Chapter 1143: Dazed Oss!

Chapter 1143: The Dazed Os!

After unexpectedly discovering that the blood-red barrier had simply vanished without a trace, they were equally stunned.

Yet they had no time to ponder further—immediately turning around, they rushed back to the Cosmic Emperor's vessel and swiftly retreated from the crimson horde.

Once safely out of the reach of the pursuing armies, White Yun and the others gathered once more to discuss what had just transpired.

"Where did that blood-red barrier go? How did it just disappear?"

"Indeed. If that barrier were still there, our attacks might still have failed."

"Why overthink it? We already know we've eliminated the enemy—doesn't that suffice?"

"I saw that divine being holding the blood-red orb. The orb suddenly vanished. I suspect that orb was the source of the blood-red barrier. Perhaps some high-ranking deity, passing by and disapproving of the crimson army's arrogance, intervened?"

"Could it be that our Lord Emperor did it?"

"The Emperor? I’ve never seen the Emperor act in such a manner before."

"How could you possibly fathom the methods His Majesty commands?"

...

"It was a lesser divine artifact of a Master God. I have confiscated it. Resume your assault."

Even as the assembled generals and deities were locked in discussion,

Zhou Zhan’s voice resonated sharply beside their ears.

The divine commanders froze in astonishment, then hastily and with deep reverence replied,

"We are indebted to your grace, Your Majesty."

"Waste no more time. Maintain the guerrilla offensive,"

Zhou Zhan commanded indifferently.

Though Bai Yun was ostensibly leading the forces to lure the enemy, could he truly stand by, watching everything unfold while lifting not a single finger?

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

White Yun and the others knew they had the Emperor's backing behind them, and their spirits surged with renewed confidence, responding in unison.

Then they began preparing for the assault once more.

...

Inside a crimson warship of mid-tier True God rank.

Os was currently consulting with various generals and deities about their plans for conquering the Praja Empire and what would follow—after the invasion, there would be a full-scale establishment and settlement on the Supreme Continent. They had to prepare for this well in advance, so as to secure the greatest possible gains.

"Regarding the Fire God Empire, my plan is to..."

Just as Os began to speak, his heart suddenly leapt. A deep, foreboding sense of ill omen surged through him, causing him to freeze in place.

"Your Majesty?"

My lords, my generals, the spirits among us, seeing their sovereign remain silent for so long, ventured to ask cautiously.

"...All well. Let us continue."

Os returned to himself, mistaking it for a mere illusion, waved a hand dismissively, and prepared to carry on.

Something unpleasant had begun to stir...

Os was distracted, his mind elsewhere.

But at that very moment—

"Report!!!"

A messenger burst in, rushing forward and falling to his knees before Os, delivering the news:

"Your Majesty!"

"Just moments ago, our Crimson Army has been struck once again by the True God of the Sun Empire!"

"There were over 135 billion Crimson Soldiers dead, over 28,700 billion injured, 1,632 Crimson Deities fallen, and six Crimson True Gods also perished in the enemy's assault."

Upon hearing this, Osir's face instantly darkened.

"What in the world is that fool, Rezhan, doing?"

"Didn't I already entrust him with the Autumns Blood Sky Cloak?"

"Why then, did he fail to protect our soldiers and deities at the very least?"

Osir's voice was cold, his temper already flaring.

With the Autumns Blood Sky Cloak, a subordinate divine artifact, and one subordinate divine crystal, Rezhan should have had more than enough power to safeguard his own troops and divine beings.

Instead, he failed even such a basic duty.

A truly useless and disastrous presence!

Osir had already decided—when that fool returns, he would deal with him severely.

Within the crimson mist monstrosity, the law of the jungle has always prevailed—weakness devours strength, and the strong rule supreme.

One must first demonstrate their power to this creature, so that it will later serve them faithfully.

Yet this messenger, faced with the cold words of his own sovereign, suddenly shivered violently.

"Your... Majesty."

"Lord Sei... Lord Sei has fallen!!!"

The messenger trembled, his voice breaking.

"What?!" Os's pupils dilated instantly. He seized the messenger in his grip, urgently demanding, "Where is the Imperial Blood Roaring Veil?"

"Your Majesty, we only found the fragmented remains of Lord Sei. As for Your Majesty's sacred treasure, we have not found it..."

The messenger dared not speak.

Bang!

The messenger's body shattered instantly into countless purple flesh fragments, splashing the entire command room with a thick layer of blood and meat. Even the generals and deities seated among them were stained with bits of flesh, appearing both grotesque and disheveled. Yet none dared to rage—each held their breath, watching their sovereign with cautious reverence, fearing that their lord might act irrationally. Deep within their minds, a wave of shock surged. They had never imagined that the man known as Chong Xiang, having seized the sovereign's most sacred treasure, not only failed to quell the chaos but had actually caused the very treasure to vanish. In that moment, they found themselves thinking that perhaps Chong Xiang's death might have been a blessing. Otherwise, if Chong Xiang fell into the sovereign's hands, the enraged ruler might subject him to a torment beyond endurance. And at this very moment, Os, consumed by fury, found his mind fogging with confusion. That was one of his most vital secrets!

Having endured countless sacrifices, offended numerous high-ranking members of the Crimson Clan, broken countless promises, and weathered countless perils, he had finally secured this primary divine artifact in his own hands.

Even a true Divine God might not possess a single primary divine artifact.

Had he lost it?

Though he still held other divine-level means at his disposal, such a loss was beyond bearable.

Could it have been taken by some other fog-beast from among the others?

That thought suddenly flashed into his mind.

And then, it wouldn't leave him.

Rejoice, that individual had not even left the ranks of the Crimson Army when he died—meaning his primary divine artifact had been lost within the Crimson Army itself. Thus, the most likely culprit would be a fog-beast from another Crimson faction, possibly even a Crimson deity or true god.

Only they truly understood the immense value of such an artifact and were both bold and capable enough to take decisive action to obtain it.

Yet, though his mind harbored such suspicions, he said nothing outwardly. After a moment of silence, he spoke in a low, resolute tone:

"Issue the order throughout the army—search for the Divine Blood Roaring Sky Veil. Whoever finds it shall have a personal debt owed to them by me, and I shall also grant them another master-tier technique."

"If anyone deliberately conceals it, attempting to seize my precious treasure for themselves—I will know, and regardless of the present strategic situation, I will eliminate them without hesitation!"

Os's voice at the end was icy, resolute, and utterly cold.

No one could doubt the resolve in Os's heart at that moment.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The crimson generals and deities moved swiftly, bowing respectfully.

After delivering the order, Os sat motionless in his seat, his mind drifting, utterly uninterested in the current war strategy briefing.

My master-tier divine artifact!

On the surface, Os remained calm, yet within his heart, pain surged like a storm.

"Your Majesty, what if the enemy returns with an attack next?"

A renowned general ventured to ask.

"Order the True Gods within the army to patrol along the outer edges of our forces. Should any True God from the Proud Sun Empire attempt a surprise attack, immediately launch a coordinated assault and annihilate them."

"All True God-class warships within the military may be mobilized—any cost, any sacrifice, as long as the enemy is destroyed!"

"Additionally, assign certain elite True Gods from the Crimson Empire to defend specific zones, so they may unite with the Crimson True Gods and remain ever-vigilant against any further incursions."

Os issued the order quietly.

"Are we truly not going to strike first and eliminate these bothersome flies?"

"The enemy possesses fewer than two hundred True Gods!"

The general could hardly believe it.

Their own forces boast over five thousand True Gods, more than thirty million ordinary deities, and an army of over eight thousand quadrillion common soldiers.

Such a colossal disparity in strength—how could they simply endure these harassing attacks without launching a decisive counterstrike to wipe them out?

He stared at him in incomprehensible silence.

He could not fathom why his sovereign had made such a decision.