Starting from the Planetary Governor

Gu Hang didn’t even get a chance to join in.

He pursed his lips discontentedly, don’t freaking take all the kills!

Even if the scale was small and the number of enemies few, the reward for such a battle wasn’t much, but a mosquito was still flesh. If you take all the kills, won’t I miss out on even a single point of grace?

He sighed and walked forward.

The interstellar warriors and Battle Nuns made some space, revealing the area they surrounded.

There, was a door, covered with certain patterns.

This door should lead to the closed top level of the windmill tower. Further up, there should be the windmill blades.

Under Gu Hang’s Spiritual Vision, he could clearly see the Storm Heresy contained within.

He had a guess in his heart, but he did not speak up first, instead, he looked over at Georgette with an inquiring gaze.

Georgette frowned and said, “This should be some kind of solidified seal enchantment, I’ll try to break it.”

Matins glanced at the wall beside them.

“Don’t bother, there’s a seal there as well.”

“Can’t we try to force it open?” asked Matins.

He didn’t have much talent for Spiritual Energy; it seemed that the Phoenix gene seed naturally didn’t quite mesh with this stuff, with a low chance of awakening spiritual abilities. Even in their heyday, the think-tank responsible for the battalion’s spiritual affairs was just symbolically set up. He remembered the previous think-tank director’s favorite activity was swinging a big hammer to smash people.

These mystical and ponderous methods of spiritual decryption were what he found most irksome. Resorting to brute strength, violent destruction, that was his forte, hence his question.

To his surprise, Georgette responded to his question with another, “What else do you think I meant by breaking it?”

…

Fine.

Georgette didn’t say anything more, she raised her holy gold halberd and struck down on the door marked with sealing runes.

The thing was quite sturdy; even though Georgette’s holy gold halberd had demon-breaking properties, and she was chanting and invoking the name of the Divine Emperor during the strike in hopes of receiving a blessing, it still didn’t break through.

But it did create a big hole.

Storm Heresy was wildly leaking out from the hole. Had there been any ordinary people in this room, they would likely be blown right out by the fierce winds.

Of course, those standing in the room had no such issues. Such winds, of course, could not budge them.

Georgette, her first strike having failed to shatter the seal, felt a bit embarrassed. Gritting her teeth, she roared and slashed again.

Now it was thoroughly smashed.

The wind became even more violent, to the point that the ordinary nuns had to call upon divine grace just to stand firm; even Gu Hang had to consciously channel his Spiritual Energy, using Telekinesis to divert the force of the wind.

The interstellar warriors also had their method… oh, they didn’t need any other techniques, they were too heavy to be blown away.

On the contrary, they could step forward, guns in hand, charging inside.

This most dangerous task, they took upon themselves unhesitatingly.

Wearing the heaviest armor, those willing to take the deadliest hits must be prepared to endure.

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Then it really started to take a beating.

A wind bullet exploded on the body of a Phoenix warrior charging at the very front.

The power of this strike was not to be underestimated.

The interstellar warrior was blasted sideways.

Matins, closely following behind, continued to press forward. He charged ahead while firing his grenade launcher vigorously.

This time, there were no new wind bullets coming their way.

After they breached the first line of fire, the rest followed suit. The interstellar warrior who had been knocked down by the wind bullet struggled to his feet, appearing mostly unharmed, albeit a bit disheveled.

Gu Hang was the last to enter.

Raising his head, he saw the specific appearance of the enemy.

Inside, there were actually only two people.

One of them was dressed in a gray robe, with an exaggeratedly strong physique; standing over two meters tall, just slightly shorter than the interstellar warriors.

This was a Cult sorcerer of a special size, and Gu Hang instantly assessed his strength to be roughly equivalent to his own when he was at LV3.

Such strength was barely enough for a wind bullet to knock down an interstellar warrior, but that was about it. During their breach, the people behind the door must have been accumulating power in preparation. Now, his full-force strike could only leave the Phoenix a bit disheveled and then standing up again as fit as before.

In a real fight, even if ambushed, a standing Phoenix could counter with a burst of grenades, definitely blasting the person and the Storm Shield into bits.

However, at this moment, it was more than just a grenade launcher strafing.

What Gu Hang saw, however, was a wall of wind, lying in front of the Battle Nuns and interstellar warriors. The grenades hit it and exploded upon the wind wall.

Flames and smoke were swept around by the wind wall, blowing everywhere, even blowing off the ceiling above, yet not harming the people inside the wall.

Through these scenes of light and shadow, Gu Hang saw the true host behind that robust gray-robed figure.

It was an old man, wearing a white undergarment with a black robe layered over it, adorned with golden edges. A rather luxurious belt buckle was embedded with shimmering blue diamonds; he wore a huge amulet covered in crushed blue diamonds on his chest; and even his black high hat was inlaid with gems.

The multitude of small gemstones on his accessories emitted strong Storm Heresy energy. And he himself, under Gu Hang’s Spiritual Vision, was as blinding as the lightning in the midst of a storm!

Gu Hang immediately realized that he must not underestimate this opponent.

Even though he had reached LV5, this black-robed old man was a Spiritual Energy practitioner far stronger than himself.

Behind him stood a native ‘god’ of Rage Owl Star.

Although, oftentimes these so-called ‘gods’ were just powerful beings. But being given such a title meant they possessed certain ‘Evil God’ characteristics—receiving worship, granting blessings.

A native god, no matter how you slice it, is still a god.

And this black-robed old man was a direct beneficiary of a god, an emissary of the deity.

The Spiritual Energy glow on him was nearly blinding Gu Hang’s vision.

The wind wall he summoned could perfectly withstand the fierce attack of thirteen grenade launchers, a fact that proved this point very well.

Gu Hang recalled the information that the Battle Nuns had gathered, mentioning the title of the Cult leader:

Primal High Priest, Cui Kao.