Man on the ark, forced to become king

Only when the old king dies can a new king ascend the throne.

He was the only one in Kazdel who had a valid reason to attack Theresa, even though she was his own sister.

So, is it really him who is here?

Rumor has it that Regent Theresis himself was a skilled and courageous general who led the Sarkaz army to victory in countless wars. It is not impossible that such a person possessed extraordinary martial prowess.

"What are you planning to do? Just charge in?"

Lani gazed at the intertwined black and red mist in the distance and asked casually.

In fact, she knew the answer without even thinking about it. This guy was never one to plan before acting, or rather, his planning was insignificant compared to his overall style of doing things.

'Whatever it may be, let's just fight first.'

On that path to kingship strewn with bones, countless similar battles have taken place, and it would be no different even in a different world.

A quote she read in a book about this world makes perfect sense here: "It's easier to change mountains and rivers than to change one's nature."

If he were to think things through and make a thorough plan before taking things slowly, he wouldn't be Lin Lu.

"Of course we'll just barge in. With you here, what's there to be afraid of?"

Lin Lu's answer was as expected; he really hadn't thought of any other way. That's how simple the world of a brute is.

With General Lani at his disposal, what is there to fear from a mere regent?

"Toret, let's go!"

"Whoo~"

Two puffs of white smoke billowed from Toretto's nostrils, and golden light rose from beneath his hooves, increasing his speed even further.

The power of gold flowed through it, parting the drifting black and red aftershocks to both sides and opening up a straight path. From a distance, it looked like a golden arrow piercing into the mixed clouds.

Just as she was about to enter the most intense and oppressive battlefield, Lin Lu took down the sword and bow hanging on both sides of her horse's back, held the rectangular greatsword horizontally in front of her, and drew back the giant black bow with gold patterns.

He brought a lot of things with him this time to deal with such emergencies, but due to limited space, he only had one large weapon: a sword and a bow.

However, it should be enough.

Stab it!

A flash of blue light!

The ring on the finger, serving as a staff, flashed with dazzling light. Surging energy tore through the air and flowed along the bow arm, eventually converging into azure energy arrows that became increasingly solid as the bowstring was drawn.

Torret is only so big, and with Lani to take care of, he can carry a large bow, but there's nowhere to put the matching arrows. However, this is obviously no problem for Lin Lu. The magic knight Loretta's specialty is doing this. After learning her two special skills, Lin Lu can do something similar.

Since bows and arrows can be created out of thin air with the help of magic, there is no reason why an arrow cannot be made on its own. Magic is not such an inconvenient thing.

Moreover, compared to ordinary arrows, magic arrows made in this way also have magical effects, and in some ways they may be even more useful, provided that the user has sufficient control.

creak~

The bow was drawn to its fullest extent, and the azure arrow shimmered with iridescent light. A pale purple shimmer flowed across the bow's limbs, giving the arrow a light purple hue.

That was the power of the weapon itself, the gravity wielded by General Rataen of Shattered Star.

laugh!

A whooshing sound rang out as a streak of azure light pierced the air, carving a straight path through the black and red mist. A dazzling purple light followed, leaving a trail that lingered for a long time.

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"Your power is astonishing; even the most foolish beasts and resurrected skeletons must obey your will. But do you know that in the very past, the so-called Demon King and the so-called royal family were merely one branch of the royal court?"

The body, forcibly pieced together from flesh and bones, was bound in place by crystals that grew from the earth. The absolutist witnessed the power of the demon king through the power of magic and was amazed by it.

But he didn't give up.

Rather, the more powerful the Demon King is, the less likely they are to back down.

They feared its terror and coveted its power.

The Sarkaz have an ancient history that is impossible to trace back to. The sorcery left over from that long period of time also possesses power comparable to that of the gods. Although they still cannot truly master the core mysteries, they can still use them on the battlefield, sacrificing lives to unleash ancient power from the distant past.

Stonewing Demons carved a skeleton from the most solid rocks in the earth and mountains, Carrion Eater magic plundered fresh flesh to cover it, Wendigo rituals borrowed vigorous life to infuse something destined to die, and through the living blood of Blood Demons, they were unified and connected. The twisted will that permeated the battlefield, under the guidance of the Lich, merged into the most frenzied consciousness and took over the body. The creation that gathered the power of the Sarkaz reappeared in the world under the influence of ancient sorcery.

Its name is Chimera.

A forbidden object that should not exist in the world, one of the most terrifying achievements in witchcraft!

The rotting, tattered wing membranes stretched out, spewing a stench of blood. Two dragon heads covered in blackish-purple scales extended upwards from the muscular back, their mouths spewing flames. Below them was the ferocious head of a lion, its fiery red claws firmly planted on the ground, its serpentine tail coiled behind it.

What appeared on the battlefield were monsters that were over ten meters tall, completely defying biology, utterly illogical, and forcibly combining several characteristics together in the most brutal way.

Its existence seems to be synonymous with the bizarre and the ferocious.

"Look, look! This is the power of the Sarkaz!"

The flesh puppet, whose chest had been solidified by Originium crystals, raised its still-movable arms, its pale face filled with fanaticism.

"Your Majesty, you were once one of them, and in the future, you too will eventually belong to us!"

"Yes, yes... it won't last long, but it's still enough to give you a magnificent funeral like never before!"

"you--"

Before its fervent cry could finish, its red-glowing eyes suddenly dimmed, and its body, which had been forcibly pieced together, lost the support of magic and shattered into filthy chunks of flesh on the spot.

At the same time, the three heads of the chimera, which had been relatively quiet, roared in unison, spewing flames and poisonous gas from their mouths. Their massive bodies leaped into the sky and then swooped down, causing the earth to tremble.

"..."

Theresa pursed her lips tightly, her face beneath the mask looking extremely unpleasant.

Such a monster was beyond her expectations; it was a taboo that should never have appeared, and this forbidden power was now out of control.

Admittedly, the inherent flaws of magical creations dictate that their lifespan can only last a few hours, or longer, but for a monster that has completely lost its mind, that time is enough to destroy many things...

Why do this when they could rightfully take everything they want after a while?

In Theresa's plan, she would die within the plan once it was completed, and even if she were assassinated at that time, she would not resist. But now everything has changed.

The Pardoner's reckless actions created an evil and insane monster, and she must do everything in her power to keep it here.

With such intense consumption, how much of the power that should have been left for Amiya would be left?

Thinking of the worst-case scenario, even the usually mild-tempered princess couldn't help but feel angry.

This anger manifests outwardly as a destructive force.

The chimera's haphazardly slapping claws were firmly gripped by a gigantic arm emerging from the abyss. A pitch-black giant, much taller than the chimera, stepped out of the mist, its translucent body rapidly filled with Originium crystals extending from the ground.

Theresa raised the King's Sword horizontally, vanished from her spot in an instant, and flashed onto one of the chimera's dragon heads. A blood-red blade extended several meters from the King's Sword's edge, severing the dragon head in one strike.

The pardoner's previous conjecture has come true. The pitch-black king walks in the air, his body seemingly covered by illusory shadows, as if the shadows of more than a dozen people are superimposed together to form the individual called 'Demon King'.

A violent vortex spun in the sky, with raging lightning flashing incessantly, threatening to strike at any moment.

The earth obeyed the king's command, and winged gargoyles made of earth and stone crawled out from the ground, rushing one after another towards the mad chimera.

A dark will enveloped the world, and even the sky and the earth had to obey.

Thousands of meters away, the absolutioner holding the staff aloft suddenly stopped, and the brilliant blood-red light at the top of the staff dimmed.

Dang rang~

The golden mask rolled to the ground, revealing a wrinkled, aged face behind it. The entire area was covered by a faint purple light, and gravity was increased dozens of times in an instant, almost crushing the stones. The only one unaffected was the absoler holding the staff, who, as the core of the 'spell,' was exempted.

A deep blue arrow pierced his chest from behind. The arrow, made entirely of condensed energy, was as solid as indestructible steel, pinning him firmly to the ground. The purple light emanating from the arrow spread out, forming a gravity net that enveloped the surrounding area.

Only then did the several shields that had been forcibly breached break apart, scattering into a shower of light.

The pardoner shakily raised his arm, his head bowed, staring in disbelief at the enormous arrow, as thick as an arm, that had pierced his chest.

He was on the altar, surrounded by layers of defenses. How could he possibly be pinned to the altar by an arrow from an unknown distance?!

This is simply a fantasy!

But this bizarre thing has actually happened...

However, it doesn't matter. For a pardoner who has mastered ancient witchcraft, such an injury is not fatal on the spot.

still have a chance!

The excruciating pain in his chest almost made him lose consciousness. The pardoner held on to his last breath and tried to call for his companions to come and save him, but he was interrupted before he could even utter a single syllable from his parched throat.

It looks like... a horse?

The magical energy flowing through his body via the arrow was about to destroy his body in just a few seconds. The absolutist felt his head being pressed down by an unparalleled force, and his entire body was slammed to the ground by the arrow. Then, a golden hoof landed beside him and kicked him lightly, sending him completely into the abyss.

"Torret, you kicked someone."

Lin Lu kicked the now completely still cloaked figure with her foot, speechless. She picked up the staff that had rolled to the ground; it was still shrouded in dense magical energy, seemingly unaffected by its owner's life or death, but rather connected to the altar beneath her feet. Even though the black cloak was dead, it still shone brightly like a light bulb…

Thinking of this, Lin Lu couldn't help but sigh and shake her head.

"It's pitch black here, and you're the brightest spot. Aren't you just asking for trouble? And you're smiling so sinisterly. I just followed the light and shot over here."

Chapter 154 Goddess of Eternal Night

When the Broken Horned Pardoner, who was located below the altar, came up, he saw his companion pinned to the ground by a large, azure energy arrow, motionless. Judging from common sense, such an injury should mean he was already dead. No matter how strong the regenerative ability, no one is immortal. No one could survive such an injury, where the entire chest cavity was pierced by a magical artifact.

The death of one person is not a big deal; the problem is that the sudden death of the practitioner may cause the ritual to go out of control, becoming a variable that threatens the plan.