Wen Wen smiled wryly at the wary expressions of the three divine envoys.
These were merely low-order monsters, not worth his focused attention. His previous engagement was merely to ascertain if they possessed any usable abilities.
He had no intention of using his own powers to deal with these minor nuisances in such a public and conspicuous place, as he still needed to conceal his identity.
With that, Wen Wen snapped his fingers thrice, and three figures clad in red and black robes appeared before him.
One, whose face resembled a bizarre polygon, was Jumo, a super-powered individual under Red Beard, whom Wen Wen had captured at the old inn.
The second was an extremely beautiful woman, dressed in classic Huafu district attire with white plum blossoms printed on it. Elegant, dignified, and standing tall, she was Hu Youling.
It was just that the slit in her long skirt was a bit too high, extending twenty centimeters below her armpits…
If not for the belt that secured her clothing, the scene might have become rather inappropriate.
The last was Yan Biqing, his face etched with helplessness. The moment he saw the surroundings, he knew he would be forced to fight again.
He had recently become addicted to the Slaughter Maze, making him less enthusiastic about external combat.
"These three subordinates are for you. Also, protect this young lady and try not to harm her."
Wen Wen waved his hand and flicked an energy projectile, shattering the head of the blood-red statue.
Then, he handed over the situation to Yan Biqing and the other two and proceeded further into the Ganche Temple.
The reason he had summoned the monsters from the containment facility to engage the enemy was that he did not wish to fight in such a public place, lest his identity be deduced.
After all, the person who had called his name knew his identity.
Therefore, before entering the Qingji Plateau, Wen Wen had briefly mentioned to Yin Hu that the Black Cross might come to the Qingji Plateau to provide assistance, in response to such a situation.
Yan Biqing sighed in relief as he looked at the three divine envoys, then walked towards the scythe-wielding divine envoy.
"Since we have to fight, let's get it over with quickly. After it's done, I still want to play in the Slaughter Maze," he declared, already a severe addict of the game.
Jumo excitedly hammered his chest and charged towards the surveillance divine envoy, shouting as he ran, "My face is the best gift from the Creator, smiling is my greatest asset, Olly guy!"
Hu Youling's eyes sparkled as she gazed at the strength-based divine envoy, her cheeks flushed like peach blossoms, several tails wagging excitedly behind her.
"Handsome... you're so strong, but you're probably not just for show, right?"
The monsters' combat created a formidable spectacle. The people who had previously attended the bonfire party all hid at the edges of the surrounding wall.
This sudden battle shattered their illusions; it turned out that those divine envoys were all ferocious monsters.
However, they merely hid at the periphery; none of them left the safety camp, for they knew that staying put might only lead to death, but venturing out meant certain demise. Su Dan Novel Network.
It wasn't that no one had tried to escape, but those who did usually became sacrifices on the following night.
Amidst the chaotic battle, two little rabbits sat side-by-side in a corner, watching the show, their ears twitching.
Bai Xiaobai looked at Bai Xiaomi with suspicion, "Sister Mi, is that guy really your bodyguard?"
Bai Mi was about to deny it when she remembered Wen Wen's threat and immediately sat up straighter.
"He... he is my bodyguard, at most... he's just not that obedient."
Wen Wen stood at the temple entrance, observing the upper floor for a moment before stepping inside.
While he could delegate other monsters to the containment facility's monsters, he had to personally deal with the great divine envoy.
First, there was the matter of the safety camp. It was likely very important to the 'Crimson Sovereign,' so the great divine envoy in charge of it must know some inside information.
Second, that great divine envoy was simply too mysterious. The place he occupied had no mirrors, and Wen Wen didn't even know what he looked like, so he had to see him in person.
His sturdy leather boots struck the hard stone floor, making clear sounds. Under the dim orange light, a shadow stretched on the ground as Wen Wen walked into the main hall of the Ganche Temple.
The main halls of all the temples of the Mingwang Esoteric Buddhism enshrined the Great Buddha Mingwang, who was the reclining statue facing Wen Wen directly.
Although all the Buddha Mingwang statues were in different poses, they were all depicted in a state of deep slumber. This was because, according to mythology, the world shaped by the dreams of Buddha Mingwang would collapse once he awoke.
However, the statue before him was already headless, so Wen Wen had no idea what the sleeping posture of this Buddha Mingwang was like.
The Crimson Sovereign, seeking to become a god through faith, would naturally not keep another statue to compete for faith with him.
Wen Wen actually wanted to pay respects to Buddha Mingwang, not out of great piety or respect, but as a custom of the Huafu district.
People from the Huafu district had always paid respects to Buddhas in temples and immortals in monasteries. They would pay respects to anything related to deities whenever they encountered it.
It didn't cost anything, after all; they believed in a little bit of everything.
If he could pay respects to Buddha Mingwang, it would mean this trip to the Qingji Plateau wasn't in vain.
But with no head, it was a bit difficult to pay respects...
After a moment of thought, Wen Wen's eyes lit up. He took out his Illusionary Rainbow Mouthpiece and exhaled a cloud of golden dust, which coalesced into a golden head on the statue.
Lacking any reference, Wen Wen couldn't help but feel that this smoky head looked like the face of that sponge monster...
"It's all the same anyway, so let's leave it at that."
Wen Wen clasped his hands together and bowed, not at all piously. Now he felt at ease.
"The Mingwang is dead, the Crimson shall rise!"
"Sir, please refrain from worshipping this false god. Are you interested in learning about our savior, the great Crimson Sovereign?"
A deep voice, accompanied by heavy footsteps, echoed from the depths of the corridor. A tall figure appeared before Wen Wen.
This figure was nearly two meters tall, with bulging muscles and no hair on his head. He looked like a black mass of muscle.
He was none other than Master Dashan, who had been killed by Lu Qiyou earlier.
However, looking at the studded attire he wore now, he didn't resemble a monk at all, but more like a comic-style highway bandit.
"Never mind the statue of Buddha Mingwang; even if it were the god of poverty or the star of misfortune, I'd still bow. If you stop me from bowing, wouldn't that be an insult to me?"
Wen Wen retorted without politeness, then looked at Dashan thoughtfully:
"Low-order disaster strength, you must be Dashan, right? So, like that Lu Qiyou, you've been remade into a puppet..."
"I don't want to fight with pawns. Hurry up and come down from upstairs, you guy hiding up there. It's foolish to act so mysterious."
Dashan shook his head, "I am not here to fight you, but to persuade you to stop."
"Continuing forward will only lead to greater bloodshed. Only with the existence of this safety camp can the people outside live in peace. Your actions are actually harming them."