Global Evolution: I Transplanted the Supreme Divine Heart

Chapter 664 - 661: Pawns and Sacrifices

The Pavir Plateau, a secluded valley.

Pang Bo clutched his chest, his face still somewhat pale. The backlash from the master-servant contract was still affecting his condition.

"In my current state, trying to keep a close watch on that Earth native is probably very difficult. I can only rely on the followers left by Prince Gaton, as they did not directly sign a master-servant contract with him and therefore did not suffer the backlash."

The hierarchy among the Sea Race is strict, and every Sea Prince and their generals sign a "master-servant contract."

When a Sea Prince dies, generals who are servants suffer great damage, like Pang Bo.

However, the number of master-servant contracts that can be signed is limited. Each follower servant occupies the "master’s" spiritual power limit!

As a close combat physical profession, Gaton did not place particular importance on his spiritual power limit, which also meant that his Spirit Attribute was not very high.

Gaton had a total of only four Awakened servants.

Thus, Gaton only signed contracts with four "servant leaders."

Each servant leader would then sign contracts with several "mid-level servants"; beneath the mid-level servants were the lower-level cannon fodder servants.

Of course, even lower-level cannon fodder servants were Advanced Awakened with hero templates, their strength not inferior to well-known players of Earth’s A-level league.

This is the foundation of Stilan Star as a Tier Two Evolutionary Planet, its comprehensive strength far superior to Earth’s.

Pang Bo ordered his mid-level servants and their subordinate lower-level servants to gather information.

Unfortunately, in the initial battle at Skalaste Peak, the servants under Pang Bo suffered heavy losses, being almost completely killed by the Huaxia Battle Group, now leaving only a small number.

It wasn’t long before a mid-level servant stepped into the valley, a hint of panic on his face.

"Lord Pang Bo!"

"What happened?" Pang Bo suddenly sat up.

"Prince Nabo Gang has sent two envoys, and they have arrived!"

"Great!" Pang Bo was extremely excited. "Is it Lord Pick and Lord Haqin? Quickly invite them over..."

This mid-level servant found it a bit odd.

Prince Nabo Gang and Prince Gaton have never been on good terms.

Why is Lord Pang Bo so close to Prince Nabo Gang’s generals?

He didn’t dare think too much of it. With Prince Gaton dead, people were in disarray, and turning to the stronger Prince Nabo Gang seemed like a good path.

Soon, Pick and Haqin stepped into the valley.

Pick, from the Tiger Shark Sea Race, was muscular, more ferocious than Pang Bo’s original partner—Batali.

Haqin, from the less common "Flying Fish" Sea Race, looked hunchbacked and emaciated, seemingly about to crumble at the slightest breeze.

Pang Bo knew well how terrifying the real face of Flying Fish Haqin was. The Flying Fish tribe was originally a star group within the Sea Race, with Haqin being one of its elites.

Pang Bo put on a smile, "With you two brothers here, I feel much at ease..."

"Let’s save the small talk for later."

Flying Fish Haqin said plainly, "We’ve come here by orders to obtain all information about the Earth native battle group from you! Especially regarding their leader, the one who killed Prince Gaton, as detailed as possible."

Pang Bo felt a bit uneasy. If this information was given away, his value would quickly diminish.

"You don’t want to give it?"

Flying Fish Haqin sneered coldly, "Pang Bo, although you haven’t signed a master-servant contract with Prince Nabo Gang, don’t forget that your offspring and family are under the control of Prince Nabo Gang."

Prince Nabo Gang, a Spiritual Talent Awakened, rarely signed master-servant contracts to reduce the occupation of the "spiritual power limit." Instead, he mastered the vital points of various generals under his command through other methods, forcing them to obey.

Pang Bo sighed and could only comply.

He didn’t know much about the Huaxia Battle Group, but simulating the appearance and skill traits of a few key figures using Professional Energy was not an issue.

"Also, the leader of that Earth native group has a permanent team relationship, with two other native women."

In Pang Bo’s hand, blue energy swirled, sketching images of the Wushan Divine Lady and the Blood Spider.

Bai Pu and the Wushan Divine Lady, and the Blood Spider used the "Three Arrows Oath" item to form a team, providing team members not only with joint battle damage reduction but also a deeper coordinate bond connection.

For example, the Blood Spider once summoned Bai Pu to the Heart Demon World using the teammate relationship.

This permanent team relationship, unlike the temporary Huaxia Battle Group formed through legion tasks, had distinctions in intimacy.

For Earth Awakened, they could not perceive this coordinate bond connection.

But for the far more advanced Spiritual Essence civilization and the technologically mature Sea Race, noticing such a coordinate bond and identifying permanent team members was a matter of common sense.

"Okay. I’ll inform His Highness of what you said."

Flying Fish Haqin waved his hand, "Pick, let’s go."

"Ah? You’re leaving already?" Pang Bo felt uneasy once more, having the feeling of becoming a discarded pawn.

Tiger Shark Sea Race Pick looked at Pang Bo, with a hint of pity in his eyes, coughed, and said, "Pang Bo, you’ve been targeted. That Earth native leader will soon find you."

"Ah?"

Pang Bo was stunned, "Two brothers... two lords, lend me a hand, take me away. I am still of use to Prince Nabo Gang."

Flying Fish Haqin glared at Tiger Shark Pick and said in a cold tone, "Pang Bo, accept your fate. We are all just pawns. Before you die, do not say anything you shouldn’t. Prince Nabo Gang will take good care of your family."

The two quickly left, leaving behind a despondent and powerless Pang Bo.

Of course, he knew why Flying Fish Haqin was unwilling to take him along.

Because the Earth native leader would continue to track him, consequently discovering Haqin and Pick, ruining Prince Nabo Gang’s plans.

What bad luck, being tailed by an Earth native.

"Lord Pang Bo... should we run?" the mid-level servant asked cautiously.

It was evident he already knew that Pang Bo had always been Prince Nabo Gang’s plant.

But what did knowing now matter? With Prince Gaton dead, pursuing such things was meaningless.

"I cannot escape. Forget it, I’m tired."

Pang Bo leaned against the cliff, his huge body slumping to the ground, "You can escape... I release your contract."

The Earth natives surely had a tracking method, able to locate his coordinates directly. Otherwise, Prince Nabo Gang wouldn’t have so cleanly abandoned him.

Pang Bo closed his eyes, past scenes appeared before him.

The images froze on his family, on his children.

Perhaps... being born in the Earthly Divine Kingdom of Musulu—on Stilan Star, was an unfortunate thing.