My Salvation Game Became true?!.
Chapter 650 - 400: Is there a possibility that Xinhuo is a Ghastly Realm level organization?_3

Chapter 650: Chapter 400: Is there a possibility that Xinhuo is a Ghastly Realm level organization?_3

The retainer of Thousand Feathers Myth was also very timid, and of little use in significant matters.

Considering this, Blood Horn Myth suppressed the urge to take immediate action and began calling for Mysterious Evil.

Seeing this, Thousand Feathers Myth showed a look of helplessness.

This helplessness wasn’t feigned, but genuine. However, unlike his ’cautious persona’, which failed to persuade anyone and reluctantly agreed, revealing helplessness, Thousand Faces was truly helpless because this fellow was not following the script he had laid out.

He could influence the thoughts of Blood Horn Myth, but only if those thoughts weren’t firmly rooted.

At this moment, Blood Horn Myth’s desire to ’take all the credit’ was as steadfast as a boulder, and Thousand Faces found he couldn’t influence it... not that it was entirely impossible, but deep erosion was hard to execute without a trace. He had considered eroding this subordinate of the Evil God completely, assimilating and replacing him, but he feared such an action wouldn’t escape the notice of the Crimson Emperor.

After much thought, Thousand Faces abandoned the ’violent strategy’ in favor of a ’slow-boiling frog’ approach.

But now, this particular ’frog’ was not heeding advice, so he had to select an alternative from one of several backup scripts.

...

Half a day later, Blood Horn Myth finally summoned a Seven Stars level Mysterious Evil.

He led Thousand Feathers, the Seven Stars Mysterious Evil, and a horde of hundreds of thousands of Common Mystic Evil with full confidence toward the desolate little Oasis.

Even if this Blue Star powerhouse had advanced to the Myth level, the advantage still lay in his hands with three against one – not to mention the support of his tens of thousands of troops.

Thinking this, Blood Horn Myth felt even more confident about the situation, seeing no reason he would lose!

Half an hour later,

"How could this happen?"

Blood Horn Myth looked dazed, clutching his severed arm as he fled clumsily into the distance under the protection of Thousand Feathers Myth, disappearing into the thick grey mist.

In the final moment, he couldn’t resist looking back toward the dark red military array sprawled over the Oasis, reminiscent of a millstone. He swallowed hard, his heart trembling with shock.

"This is not Myth level!"

...

"Foolish!"

The Crimson Emperor glanced at his direct subordinates and couldn’t help blurting out in anger. Of course, he was only referring to one of them; the other, whom he hadn’t paid much attention to—coming from a peripheral tribe and now a Myth—had now genuinely impressed him.

He had successfully exploited the Blue Star Myth’s need to protect the weak and led his people in a successful retreat. He also had the foresight to set up numerous Memory Crystals around the area to record the combat information of the ’Blue Star in black’, gathering a lot of intelligence.

What’s more, this Thousand Feathers Myth had also used his race’s ability to leave several tracking marks on the people of Blue Star.

With these tracking marks, even if the Blue Star powerhouse abandoned the Oasis and fled into the vast Ghastly Realm, they might still have a chance to locate him. Capturing these few Blue Star powerhouses would allow them to exploit the close connection between the Native World’s powerhouses and their world, breaking through Blue Star’s defenses and offering this High Energy World as a sacrifice to the Great Mother Goddess.

Of course, the Crimson Emperor was also curious about the secret behind Blue Star’s rise in power; the two setbacks he had suffered at Blue Star were unforgettable.

With new grudges adding to the old, he decided to settle all accounts at once.

Thinking this, he looked at the two direct subordinates before him—Blood Horn Myth was bowing his head, clutching his arm, and dared not make a sound; Thousand Feathers Myth was slightly lifting his head, looking as though he had something to say but didn’t dare to speak.

"What insight do you have?"

This Myth was a bit timid but very cautious in his actions, and he put forth a hypothesis.

"I can sense that the mark I left after moving quickly for a while has now stopped in a certain area, but..."

"But I believe, given the strength of that human Myth, it’s possible he has discovered this tracking mark and is deliberately leaving it there, most likely with the intention of..."

"Therefore, my lord, should we not be more cautious and think thrice before we act?"

This might be a trap.

The Crimson Emperor had considered this possibility; after all, Blue Star had caused him to stumble twice. But was it possible to give up this opportunity? Absolutely impossible! Especially since other Myths and Demigods aiding him were aware of this information, the Emperor of Candela Empire could not show hesitance.

After all, it’s just an Outer World Blue Star—could it actually turn the tide?

"But is there a possibility that Blue Star... the Phoenix, might actually be a Ghastly Realm level organization?"

So suggested Thousand Feathers Myth.

Hearing his words, Blood Horn Myth kept nodding—yes, yes, yes, that’s very possible! If the Phoenix were an elusive and powerful organization with reach across the entire Ghastly Realm, that could explain his dismal defeat.

But the Crimson Emperor snorted coldly, dismissing this absurd notion.

No one knew Blue Star better than he did!

After pondering for a while, he said, "There’s no doubt that Blue Star has secured a portion of the Candela Empire’s legacy, but Blue Star remains just a Native World."

Pausing for a moment, he continued, "In the face of absolute power, all tactics are meaningless."