Chapter 1241: Draining With No Corpses
In a battlefield in the starry sky, dazzling starlight shone down, and the sound of a very unique drum echoed out, filled with immortal magic that made the void tremble.
They were called the god-crushing drums. They were one of the signature weapons of the patrolling battalions of the Longscale Regiment, and they were designed to flush gods out of hiding. They could sense traces of gods in a wide area, and were very sensitive to mutagen. Guided by the sound of the drums, five ships from the patrol regiment veered off and shot into a specific direction.
The remaining battalions continued on their way to continue inspecting other areas. They would not just sit and wait for the five battalions to complete their mission and return.
And thus, time slipped by. Before the remaining battalions could reach any other locations to inspect, a message came in from the ships that had departed. The person delivering the message sounded a bit flummoxed.
“Exalted one, we’ve followed the drums to Planet Graytomb, where the gods were erecting an altar. However, the only thing here are dead gods.... There’s nothing else. Some unknown party apparently arrived before us and wiped thēm out.”
In the main patrol group was the man in charge of the mission, a middle-aged cultivator with a stern look on his face. He wore a blue-colored suit of scale armor, and he pulsed with the extraordinary fluctuations of a peak Quasi-Immortal.
After receiving the message, he opened his eyes, revealing a thoughtful look. In this relatively large section of the battlefield, the Longscale Regiment was the only group tasked with carrying out patrols. And yet, some unknown party had beaten them to the punch....
After only a moment of consideration, the middle-aged cultivator issued new orders. Shortly after, all of the flying ships changed course and sped through the starry sky toward Planet Graytomb. Before long, ripples spread out through the void outside Planet Graytomb, where the Profound, Overlook, Ink, Spirit, and Wing Battalions waited. Then the rest of the flying ships arrived.
The Quasi-Immortal leader flew off his ship, followed by over a hundred members of his personal guard. Looking like shooting stars, they flew directly toward the planet. After landing... all of them looked around with strange expressions on their faces.
The god altar had clearly been destroyed, and the surroundings were littered with god corpses. The corpses had clearly been sucked dry. It wasn’t a case of them having been killed with fatal blows. They had clearly been milked for all of the ringsource they contained. It had been accomplished very tidily. Not one bit of ringsource was left behind.
The Longscale cultivators exchanged awkward glances. This was definitely not how the Longscale Regiment operated.
The leader looked around at the members of his guard and said, “This looks more like the work of a squadron of Corpsedrainers.... Such efficiency.”