My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 1839 - 668: Mei Refuses to Accept It_2

Chapter 1839: Chapter 668: Mei Refuses to Accept It_2

Owen Bertram’s subordinates took turns patrolling every year, and this time it was Greystone’s turn.

For Greystone, who has already reached the Seventh Level, this task was very easy. The Demon Beasts that usually came out were at most Tire-5.

About six hundred miles downstream from Summit Metropolitan Office, there is a big bend in the river. The Clan Leader of the Gavin Clan, holding the Pure Dao Talisman, and accompanied by two Ninth Great Realm spokespersons, lay in ambush.

This was one of the many preselected ambush spots they had chosen. More than six months earlier, they had secretly set up a large-scale array in this area.

Scouts who wore stealth talismans constantly went back and forth, conveying information about Greystone’s whereabouts: One hundred and twenty miles left... Eighty miles left... Thirty miles left...

The members of the Gavin Clan became more and more excited. They were very confident that even if Greystone didn’t really step into the ambush circle, as long as she approached within twenty miles and had no backup, she would be captured!

Jasmine Clark was still in the underground palace of Quentin County. There was a Ninth Great Realm spokesperson in there as well. Jasmine deeply believed that she had the ability to strategize and win a thousand mile away.

But in reality, she had another hidden thought: In Quentin County, there were three million people, all of whom were citizens of Great Wu. If the truth were to be exposed, she could use the Ninth Great Realm spokesperson to hold these three million people hostage, forcing Owen Bertram to hesitate, and not dare to take any action against her.

The underground palace and the riverside area communicated constantly through Communication Talismans. Jasmine was aware of the situation in real-time.

As it seemed that everything was about to succeed, Jasmine frowned suddenly, "What’s happening outside?" She looked towards a few screens next to her, projecting scenes from outside Quentin County. Four images were of the four directions outside Clark Trading Company, and the remaining screens were important government offices inside the City, like Warlord’s Office or the Thousand Household Office.

In all the images, the citizens appeared to be going about their daily activities as usual. However, the usual bustle of the city seemed to be missing. The people—regardless of their height, weight, age, or social standing—had their faces full of devotion. They were mouthing prayers with a hint of eager expectation in their eyes, seemingly converging towards a common direction.

The Ninth Realm spokesperson, who had been relaxing with his eyes closed and a superior attitude, suddenly opened his eyes, looking at the four screens. Outside the Clark Trading Company, the number of people on the streets increased, but they stopped three hundred steps away from the trading company—right on the edge of the underground palace’s range!

The crowd encircled the trading company from all directions as though they knew about the underground palace underneath, and dared not take an extra step.

People began to kneel down, and it seemed as if everyone in Quentin County had agreed to kneel together at the same time. Those who didn’t make it to the trading company knelt down on the spot, all facing the direction of the company.

"Not good!" The Ninth Realm Spokesperson roared, his body erupting with dozens of entwining lightning bolts. He spread his hands, attempting to tear open a Void Channel to escape. But it was already too late. As soon as the three million believers knelt down, a massive ball of Faith Mental Power instantly formed, enveloping the trading company and the underground palace!

The might of the Ninth Realm Spokesperson’s Thunderbolt clashed violently with the Faith Mental Power on a plane incomprehensible to ordinary living beings. The spokesperson’s body became charred black, while the Void Channel he attempted to open was cut off.

"We can’t escape!" The Ninth Realm spokesperson frowned as he glared at Jasmine Clark resentfully, "Your plan was to use three million people as hostages to force Owen Bertram to hold his weapon. But now with just a flick of their hands, these three million people have become their three million believers!"

Along the riversides upstream and downstream, the vast majority of people had already become "River God" believers. Thousands of River God Temples had been built on both sides of the river!

Jasmine Clark disdainfully glanced at him, "A person with the lofty Ninth Great Realm can’t even maintain composure? A battle between us is just a matter of seeing and dismantling each other’s moves! We’ve made so many preparations; we can even handle some unexpected incidents!"

Jasmine was still very confident, "What does being trapped by Faith Mental Power matter? The Immortal and Divine Clans in the Heaven Realm are at odds, and Gods cannot easily descend. At most, they’ll just send down a few Divine Followers, whose strength will not exceed Tire-8."

"Our people ambushing Greystone on the rivers have overwhelming strength. As long as we hold on for a moment, once they capture Greystone, they can come and support us."

"Even if our plot is already exposed and we can’t capture Greystone, our strength is far superior to theirs. We stand on invincible grounds!"

But the Ninth Realm spokesperson didn’t share Jasmine’s confidence, as he continued to search for ways to open a hole and escape.

Jasmine appeared calm and composed; her composure influenced those around her. The Gavin Clan members also acted unruffled, watching the unfolding events outside with amusement.

Suddenly, the neat rows of believers parted to create a path. A burly believer, clad in heavy armor, stepped forward. Anyone who laid eyes on him for the first time couldn’t help but think: How ferocious!

In his hand, he held a heavy Wolf Fang Club. The thick Faith Mental Power shell did not hinder him at all, making him even feel attached to it. He walked through the shell of Faith Mental Power, stepped right above the underground palace, lifted the Wolf Fang Club, and then slammed it down with great force—