"Go."

"See him off."

As he spoke, Ma Ran grasped Su Qiangwei, and their bodies paused in mid-air.

After more than ten seconds, their figures flickered and vanished without a trace.

When Ma Ran and Su Qiangwei appeared again, they had already arrived at the other end of the Blood Mist Star—in a concealed cellar deep in the ocean.

"You still found me."

In the cellar, a burly, rugged-featured red-skinned alcoholic lay leaning against a stone bed, looking as if he was at the end of his strength: "You are ten times more cautious and perceptive than I expected."

As he spoke, he struggled to sit up, his sharp gaze sweeping over Ma Ran and Su Qiangwei, before softening quickly: "Don’t act rashly!"

"I am willing to surrender!"

It was obvious that the person speaking was the "seed" left by the Second Generation God of Slaughter, Ti Sheng.

"Although I inherited all of His memories, essentially, I’m just an innocent bystander with the memories of a god."

"There are no irreconcilable conflicts or grievances between us."

"If you don’t kill me, I can return to Earth with you now and contribute to the socialist cause!"

Upon hearing these words, Ma Ran and Su Qiangwei immediately knew that what he inherited was definitely more than just the memories of the previous God of Slaughter; most likely, he inherited everything from the initial God of Slaughter as well.

Su Qiangwei sneered, her hand trembling, the Water Quality Thunder Spear suddenly materializing, surrounded by lightning, illuminating the entire cavern instantly: "What are you pretending for? Taking us for fools?"

"You must die today!"

A dead enemy is a good enemy.

Master Qiangwei never believed in turning swords into plowshares.

The Eldest Prince Li Tang?

Ah...

That doesn’t count.

He was a captive who turned to the light after being charmed by Comrade Ma Xiansheng’s charisma.

Moreover, he is a cultured person who can contribute to the construction of China’s mecha industry.

What use is this Ti Sheng?

No Divine format, no body, even the divine soul is annihilated, just equivalent to a normal human with thousands of years of memories of cultivating believers, completely useless to Earth! Bringing him back would be a waste of air!

Upon hearing this, the red-skinned alcoholic with a heroic appearance flashed his eyes, opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

Although weak, he indeed is Ti Sheng, fully acknowledging his own identity!

Even when he just revived, he had thought about developing in silence, making a comeback, and then seeking revenge on Su Qiangwei and Ma Ran.

The concept of a clever rabbit having three burrows originated from Earth Civilization, but unfortunately, he hadn’t learned the essence of it, owning only this one "refuge" and three "protective locks."

If he were to be killed here, Ti Sheng would be utterly finished, annihilated in the river of history.

To this day, finding himself in this outcome, besides feeling regretful and unbelievable, he could only blame himself.

Come to think of it, with Ti Sheng’s character, without a hundred percent assurance, he would never recklessly rush in to attempt an assassination.

So...

From the very start of the divine war, he had fallen into Ma Ran and Su Qiangwei’s inescapable trap!

These two Earth humans had mastered techniques to influence and manipulate the emotions of deities!

Originally, he was wary because of the intel fragments in the Divine fragment, yet he still fell for it.

Escaping now is impossible.

Having this thought, Ti Sheng gritted his teeth, dropped his pretense, and threatened: "Zhu Hanyi, Wu Di, Zhang Qianren, Cheng Lixing, Sikong Si!"

"And that little golden round thing..."

"If I die here, all of them, and even the entire Blood Mist Star, will completely perish!"

This is the first protective lock.

Ti Sheng, not bothering with suspense, continued: "I can tell you want the believer resources on this planet too."

"If I take them down with me, you’ll get nothing, and it’ll even be a blood loss!"

"To show my sincerity..."

"I can use the divine power I previously accumulated to help you ’soul search’ that little nobody, Sikong Si."

"He harbors great secrets!"

At this point, he accelerated his speech to the extreme: "As a successor who surpasses the initial God of Slaughter, I’ve operated for thousands of years, amassed many resources, and before death, just a thought would forcefully break the spatial barrier, exposing Earth’s coordinates to other deities!"

This is the second protective lock.

"The tiers of divine power, from low to high, are divided into weak, lower rank, middle rank, and upper rank."

"The previous God of Slaughter was merely a lucky bearer of weak divine power, even I only possess abilities slightly stronger than a lower rank god, and my rank is equivalent to his."

"You want to kill me, I’ll employ a one-use Divine artifact to open a channel between Earth and the ’Divine Court,’ and drag you down with me!"

"Show some divine mercy, and we’ll see each other down the road!"

Ma Ran raised his eyes, giving the other party a light glance. As if these words meant nothing to him.

The divine ranking system he had known for a long time.

The intel gained from the [Prophet] medal had fewer opportunities to save the day, but adding the finishing touch was still easy.

As for the "Divine Court"...

That’s a new term, just right for limiting foreknowledge, observing more future intel.

Silently noting it down, Ma Ran’s gaze locked onto Ti Sheng, calmly saying: "If you have no other last words, you may die now."

He wanted to extract more from the other party’s mouth.

The means of forcibly extracting memories from an enemy’s mind, Ma Ran had mastered before and after encountering Zhang Heng Civilization.

However, opponents like Ti Sheng usually have means to self-destruct their memories, so if they voluntarily provide useful info, that would be best.

However...

The conflict between them is irreconcilable.

Hatred is just one aspect, the obsession of the initial God of Slaughter is equivalent to a lock, locking down the majority of Ti Sheng’s potential, limiting his power and rank.

If there’s a chance, Ti Sheng will definitely think about eliminating Ma Ran and Su Qiangwei.

Ti Sheng was first stunned, inwardly lamenting these two guys’ lack of principle, gritting his teeth, he said bitterly: "The Slaughter Divine format isn’t much use to you, is it?"

"If I’m willing to cooperate, I can completely help you cultivate the third generation Earthling God of Slaughter!"

This is the third protective lock, to abandon part of his benefits in exchange for survival.

As long as Ma Ran agreed, he had a way to stay alive!

Standing by, Su Qiangwei couldn’t help but burst into laughter upon hearing this: "That thing’s already been smashed by me."

Ti Sheng: "???

Are all Earthlings so wasteful?

That Divine format had boundless potential, its upper limit at least a middle rank god; with effort, reaching upper rank god wasn’t impossible, enough to buy the entire Earth, though perhaps not excessive, the value wasn’t too far off, right!

Ma Ran appeared calm.

Up to now, he hadn’t gained much from the Slaughter Divine format, but he could make others believe he had benefited plenty from it.

The [play] is omnipresent, at any moment, it can exert enough power and value!

To achieve this, Ma Ran didn’t even need a script, just an announcement in the name of the [Game Main God] Xuan would suffice.