I Am Not The God Of Drama Chapter 1051

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Integration Faction Enters the Scene

Thud thud——thud thud——

Rumbles echoed within the Wuji Domain. The Dusk Society crowd who were currently scattered everywhere fleeing, simultaneously raised their heads to look into the distance.

Seven giant Calamities emitting terrifying Auras forcefully tore apart the Realm wall. Rolling dust blotted out the sky and sun. At this moment, situated in any corner of the Wuji Domain, one could see those ferocious giant shadows slowly moving out from the thick smoke.

“No…”

“What the hell is that???”

The Dusk Society crowd widened their eyes. They thought avoiding those four Judgment Proxies was already hard enough, how come there’s also a Calamity Invasion now?

But after pondering it carefully, they didn’t panic anymore… After all, this was the Wuji Domain, the territory of the Fire-Stealers. Even if a situation of Calamity Invasion occurred, the ones who should have a headache the most were them.

Facts proved that their guess was right.

The Butcher and that Rank 8 Path of the Scholar God even directly gave up pursuing the Dusk Society members, simultaneously rushing towards the direction of the Calamity Invasion.

Fierce winds whistled past their ears. The closer they got to that rolling smoke and dust, the more rapidly the surrounding temperature dropped, as if a cold current from the depths of the Forbidden Sea had already seeped into their bone marrow.

“Calamity Invasion… why did it have to be at this time?” The Path of the Scholar God muttered to himself.

“It’s a bit strange.” The Butcher spoke in a deep voice, “A normal Calamity Invasion should be set off by a certain Calamity territory, and all Calamities are of the same major category… But the Auras of these few Calamities before our eyes seem to be different.”

“You mean…”

Buzz——!!

A biting cold current surged out from the smoke and dust like a giant dragon’s breath. The shattered high wall and the Wuji earth were both dyed with a layer of mirror-like frost…

Seven massive giant shadows were slowly outlined from the cold wave and smoke and dust. A mysterious figure wearing a hood was standing on the skull of the leading skeletal pale wolf. That mirror-like frost dyeing the earth all spread out from his body.

Faint white mist drifted from the corners of his mouth branded with Curse Runes. A pair of sharp mirrored white eyes locked onto the Butcher and the Path of the Scholar God.

Not seven Calamities… but eight?

The Butcher frowned tightly. He sized up the “human” standing on the head of the skeletal pale wolf. Judging from posture and appearance, the other party was undoubtedly a human, but didn’t have the slightest human Aura, instead emitting a never-before-recorded Calamity scent… That was a mysterious Calamity that did not belong to any “World-Ending” subordinate.

“Not right… It’s the Integration Faction?” The Path of the Scholar God seemed to realize something. “But hasn’t the Integration Faction always been low-key and mysterious? Why would they attack a Realm at a time like this?”

“Could it be…”

The Butcher had a bad premonition.

“Where is Chen Ling?” Zhao Yi’s indifferent voice sounded in the frost and snow.

The hearts of the Butcher and the Path of the Scholar God sank simultaneously… As expected, they were here for Chen Ling again.

“The Integration Faction also wants to intervene in the matters of the Wuji Domain?” The Butcher gripped the Bone-Stripping Knife, a stern cold light flickering in his eyes.

“Chen Ling’s matter is the Integration Faction’s matter. You guys wanting to kill Chen Ling is provoking the entire Integration Faction.” Zhao Yi coldly sneered, raising his fingertips and pointing at the Realm beneath his feet,

“I don’t care about your Wuji or Fire-Stealers… Why don’t you ask this Realm under your feet, how many Calamity Invasions can it block?”

The faces of the Butcher and the Path of the Scholar God were incomparably ugly.

“Holy Son, I smell the Aura of ‘World-Ending’.” The voice of the skeletal pale wolf sounded in Zhao Yi’s ears.

Zhao Yi couldn’t be bothered to waste time with these two Judgment Proxies. He gently waved his hand,

“Get them.”

The next moment, the six Calamities behind him erupted simultaneously. Tall monsters like mountains directly trapped the Butcher and the Path of the Scholar God within.

Meanwhile, Zhao Yi bent down and grabbed the pale skull of the skeleton. The latter suddenly turned around, taking advantage of the time the two Judgment Proxies were besieged, to nimbly gallop towards the depths of the Wuji Domain, like speeding white lightning!

Waiting until completely away from the battlefield did Zhao Yi look back, wiping the sweat from his forehead with some lingering fear:

“Granny’s… Two Rank 8s? Before coming, no one said Wuji had such fierce guys?”

“Holy Son, strong individuals like this, there are more than two in the Wuji Domain.” The pale wolf sniffed its nose. “Here, just Rank 8s alone, there are eight of them… Wait… seems like nine? There’s one more scent that I almost can’t smell anymore.”

“Then can those few beat those two Rank 8s?”

Zhao Yi glanced back again at the six Calamities engaged in a chaotic battle with the two Judgment Proxies, asking with some worry.

“Can’t beat them.” The pale wolf answered decisively. “But dragging it out for a while should still be fine…”

“How long is a while?”

“Five or six minutes? In short, we have to find Chen Ling as soon as possible.”

Zhao Yi sighed a long sigh with some worry.

The Integration Faction handed the task of rescuing Chen Ling to him, and even let him take away these seven experts, enough to prove how highly they valued him… If these people all stumbled in the Wuji Domain, it would be a considerable loss to the Integration Faction, and Zhao Yi wouldn’t easily forgive himself either.

“No need to sigh, Holy Son.” The skeletal pale wolf paused for a moment. “At least, your chuunibyou speech just now truly frightened them quite a bit.”

Zhao Yi: …

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“Integration Faction???”

Off Stage, the Silver King really couldn’t bear it anymore. The gaze he looked at the Red King with wished he could swallow him alive. “Not just the Fire-Stealers and the Tianshu Domain… You actually even factored in the Integration Faction?”

The Silver King was so depressed he was almost going crazy. He originally thought his layout was already perfect enough, and there were extremely many Chess Pieces. But every time he placed a piece, the Red King could always complete a counter-kill from an angle he couldn’t expect.

Mobilizing the Lord of Tianshu, instigating Lou Yu’s defection, and drawing the Enforcers over, had already caused the Silver King to gradually become Emotionally Broken. The Integration Faction charging out at just the right time gave his arrogant confidence a heavy blow…

Was the Red King truly exhaustive in his calculations to this extent?

“Which is why I said, your vision is too narrow… You only see what you want to see, but ignore those other chess players hidden in the dark.” The Red King raised a brow, leaning back on his chair unhurriedly, his gaze leisurely looking towards a certain direction in the nothingness,

“Whether it’s you, or the Human Domains, the low-key nature of the Integration Faction has caused all of you to subconsciously ignore its existence… But in reality, its energy exceeds all of your imaginations.”

“An academic faction kicked out by the Nine Monarchs, researching humans and Calamities, how much energy can it have?” The Silver King coldly snorted. “At least, there are no Demigods among them.”

The Red King smiled, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

His eyes still looked at the nothingness, his gaze seemingly piercing through time and space, watching Zhao Yi on the back of the skeletal pale wolf, seemingly lost in thought.

“Integration Faction huh…” The Red King muttered to himself,

“Perhaps, it indeed will be more suitable.”