Read! In order to seize the most resources, Morag used the most extensive strategy for the arrangement of his army.
He used every bit of power to the extreme to ensure the highest efficiency in plundering resources.
This was a rather brilliant strategy, but when Wolfe returned to Dylan, this strategy became the death knell for Morag's army.
"The only way now is to kill Wolfe!" Morag looked at the sky coldly. Wolfe seemed to have noticed his gaze and slowly shifted his gaze.
Wolfe was a god with rich experience in Divine Wars. He knew that he had the absolute advantage, so even if he found the enemy, he was not in a hurry to act.
After all, the incident today was too strange. The mysterious death of Steel Wolf made him feel that someone was manipulating everything behind the scenes. He did not want to act rashly.
However, no matter what Wolfe thought, Morag had no way out. He had to kill Frostfire Two-headed Wolf.
"Sir, what are you going to do?" Robert looked at Morag in despair. He could not imagine how the latter, who had just advanced, could fight Wolfe.
His Highness Frostfire Two-headed Wolf was a powerhouse who could fight a Level Seven God.
Morag did not say a word. He knew that Wolfe was waiting for him to make the first move and reveal an opening, but he had no other choice.
"If that's the case …" Morag made up his mind. With a slight thought, a ray of light began to flash in his spirit sense.
The next moment, a series of data appeared on his retina. This was something that only he could see. If there were people who had played King of Pantheon, they would be very familiar with this data.
In the game, this had a name that all players were familiar with — the Skill Panel.
That's right, although he could not transmigrate with the entire game system, he brought Morag a Skill Panel.
Of course, a single Skill Panel was not as powerful as the Evil God's Shrine. However, since Morag was familiar with history, the combination of the two gave him a huge advantage.
He could always make the best choice, and at the same time, he had the ability to explode with super high combat power.
On the other hand, because the Skill Tree did not affect Morag's actual realm, this improvement was hard to see from the outside. Therefore, very few people noticed his abnormality.
The only thing a Skill Tree could really affect was combat power.
A crazed look appeared on Morag's face. He added all the experience gained from killing monsters in the past into one skill.
That was his favorite swordsmanship in his previous life. It was also a swordsmanship that only those who had reached the realm of gods were qualified to use. Its name was "Divine Punishment".
The Divine Punishment Sword Technique wasn't very powerful in the early stages, but once the skill's level was high, it would have unexpected effects.
Level 1, Level 2, Level 3 … With the continuous infusion of skill experience, Morag leveled up the Divine Punishment Swordsmanship to Level 10 in the blink of an eye.
Level 10 was the limit of what he could do in this realm. If he continued to improve, he would reach the level of a Lord God, which was not something Morag could control at all.
But even a level-10 swordsmanship was far beyond Morag's current realm.
After activating the skill, Morag's body slowly floated into the sky and stared at Woolf in the air.
For a close combat swordsman like him, fighting in the air was actually disadvantageous. On the other hand, Woolf's Ice and Fire Rule was not affected.
But Morag couldn't care less. He knew that he only had the power for one attack. His Divine Power could only support him for one strike!
After one strike, it was either succeed or die!
Woolf didn't even have time to speak before he saw the enemy in front of him suddenly swing his sword. A golden light cut through the sky and instantly slashed at him.
This strike was as fast as lightning, and all of Woolf's rules were instantly cut through. He stared blankly at the golden light in front of him, and then he lost consciousness.
In the eyes of the others, Woolf was directly hit by the golden light, and a golden line appeared between his eyebrows. Then, his body slowly collapsed and fell from the sky.
After doing all this, Morag also fell from the sky as if all his strength had been sucked out.
His deputy, Robert, hurriedly went up to catch him. Fortunately, Morag was only pale, and he was still conscious. It was because he had overexerted his Divine Power.
Morag struggled to prop himself up and said to Robert, "Everything will go according to plan."
Morag heaved a sigh of relief when he successfully killed Woolf. Fortunately, he still had the skill panel …
However, at this moment, he saw Robert looking behind him in horror as if he had seen a ghost.
Morag suddenly turned around, only to see an unfamiliar figure standing behind him, looking at him with great interest.
"Who are you?" Morag asked subconsciously.
He quickly flipped through his memories, trying to find the corresponding role of the person in front of him, but to no avail.
The person did not speak. He only looked at him with a smile, and then waved his hand gently, completely erasing Morag's consciousness.
…
When he woke up again, Morag found himself in a secret room.
The secret room was completely isolated from the outside world, making it impossible for him to determine the time and location. Under the dim light, there was not a single person around, much less any landmark.
His Divine Power was completely sealed by a special force. Frowning, Morag stood up and carefully looked around.
Then, he found a book on the table next to him. The cover of the book was blank, and there was no name on it. However, the contents of the book shocked Morag.
Written on it was his complete resume, from when he came to this world inexplicably to when he climbed up step by step.
"Curious, are you? Why would we collect information about you? "A voice came from in front of him, with a hint of mockery.
Morag looked up and saw a figure wrapped in a black robe standing in front of him. It was the person he had seen earlier.
"Who the hell are you?!" Morag said sternly. He had a bad feeling in his heart. It seemed that he had been targeted by some force.
"Welcome to the Transmigrator Alliance," the black-robed man said with a smile. "You can call me 'Gu'. Oh, I mean 'Gu'. "
Morag looked at the man who called himself 'Gu' in front of him. He was no longer in the mood to care about his name. All his attention was attracted by those five words.
Transmigrator Alliance!
"You mean …"
"That's right." Gu Nan nodded. "There are many transmigrators like you and me. We gathered together to form this alliance, and then recruited more transmigrators from all over the world."
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