"You should have made this preparation when you attacked Angormulos!"

An Nuo showed no mercy.

After the summoned creature brought the enemy's body and godhead to him, Annuo activated [Sacrifice].

"Master, Tartars fights for you!"

Tatars stood up again and knelt down to swear allegiance to Anno with his staff in hand.

Anno ignored the newcomer's report and looked towards the sky in the distance, muttering, "The guys like Tatars are all injured gods who are recuperating in seclusion. The remaining gods who escaped at the beginning are now participating in the second operation against Angomlos. If we take action against them, we will most likely be discovered in advance."

Now Anno only has five middle-level god summons, such as Sosi and Tatars, and four middle-level psychic gods.

Together with the remaining summoned legions, their strength is enough to crush most middle-level gods.

But these forces were not enough to protect Angormloth.

"Master, these guys want to escape, what should we do?"

A team of summons brought Tartars' servants to Anno like chickens.

These servants of the gods saw that the gods they believed in and served had just been besieged and killed by this group of powerful beings, and now they stood up again. Instead of being happy, they were filled with infinite fear.

"Great God, please let me go!"

Looking at the God’s servants who kept begging for mercy, Annuo raised his eyebrows, and the summoned creatures around him immediately executed these Gods.

"A soul at the peak of the ninth level cannot be wasted."

An Nuo cast [Sacrifice to God] again, and dozens of peak ninth-level summons appeared around him.

These summoned creatures of the Gods were also endowed with [Wild Fury], and when they fought, they were as powerful as dozens of one-star God Hunters.

Looking at the summoned creatures around him, Annuo stroked his chin and began to ponder.

"The mid-level god-level [Sacrifice to God] has increased the size of my summoned army to a terrifying 20,000! But if I want to form a god-level summoned army, even if they are all lower-level gods, it is simply impossible in a short period of time.

However, 21,000 Star Hunters should be able to cope with this crisis!"

A red light suddenly flashed in An Nuo's eyes.

After setting the goal, Annuo immediately took action.

The first Protoss to be dealt with are naturally the ones that had invaded Angomlos before and are currently invading Angomlos.

The Brahma Protoss, the Six-Eyed Protoss, the Tianyu Protoss, the Titan Protoss... and the familiar Lishan Protoss!

Collecting souls requires Annuo to be present on site, so Annuo needs to go to every gathering place of the gods in person.

However, the God Realm is too big, and Annuo's identity is not suitable for riding the God Realm's cross-domain teleportation array - in this God Realm with so many powerful people, Annuo is worried that his identity will be exposed.

Everything has to be done step by step.

The first thing Annuo wanted to investigate was whether there were any gods on the list in the area where he was currently located.

After sending a ninth-level summoned creature to a nearby city for some investigation, Annuo actually found a race.

Lishan clan!

"hehe."

After getting the information, An Nuo couldn't help but grin and said, "It seems like God wants you to die!"

Speaking of the Lishan tribe, Annuo thought of Adelaide who was almost killed by the Lishan tribe.

If it weren't for Tiamat's protection, Adelaide would have left Anno before Liz.

"Walk!"

After putting away all the summoned creatures, An Nuo turned into a stream of light and flew towards the Lishan Clan’s territory.

…

"Chief, I think we should stop now. Angomelos is a place where even the gods fell in droves. It is ridiculous for us, the Lishan tribe, to take advantage of the situation and rob Angomelos!"

"Asshole!"

The chief of the Lishan tribe slapped the thin tribesman in front of him and sent him flying, even knocking out several of his teeth.

But the clan leader showed no mercy and angrily said, "You spineless thing, I think not only your body is a mutant, but your mind is also mutated. You are not worthy of being a member of the Lishan Clan!"

The man lying on the ground in the room looked like a child among a group of strong men under the contrast of the surrounding Lishan gods.

He has no muscles on his body and looks like a weak scholar.

In the Lishan clan, he is indeed an outlier.

But he still wanted to dissuade the patriarch.

"Chief! We have already lost so many strong men in the last war, and that was with the participation of the gods. In this war, the gods are simply using us as cannon fodder to consume Angomlos's strength, and they haven't even taken action. If we can't stop at the brink, and all the masters in our tribe are lost, we will be wiped out by the surrounding gods!"

But the man's dissuasion did not shake the determination of the Mountain God Clan leader.

It is precisely because the losses in the last war were so great that we have to make up for it this time.

Many gods fell, and Angomlos also suffered heavy losses.

Now Angormloth might be filled with treasures of the gods.

Even if there is no treasure, the leader of the Lishan tribe cannot bear the fact that as long as one participates in the war, he will be given a magical weapon as a gift.

"Kick this disgraceful fellow out of the family tree!"

After saying this, the patriarch turned around.

The man was easily caught by the guards in the room and walked out the door.

"You are short-sighted. As long as a powerful god-level warrior emerges from our clan during the war, the Lishan Clan will directly swallow up the resources of the surrounding weaker clans and become a strong clan. We must participate in this war."

Boom~!

The ground suddenly trembled, and the face of the patriarch of the Lishan Clan suddenly changed. He rushed out of his residence and rushed towards the scene of the incident.

When he arrived above the tribe's land, he found that the entire Lishan tribe had turned into a hellish scene.

War, explosions, cries, and calls for help...

The ones who created all this were a group of ninth-level warriors.

"Asshole, where is the Wei army?"

“Roar~!”

Along with roars, high-level auras gathered from below behind the patriarch.

“It’s out!”

An Nuo, who was in the sky far away, looked at the group of Lishan gods emitting powerful magical fluctuations and ordered: "Start harvesting!"

"Yes, sir!"

Then, waves of divine aura erupted among the Lishan Clan.