West led the group to Chen Zhao's hotel room and knocked on the door.
Moore's hand was in a cast and bandage.
The others were more or less injured too.
Chen Zhao had already asked the hotel staff to prepare a table full of sumptuous dishes.
He looked up at the group. "Sit down."
The group didn't stand on ceremony. They sat down in a circle.
Those who wanted to eat, those who wanted to drink, drank.
"How's your situation?" Chen Zhao asked casually.
The others were all busy eating. Only West said, "It's not good."
"Huh? Why not? "
"After participating in the Battle of Holy Glory this time, we discovered that our team's strength is probably at the second level of all the participating teams. Apart from the top few teams, we can basically deal with most of the teams, but apart from fighting, we're practically useless." "Even in battle, our hands and feet are tied. We might not even be able to use 60% of our strength."
"Do you know the problem?"
"President, our problem is you."
"Me?"
"Yes, you." West nodded. "You've really influenced us too much."
In the words of the Chinese, success was because of Xiao He, and failure was also because of Xiao He.
Chen Zhao had succeeded the Supernatural Organization and made it from a nameless and even marginalized supernatural organization to the top supernatural organization in North America.
In North America, there were basically no other organizations that could fight against the Supernatural Organization.
But Chen Zhao's influence on the organization was too great.
Everyone was used to fighting alongside Chen Zhao.
This also restricted the organization.
If the battlefield was only in North America.
It wouldn't matter if Chen Zhao joined the battlefield or not.
However, if it was a higher level battlefield or arena, with a higher level opponent, then it would be a different story.
Their habits would become their Achilles' heel.
Chen Zhao would always choose the strongest enemy.
They would never have to worry about whether Chen Zhao could defeat the enemy.
They were even worried that Chen Zhao's opponent would lose too quickly and Chen Zhao would join their battle.
But when Chen Zhao wasn't by their side, everything was messed up.
Chen Zhao and West communicated.
Chen Zhao roughly understood the problem West was talking about.
Actually, everyone had already felt it in the past.
However, at that time, no one had truly realized the severity of the situation.
It wasn't until this moment that they felt it most directly.
In the past, when West was leading the team, he kept emphasizing that he didn't want Chen Zhao to interfere.
But they also knew that Chen Zhao could intervene at any time.
But it was different this time. The rules restricted Chen Zhao and also restricted them.
In a trial of this scale, the help Chen Zhao could provide them was very limited.
Even if Chen Zhao had a way for them to cheat, he wouldn't do it.
It wasn't because Chen Zhao was fair and just, but because it was meaningless.
What they wanted was neither a title nor a reward.
What they needed was a trial to prove themselves.
"President, do you know about the anomaly in the Wasteland Market? Yesterday's terrifying earthquake in the Desolate Market. "
"If I say I don't know, would you believe me?"
"That super earthquake had something to do with you?" Of course, West didn't believe it.
Also, from Chen Zhao's expression, the earthquake wasn't just related to him.
It was even possible that Chen Zhao was the main cause of this disaster.
Chen Zhao ignored West's question.
"Heliz, if I give you a God's body, can you make it into a zombie puppet?"
Everyone turned to look at Chen Zhao.
"Guild Leader, did you kill another God?"
"No."
Chen Zhao shook his head and told them what he'd experienced in the Desolate Market.
Everyone listened with their mouths agape.
They'd thought that they'd already experienced many ups and downs in the Desolate Market trial.
But after hearing Chen Zhao's words, they didn't know what to say anymore.
Was what they'd done a trial?
Compared to Chen Zhao, they felt like they were playing house.
"I killed that Red Demon and the God's body became my spoils of war."
"President, let me see it." Heliz was very interested in the God's body.
"Rouen, go set up a magic seal to seal the aura," West said.
Rouen nodded. He also wanted to see the God's body first.
He even wanted to get some materials from God's body.
But he still went to set up the magic seal obediently.
A while later, Chen Zhao took out the God's body.
Even though it was a corpse, the majestic power it contained made everyone's heart palpitate.
Chen Zhao looked up at Heliz.
"What do you think? Can I? If you can, it's yours. "
Heliz shook her head regretfully.
If she could, she'd be happy to make a God's body into her puppet.
But she didn't have enough power.
"President, I can't do it."
"Can't do it? Is it because you don't have enough magic? Or do you need a lot of time? "Chen Zhao asked.
"Neither. It's the divinity in the God's body. As long as it exists, it can't fall or be corroded by my death magic."
"Is there a way to get rid of the divinity?"
"President, let's not talk about whether there's a way to get rid of the divinity. Even if there's a way, the body's value will be greatly reduced," Rouen said. Rouen Faxiben said, "The reason why this corpse is the body of God is that it contains divinity. Without this divinity, it is just a relatively strong corpse."
"So it's useless?" Chen Zhao asked, disappointed.
"President, give me the corpse." Rouen Faxi was so excited that he almost lost control.
A God's body! It was even rarer than a dragon.
No, to him, dragons weren't rare at all.
The dragon balls in the Supernatural Organization's warehouse were enough for them to play with.
Even if they wanted to drink dragon bone soup every day, it wouldn't be a problem.
But a God's body was different.
After all, even if Chen Zhao killed a God, there were no Gods in the world for him to kill.
It wasn't the era of Gods anymore.
That was why this God's body was so precious.
"What a waste," West said.
He didn't know what this God's body could be used for.
West wasn't worried about blaspheming Gods.
He didn't fear Gods at all.
But if it was used by Rouen Faxben for all kinds of experiments, or even cut into pieces by him, it was simply a blasphemy against a rare treasure.
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