MMORPG: War God, You are Invincible Again

"Heavens... Transcendent realm?!"

Song Quan was genuinely terrified by Frogo's brutal honesty, "You're not deceiving me, are you?"

Frogo gave a slight smile, "Then go ahead and think I'm deceiving you."

"Brother Frogo, if you're truly that powerful, why are we even bothering with the Netherworld God? Just become our Star Alliance's backbone!"

Facing Song Quan's heartfelt words, Frogo shook his head slightly, "Do you know why you have yet to touch that realm?"

"Because of the curse."

"The curse is one aspect," Frogo seemed to have just as much information as Song Quan, "Another more important reason is that you have never been able to detach from the mortal world. This human killing and fighting over territories seem like jokes to me, boring and childish."

"I'd really like to retire in the divine realm, but surely I can't just watch the Human Race go extinct, can I?" Song Quan sighed helplessly.

"So your worldly attachments have never been severed," declared Frogo, "Do you know why I was able to break the curse of the world will and ascend to the transcendent realm in later generations?"

Hearing that Frogo was about to reveal a secret, Song Quan quickly leaned in, "I'm all ears."

"It's nothing special, you wouldn't be able to learn it anyway," Frogo patted his shoulder, "Do you know how my demon race came to be?"

"Natural gestation?"

"Not at all. My demon race is the incarnation of the world will's evil thoughts," the ancestor of the demon race, Frogo, reminisced, "Although I'm revered as the ancestor of the demon race, I'm not actually the first saint. At the end of the Era of the Gods, the world will began to hate the Heavenly Gods, but as the Heaven's Way is impartial, it shouldn't foster evil thoughts. Thus, it severed its own evil thoughts, and this mass of evil thoughts congealed into my demon race's progenitor—the Demon King. In the beginning, the Demon King roamed the Star Sea, hunting Heavenly Gods and every other living creature in sight. However, the Demon King, by virtue of his resilient will, temporarily freed himself from the influence of the evil thoughts. But the Demon King himself was born of those evil thoughts, and his life was bound to them; hence, the Demon King conceived the idea of dispersing the evil thoughts, using his own being as a blueprint to create the demon race, and relied on the blood of millions of demons to share the burden of these evil thoughts. Thus, my demon race can also be considered the offspring of the world will, naturally not falling within the range of its curse."

"So that's how it is," nodded Song Quan, "No wonder I've never been able to figure out the origins of your demon race. Death brings lurking dangers, no surprise that only you can live there unharmed."

"Your Excellency, the Great Bright Heavenly God, I am aware of what you seek today. Rest assured, as long as I am here, the Star Alliance will not perish."

Having received Frogo's assurance, Song Quan knew it was time for him to leave, so he rose to take his leave.

Stepping out of Frogo's mansion, Song Quan still hadn't recovered his senses. The transcendent realm? It was too incredible. This was a presence that could even grapple with the Netherworld God.

Turns out his own Star Alliance had such a 'bug' of an existence. Had he hugged those powerful 'thighs' earlier, would he have faced all those damn problems? Frogo alone could punch through hell, thinking back, his previous life-risking felt like a joke.

Looking at the current state of the world, the beast race was on the verge of intense internal strife, the Star Alliance was shifting into emergency war readiness, the Netherworld God was searching for his scattered soul fragments to restore his transcendent realm's power, and hell was under the control of the Demon King, preparing for an expedition a century later.

All seemed calm, yet undercurrents surged.

At this moment, Lu Hong and Eferot were moving through the Death Zone.

"Hey, hey, be careful, there's an asteroid ahead, turn left, turn left, will you just turn?!"

As the interstellar warship was about to collide with the small asteroid, Lu Hong frantically shouted.

Eferot was sweating profusely and slurred his words, "Yes, yes, I know, I know, stop nagging, if you keep on, I—I—"

Despite the command to turn left, Eferot mistakenly turned right and barrelled straight into it.

"What the fuck?!" Lu Hong immediately pressed the firing button for the Demon Star Cannon. Accompanied by a pillar-thick beam of Magic Power Aurora hitting the small asteroid, a cannon blast came down, but the small asteroid wasn't shattered. Lu Hong hastily ran to the other cannons.

Just when the warship was about to ram the small asteroid, over thirty shots of Demon Star Cannon finally obliterated it, averting the disaster of the warship being destroyed.

The shattered asteroid fragments repeatedly hit the ship's defense shield, causing violent shaking on the vessel.

Seeing that the crisis was averted, Lu Hong quickly let out a sigh of relief and waved at Eferot in the pilot's seat, "Get down from there, if I ever let you pilot a warship again, I might as well take your surname."

"Little brother, if you're willing to recognize our ancestors and join the family now, I'm all for it. Piloting a warship is really too much fun, just let me do it one more time, just a bit longer, okay?"

"No way. You've piloted a warship three times, and all three times you've nearly crashed into asteroids, risking our ship and lives. Do you have any sense at all? I told you to turn left, why the hell did you turn right? Can't you tell left from right?"

"Err...," Eferot hesitated for a moment, "maybe I get confused a little."

"Get lost, lost, lost!" Lu Hong slapped Eferot out of the pilot's seat.

"If you won't let me fly, then you won't fly, do you dare to hit your own brother?" Eferot rubbed his slightly painful head and inwardly sighed. This kid's strength has improved drastically. He remembered that the first time they met, it was a one-sided beating. So, the old saying is true, you have to beat your younger brother early on because later you really won't be able to.

Lu Hong glanced at Eferot who was muttering nearby, "Stop blabbing and go check if there's any damage to the warship's outer shields. If there is, fix it with the crystal stones immediately. The death zone is filled with toxic gas. One breath of this stuff and we're both done for."

"Got it, I know." Eferot didn't want to listen to Lu Hong's nagging anymore and left the control room.

This warship, salvaged from the seven layers of the floating world, was a top-notch warship built by the Eagle Alliance. It was equipped with the Alliance's finest black technology, and in addition, there were a large number of magic power crystals stored on board. Logistics were more than adequately provided for. If not for that recent mishap, the supplies on board were definitely enough to ensure they could successfully pass through the death zone and return to the Star Sea Alliance.

Bored, Eferot meandered along the warship's deck, meticulously inspecting every node of the protective shield to ensure its integrity.

As he approached a side wing at the rear of the warship, Eferot suddenly looked up to discover a huge, gaping hole in the shield.

But this hole wasn't caused by the impact of asteroids; it was deliberately torn open.

In an instant, Eferot somersaulted to the side to dodge a claw strike that came from the darkness.

"Demon race?" Eferot's expression darkened.

"You beastmen are quite bold to venture into our demon territory. What is it? Are you planning to break the hundred-year-old alliance?"

With a slight raise of his hand, a demon warrior signaled, and three of his comrades stepped out from the shadows, forming an encircling move against Eferot.

Just as the four demon warriors were about to make their move on Eferot, Lu Hong's voice came from behind, "Gentlemen, please hold off your attack!"

The demon warriors turned around with a hint of surprise, "Humans?"

"I am the God of Valor Duke from the Holy Divine Empire, also a friend of your ancient ancestor, Frogo."

The demon warriors' brows raised, "How can you prove your identity?"

"Will this do?" As he spoke, Lu Hong activated his Divine Eye, and with the release of a hint of the Ancestral Demon's essence, the four demon warriors immediately knelt: "We have seen the God of Valor Duke!"

Whether he was the Duke of Valor or not didn't matter to these demon warriors. What mattered was that essence tied to their ancient ancestor—it couldn't be faked.

"Stand up, let's talk properly," Lu Hong helped the leading demon warrior to his feet, then asked, "What are you doing here? Didn't your entire race relocate to another star domain?"

"Speaking to the God of Valor, half a year ago, the Star Sea Alliance convened the Era of the Gods conference and formulated a war preparation plan. Therefore, we were sent back to the death zone to monitor the actions of the beastmen."

On hearing this, Lu Hong's brows slightly furrowed, "Isn't there the hundred-year-old alliance? Why prepare for the beastmen's sudden invasion?"

"You might not be fully aware, but the beast race is undergoing a change of leadership!"

"What do you mean?"

"The nine Gods of the Lionheart Royal Family have resurrected, and the Great Bright Heavenly God has decreed that it's quite possible for them to unilaterally break the alliance and start a war."

"Nine?!" Lu Hong was stunned. Where did so many Heavenly Gods come from in the Lionheart Royal Family?

Feeling Lu Hong's gaze on him, Eferot shrugged, "Don't ask me, I don't know a thing."