestral Immortal God Tribulation.

Ethan Eastcloud and Noah Northsky had crossed the seventeenth-layer Ancestral Immortal God Tribulation, so they were late-stage Lower-Rank Gods.

The remaining eight had crossed the fifteenth-layer Ancestral Immortal Tribulation, but all cultivated God-King techniques and wielded divine artifacts, so handling a Blood Wolf each wasn't a problem.

Go, then!

Ian Song nodded.

Yes, Your Majesty!

The eleven charged at the Blood Wolves, while Ian Song himself pursued the three men who had lured disaster.

The three brought trouble over and then ran off. No one else dared confront them, but Ian Song had no intention of letting them go. Even if he didn't kill them, he planned to extort some god-crystals from them.

The Great Shift technique failed under the powerful laws of the God Realm.

But relying on the body forged by the Chaos Saint Physique, Ian Song was extremely fast. He quickly caught up to the three gods and blocked their escape.

Seeing Ian Song radiate Mid-Rank God aura, the three looked uneasy.

Leaving so soon?

Ian Song asked with a smile.

What do you want?

The late-stage Lower-Rank God asked warily.

Hand over your storage god-rings, and I'll spare your lives!

Ian Song said calmly.

Hearing this, the three looked even more distressed.

Fight him!

The late-stage Lower-Rank God roared, a giant blade appearing in his hand as he charged at Ian Song.

Another mid-stage Lower-Rank God quickly retreated, producing a divine bow.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Three arrows shot toward Ian Song in quick succession. The last mid-stage Lower-Rank God produced a jet-black dagger and, moving with ghostly steps, circled behind Ian Song to stab at his back.

Their teamwork was clever—an ordinary early-stage Mid-Rank God might have been caught off guard. But Ian Song simply smiled, threw a punch, and then a palm strike, sending two of the attackers flying. He dodged the arrows and struck the last one in the chest.

Bang!

The enemy was sent flying.

In a very short time, Ian Song not only broke their siege but defeated all three.

Since you attacked, you must also hand over your divine artifacts!

Ian Song said to the three.

The three looked helpless, removed their storage god-rings and divine artifacts, and left in defeat.

After counting his spoils, Ian Song was quite satisfied.

The three had eight divine artifacts among them—not rare treasures, but worth several hundred god-crystals.

Inside their storage god-rings were over 1,300 god-crystals and five Blood Wolf corpses.

Soon, Ian Song returned with his spoils and saw that Nathan Southwind and the others had already slain all the Blood Wolves.

Ian Song was even more satisfied. Tomorrow, he could enter the city and get his temporary residence permit.