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Chapter 935 The King
With a series of cracking sounds, the gray-white light in the sky dimmed, and the barrier of the sword guardian shattered.

And so the monsters, like a pack of hungry wolves facing a lamb, charged down into the basin, while the ancient gods slid slowly down the hillside.

His skin was dark red, and he had three legs and two arms. Tentacles, like hair, spread out on his head and waved silently in the void. It was these tentacles that had severely injured the Sword Guardian and drained the God of Eternal Night.

No one knows why a god among strange beings would kill his own people, but he clearly has no intention of letting humanity go either.

As its tentacles gently waved, some of the monsters rushing forward were sucked dry, while the spiritual monsters were completely reduced to nothingness. In an instant, all the monsters stopped in their tracks, awaiting the instructions of the only remaining deity present.

The ancient god strolled gracefully through the tribe; it did not slaughter humans, but the humans had already developed a desire to rebel.

With her rationality at its lowest, Nia charged towards the nearest group of monsters and began a massacre, while Lu Li, carrying Ah Huo in one hand, charged towards the ancient god.

Whoosh whoosh—

The tentacles on the head of the ancient god shot out one after another, piercing Ah Huo's snow-white belly. In just an instant, Ah Huo was riddled with holes, but this was not a fatal wound for Ah Huo.

While treating Ah Huo, Lu Li suddenly rushed closer and unleashed a powerful strike. His explosive power was even stronger than in the past few days, and the chanting within his body resounded loudly. With just one strike, he severed several tentacles of the ancient gods.

However, the numerical gap still existed. The ancient god swung its claws and instantly disemboweled Ah Huo, the twisting force contorting Ah Huo's obese body into a pretzel.

Lu Li was also affected by this force and was thrown back by the shock, crashing into a stone pillar of the Holy Path and shattering it.

"cough--"

Lu Li coughed up blood, but at the same time, the Origin Spirit Seed worked efficiently to heal his injuries. He then focused on treating Ah Huo, preparing to fight back once more.

With his signal to wage war against Nia, even the ancient gods could no longer suppress the restless monsters. Suddenly, chaos ensued, and a large number of monsters began to attack the tribe's humans.

The ancient gods seemed to be enraged by Lu Li's attack, whispering, "Sashar... Sissil..."

Lu Li didn't care what this oddly-looking creature was saying; facing the desperate situation before him, his mind was inexplicably at peace.

When he launched another attack, he didn't take Ah Huo with him, but instead sent Ah Huo to protect the humans in the tribe.

As the chaotic battle began, Lu Li's left arm was torn off by the Ancient God in an instant. Ignoring the pain, he twisted his waist as he regenerated and swept out with his sword again. Although it was blocked by the Ancient God's tentacles, he still killed many of the strange creatures around the Ancient God.

Faced with such a huge numerical gap, every time Lu Li clashed with the ancient god, he felt as if his bones were about to fall apart, and his flesh and soul were wailing. If it weren't for his extremely domineering external martial arts skills, he would probably have been turned into a pile of minced meat in the collision.

Even so, Lu Li's original stats were not enough to support him in fighting against a real ancient god. After just a few moves, he was sent flying again, his body twisted into a pretzel, barely clinging to life.

The ancient god did not continue its attack. Instead, it opened its lamprey-like mouth, grabbed a human from the tribe who was fleeing in panic, and stuffed it into its mouth to chew.

The humans in the tribe scattered and fled like lambs being hunted by a pack of wolves. However, no matter how they ran, they were only struggling in despair, which only excited the strange creatures more.

Some brave people picked up weapons or even farm tools and fought the monster, like throwing an egg against a rock, creating a spectacular display of blood.

In just half a minute, even though the monsters were happy to kill humans and enjoy the hunt, most of the tribe's people died.

Emily ran through the woods, panting, but she didn't stop. She ran all the way to the other side of the terraced fields and saw all sorts of strange and bizarre creatures standing by the fields.

When the strange creatures saw her, they walked toward her, trampling across the field and burying the seeds that had no chance of sprouting deeper into the soil.

Seeing this, Emily screamed and, instead of running away, raised her hoe and charged at the monsters, yelling, "Don't step on it!"

In that moment, she forgot her fear, forgot how cruel the monster was when it devoured humans, and only saw the thriving sapling in the monster's path.

boom--

Just then, a figure crashed into the front from the side. He seemed to be knocked away, but he was extremely fast, smashing the strange creatures that were walking side by side in the field into a mess.

He coughed up blood in mid-air, but as he spun around, he saw the scene below him and narrowly managed to brake, stopping just two meters in front of the sapling.

"FUCK, what the hell are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to stay in the forbidden area?!"

Nia roared as he coughed up blood; he was clearly out of his mind and had forgotten that the forbidden area was no longer safe.

At this moment, his body was covered with bloody holes, but those holes were strangely healing, and ugly, eerie tails grew out of those holes, waving around his body like tentacles.

Nia looked down and saw the change in himself, and laughed, "I never thought I'd become so fashionable one day."

The strange creatures swarmed around again, and Emily rushed toward Nia.

"Don't come any closer! Or I'll kill you too!"

Nia's voice sounded like a wild beast roaring, as she swung her large hand, tearing several monsters to shreds.

The next moment, he felt someone hug his waist, while strange, dismembered corpses rained down beside him.

"Nia, it's alright, don't be afraid."

The girl's voice came from below. Compared to Nia, she was like a rag doll, not even reaching his chest.

She was clearly the weakest person here, her voice trembling as she spoke, yet she was comforting the strongest beast, telling it not to be afraid.

Nia had already raised her hand high, but at this moment she was inexplicably moved, and even the restless tentacles that had grown on her body gradually softened and drooped down.

For a moment, he felt as if he had returned to his childhood, when he was afraid of the dark at night, and his mother would gently pat him and softly tell him not to be afraid.

Yes, Nia was actually very scared. He was not as strong as he appeared. He was always afraid of becoming a monster, of becoming something that was not human.

Because his body and soul are the only things his mother left him, he feels ashamed to face his deceased mother. But if they could meet in the afterlife, he hopes his mother would recognize him, even if she scolds him.

But the company's transformation made him grow taller and taller, and the devouring of monsters made him less and less human, to the point that he was losing his last vestiges of consciousness.

"do not be afraid……"

The girl's voice gradually faded, bringing Nia back to his senses. It turned out that the tentacles on his body had already reacted on their own and pierced through the girl's abdomen.

"Emily?"

Nia's voice seemed to carry a hint of confusion.

Emily looked up, "As long as I work hard in the field... there will definitely be... hope... it... will sprout... take care of it..."

Finally, the sound disappeared, and the girl let go of her hands weakly, falling backward and landing in the mud in the field.

Nia felt her mind become incredibly clear in that instant, yet it was also so heartbreaking that she wanted to roar to the heavens.

boom--

Just then, a figure as big as a cannonball landed in the field, blasting a large crater.

Lu Li climbed out of the mud and water, and in a flash, he was next to Emily. He grabbed the girl and pulled her back to the starting position, and the wound on her abdomen healed rapidly.

He pushed Emily toward Niana, saying, "This kind of acting is outdated. You better wake up and take her to the throne so we can protect Chuchu together."

As he spoke, he spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and threw a punch to the side. Instantly, the air caved in, and the force of his punch blasted away several strange creatures that were charging towards him.

His gaze was fixed on the front, where the figure of the ancient god emerged from the forest, its tentacles coalescing and striking Lu Li like a fist.

Lu Li swung his sword forward, causing the demon to tremble and cut through some of its tentacles. However, the force that followed twisted his arm into a pretzel, exposing bone fragments beneath his flesh.

His body flew backward and crashed into the field, snapping a growing sapling in half. "Fuck! You've ruined my mood!"

Nia cursed, "That's Emily's manhood!"

"No one's life is more important!"

As Lu Li coughed up blood, he said, "Hurry up! Hope is never something you can pin your hopes on; it's something you have to fight for with your own hands!"

After saying that, he charged at the Ancient God again. He was the only one in the tribe who could hold off the Ancient God. The Sword Guardian was already exhausted and was still staring blankly at the campfires.

Lu Li's voice was full of energy, but he also felt a bit sad. Not many people died in this battle, but they were all people he knew who had once pursued hope and dreams.

Lu Li was constantly shedding blood in the battle against the ancient gods. If it weren't for the Immortal Spirit Seed and the Primordial Spirit Seed, he would have died a thousand times over.

boom--

Another bombardment from the ancient gods struck Lu Li, who was smashed into a pulp by the intense force. The outer garment he had made before entering the world was also tattered, with only a small piece of black cloth left around his waist.

He constantly teeters between life and death. His rapid regeneration makes him like a piece of divine iron that has been repeatedly hammered. In his extreme state, Lu Li's every move seems to be infused with instinct, using minimal force to achieve maximum effect.

A huge phantom of a martial arts furnace appeared around him, and the chanting was deafening. Every time he got up from the ground, Lu Li's strength seemed to increase.

If an explorer uses their reconnaissance skill to observe Lu Li, they will find that Lu Li's overall attributes fluctuate repeatedly, sometimes at 242, sometimes at 243, and sometimes even reaching 245.

He was like a fish trying to climb a waterfall; every time he charged upwards, he would be swept back down by the powerful current.

Lu Li's battle with the ancient gods destroyed all the tribe's residential areas; he was practically tossed around like a ball.

When he was driven back to the stone path outside the forbidden area, he saw the sword guardian swinging his sword as if he had lost his soul, protecting the few remaining tribesmen around him.

Meanwhile, in the stone house behind the stone path, Nia was still fighting a bloody battle. He was becoming more and more like a monster, but also more and more courageous.

Lu Li felt the gazes of the survivors behind him, as well as Chu Chu's gaze from inside the stone house. He straightened his back once more and charged towards the ancient god, his martial arts essence, energy, and spirit seemingly coalescing into one at this moment.

As the demon was unsheathed, the pitch-black demon behind it roared at the same time. As it charged, the blood and mud beneath its feet rippled up, forming crimson lotus flowers, like a lament for the end of the world.

"kill!"

Lu Li let out a battle roar, his sword thrusting forward in all directions, his soul intent surging endlessly.

He had never released such a strong soul intent before; it was as if he was about to transform into the soul intent itself. The moment the sword force extended, the tentacles of the ancient god were severed, and it seemed that this sword was about to touch the body of the ancient god.

But in the next instant, Lu Li's battle cry abruptly stopped. The claws of the ancient god pierced through Lu Li's chest, while Lu Li's blade was blocked by the net woven from tentacles, remaining on the surface of His neck.

The ancient god looked down at Lu Li, leaned closer to him, and seemed puzzled as to why this human was constantly emitting strange chanting sounds.

As its claws tightened, Lu Li's heart was crushed, and a strange power spread through Lu Li's body, destroying his last chance of life.

The ancient god seemed to have lost interest in this hunting game. In the end, He failed to see the despair He desired in the man's eyes, and only gained anger that He did not particularly like.

So He flung his hand, throwing Lu Li's mangled body behind the stone path. Lu Li's body smashed through a stone pillar on one side, extinguishing the already tiny sparks of fire.

Finally, with a deafening roar, Lu Li crashed into the small house where Chu Chu was.

Ding - ding - ding -

The sounds of battle outside continued unabated. The sword guardian, feeling the loss of life himself and those around him, knelt helplessly before the stone pillar in front of the throne. "The fire is gradually dying down, but the throne is nowhere to be seen..."

Two streams of hot tears rolled down his face. "My king... have you really vanished, and it was all a lie?"

The ancient gods walked onto the sacred path, and the strange creatures lined up quietly on both sides, as if welcoming the arrival of the gods.

As He passed each pillar, the fire on that pillar went out, until He reached the front of the throne room, where the fire on the last pillar was also about to fall.

Countless tentacles coalesced into spear-like spikes, rushing towards the throne and shattering the ancient sword with a crisp sound, leaving only a small portion of the blade completely embedded in the iron throne.

The sword guardian's eyes darkened as he watched this scene.

The ancient gods spoke, uttering the ancient human language used by the Night's Watch: "It was all a deception, yet it caused us such a great commotion. Mother will be disappointed, but also pleased."

His gaze swept over the dozen or so surviving humans, then his tentacles reached out to the Night's Watch, intending to end the human era.

Just then, the continuous clanging of blacksmithing and the faint chanting of scriptures suddenly stopped, and the world became unusually quiet, causing even the ancient gods to turn their attention to the stone house that Nia had been guarding.

At this moment, Nia, who was nailed to the ground in front of the stone house by the strange creature, coughed up blood and struggled to turn her head to look at the collapsing stone house. The other humans also looked into the stone house.

A hand slowly lifted the collapsed stone slab, revealing a blood-soaked man with a naked upper body and a pair of dark purple eyes that radiated a captivating light.

The spirit of martial arts is innate, and the soul and the great Dao are added to the body.

The strange creatures nearby instinctively attacked the man first, and the invisible spiritual force spread out, starting from the stone house and extending to the outer stone path. Except for the ancient gods, the strange creatures fell down like wheat being harvested.

Lu Li finally succeeded in integrating his soul intent into the Origin Spirit Seed. From then on, he was the soul intent, and the soul intent was him. The soul intent and the physical body were no longer separate. Every move he made was full of the true essence of martial arts.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared in the sky, and immense energy was being nurtured. This was the natural order of this world resisting the birth of a new system. But now, the crisscrossing lightning seemed to be celebrating the birth of a new king.

The Martial Arts Furnace has been completely upgraded, with ten SSS-level martial arts techniques and countless martial arts moves being fused together by Lu Li.

His body was reborn in transformation, and his soul and body seemed to be brimming with boundless power, just like a fish leaping over a waterfall and crossing the Dragon Gate.

In a moment of inspiration, Lu Li's aura continued to surge, and he even entered the divine forbidden state that he had learned from the Valkyrie.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he slowly walked out of the ruins. With a wave of his hand, the fallen demon flew from afar. He slashed to the side, and a breeze stirred, dispersing the blood mist in the tribe and even thinning the gray fog in the sky.

As he stepped forward, the ancient gods also stirred, their countless tentacles blotting out the sky as they descended from the heavens, only to vanish in an instant.

Lu Li and the Ancient God passed each other by. The simple and unadorned light of the blade flashed, yet it precisely sliced ​​through the Ancient God's vitals. The Demon Prisoner greedily devoured His spirit and soul until His life was completely extinguished.

No one spoke, no one cheered; everything was like a solemn silent film.

The man, covered in blood, turned and walked forward. He walked so slowly, like a weary king about to ascend the throne.

As he brushed past the stone pillar at the end of the path, the last embers of his fire were completely extinguished.

The man continued forward, ascended the steps, walked to the Iron Throne, glanced at the broken sword lying on the ground, and then sat down on the Black Iron Throne.

Lu Li sat there, his gaze distant, taking in all the surviving humans in the entire tribe, and finally meeting the eyes of the sword guardian.

"Rather than sitting on an empty throne, you should make me king."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was very steady, so everyone could hear it clearly.

In that instant, lightning flashed and thunder roared, illuminating the man's sculpted face.

A dazzling mushroom cloud began to rise from the ground in the distance, accompanied by eerie wailing sounds, as if saluting the birth of a king.

The night was dark and without fire, yet it illuminated everyone's face.

The swordsman knelt on one knee, just as he had long knelt before the throne to welcome the great king.

(End of this chapter)