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In a battlefield in the starry sky, dazzling starlight shone down, and the sound of a very unique drum echoed out, filled with immortal magic that made the void tremble.
They were called the god-crushing drums. They were one of the signature weapons of the patrolling battalions of the Longscale Regiment, and they were designed to flush gods out of hiding. They could sense traces of gods in a wide area, and were very sensitive to mutagen. Guided by the sound of the drums, five ships from the patrol regiment veered off and shot into a specific direction.
The remaining battalions continued on their way to continue inspecting other areas. They would not just sit and wait for the five battalions to complete their mission and return.
And thus, time slipped by. Before the remaining battalions could reach any other locations to inspect, a message came in from the ships that had departed. The person delivering the message sounded a bit flummoxed.
“Exalted one, we’ve followed the drums to Planet Graytomb, where the gods were erecting an altar. However, the only thing here are dead gods.... There’s nothing else. Some unknown party apparently arrived before us and wiped thēm out.”
In the main patrol group was the man in charge of the mission, a middle-aged cultivator with a stern look on his face. He wore a blue-colored suit of scale armor, and he pulsed with the extraordinary fluctuations of a peak Quasi-Immortal.
After receiving the message, he opened his eyes, revealing a thoughtful look....
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