Man on the ark, forced to become king

The pardoner with the broken horn only glanced at the corpse on the ground before paying no more attention. A dozen or so shimmering pure source stones surrounded him, connected by faint bands of light, forming a three-dimensional structure that seemed to be a defense, or perhaps some kind of spell.

A man, a woman, and a horse?

The pardoner pondered to himself, somewhat unsure of the other party's origins.

Their formation was not small. Anyone who dared to break in at this time was either a greenhorn or a highly skilled and daring expert. Judging from the arrow formed of energy, these two were clearly the latter.

Upon entering the arena, he precisely killed the person in charge of the ritual, demonstrating remarkable foresight.

Most importantly, the magic they used was a completely unfamiliar system, neither ancient witchcraft nor existing Originium Arts.

When did that demon king acquire such a mysterious ally?

While he was deep in thought, Lin Lu was also observing this mysteriously dressed guy.

He and the unfortunate guy on the ground holding a large light bulb in the dark were wearing the same clothes and had flashy gold masks on their faces. They looked like the mastermind behind the scenes and were probably not good people.

If you include the runic altar made of bones and blood beneath his feet, then it's pretty much confirmed that he's a hardcore villain.

What they are doing certainly lives up to the clothes they are wearing.

Then the matter becomes very simple: it's better for the enemy to die.

"Will you do it, or shall I?"

Lin Lu stretched his shoulders. He originally wanted to take action directly, but then he remembered that Lani was with him, so he asked a question.

Although Lani doesn't like fighting with people, she hasn't had any free time in a long time, so what if she wants to get some exercise this time?

"He looks like a mage."

Lani's attention was mainly focused on the Originium stones that floated in the air and formed a three-dimensional structure. After thinking for a moment, she took the initiative to walk over.

"I'll come this time. I'll take this opportunity to see the Originium Arts of this world. I'm very interested in them. Perhaps they have some similarities with the Glowstone Magic?"

"Then he'll leave it to you."

In truth, Lin Lu wasn't particularly interested in opponents who didn't seem like formidable figures; the real battlefield shrouded in black mist in the distance was where he wanted to go.

The energy fluctuations emanating from there stirred up hurricanes, and the roars of indistinguishable behemoths could be clearly heard from such a distance. Even the aftershocks of battle possessed such power; that was a truly valuable battlefield.

As for this guy who's suspected to be the mastermind, let Lani have him to amuse her. A god who has a place to reside won't be hurt by such a small fry. Lin Lu felt that she couldn't beat Lani now that she had a body, so she wasn't worried at all.

It is her adversaries who should be afraid.

"Toret, let's go!"

Without hesitation, Lin Lu mounted her horse and charged towards the center of the battlefield.

His escape was unimpeded. The absolutist wanted to do it, but couldn't put it into practice—the strange woman opposite him was staring at him with a chilling gaze, as if she were examining research material. An invisible pressure quietly spread out, covering the altar, and even the blood-drawn runes on the ground stopped flashing and gradually dimmed.

For a moment, the absolution master even had the illusion that he was not facing a person, but looking up at the vast and boundless starry sky. The fear that came from the depths of his heart made him not dare to move a single finger, let alone stop anything.

"You have three chances to make a move on me and demonstrate your worth."

Lani, facing the enemy alone, is completely different from when she is with Lin Lu. At this moment, she truly displays the majesty that belongs only to the gods. The powerful soul that once controlled the law connects to the world through her body. She does not need a staff or any other assistance. The energy that can be driven naturally gathers around her and submits, as if she is magic itself.

Even before she became a god, she was a divine being with royal blood and demigod blood, and a monarch who participated in the War of the Fragments.

When she truly begins to take things seriously, the authority she has accumulated over the years is enough to crush even the most resolute person.

The pardoner's mind was relatively firm; he could at least barely maintain his rationality, but he could not completely eliminate the fear in his heart.

This person is terrifying...

The more profound a sorcerer's understanding of magic, the more terrifying the woman before them would be.

She had no breath, no heartbeat, like an endless starry sky, deep and vast. Standing before her, one felt as insignificant as if bathed in the radiance of the sun, moon, and stars.

The energy floating in the air gathered together, incredibly docile, but the absolutist found that he couldn't even cast a single spell, because the energy simply wouldn't obey his guidance.

Despite being surrounded by an ocean of energy, it felt as if I were in a parched desert, filled with despair and helplessness.

This feeling is like... like a mortal facing a god!

This woman is a deity walking on the earth, ancient and powerful!

Suddenly realizing this fact, the absolution master's inner defenses almost collapsed on the spot. He couldn't understand why that demon king could make a god so favored by her, even to the point of coming in person.

Then he wondered, what was the identity of the man who could speak with God on equal terms?

The answer seems self-evident.

Only those who truly understand that distant history can comprehend the terror of the gods and know just how powerful these beings who once ruled the sky and the earth and divided the world truly were. The long-standing absolution masters perfectly meet this requirement.

He simply couldn't understand what kind of charm that demon king possessed that could make two gods personally lend a helping hand.

Kazdel now has nothing to offer that can move God.

"Your Majesty, please forgive my mistake."

He lowered his head, his body trembling slightly, and even the Originium surrounding him fell down.

How can one presume to use magic when facing the gods? That would be an act of usurpation!

He couldn't care less about the demon king or the plan at this moment.

Rather than the plan failing, their complete annihilation here would be the worst outcome. No one would be able to bring the news back, Theresis would be completely unaware of what happened here, and then he would face a fear beyond human comprehension.

Before the immense power capable of tearing apart natural disasters, the schemes of mortals and armies are meaningless; even the bravest and most skilled Sarkaz warriors will melt under the divine might.

Such monsters should never get involved in human conflicts!

They appear on the battlefield as if people were trampling on ants.

Killing a god is not impossible, but it is not something Kazdel can do in his current state.

Without a demon king comparable to the gods, and without warriors wielding powerful witchcraft, how can their current army possibly stand against the gods?

Therefore, the pardoner bowed his head; he had to bow his head and then pay any price to pass this information back.

If things take a turn for the worse, the current civil war will spiral completely out of control. The battlefield, with divine intervention, will become a terrifying meat grinder, consuming Kazdel's last remaining resources and causing this fragmented nation to fall into ruin, with no chance of recovery.

All ambitions and visions must give way to the survival of civilization!

"You have three chances to demonstrate your value."

Lani repeated herself, the altar she stood on having somehow escaped the hurricane and blood mist and fallen into a deeper darkness.

That is the realm of eternal night.

In the world devoid of light, a deep blue dark moon slowly rose, hovering between Lani's arms, becoming the only source of light.

It was from this moment that the pardoner suddenly discovered that he could use magic again.

Should we use magic to please the gods as much as possible?

The deity's meaning was quite clear, requiring no guesswork, and the Pardoner did not believe that a truly immortal and great being would need to joke with a mere mortal like him.

Since His Majesty has given him the opportunity to demonstrate his worth, he must consider whether this is his only chance in this life—if he fails, there will most likely be no more opportunities, and his life will end here.

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"It's a bit big..."

The steed, gleaming with golden light, cleaved through the darkness, parting the wind and fog to its sides.

As Lin Lu approached this distance, she could see sights that she couldn't see from the outside.

The fog here seems to have some kind of magical effect, isolating large areas from the outside world and forming a relatively independent space.

Black and red are the main colors here. In this desolate space, a giant whose body is made of crystal is fighting a monster with three heads. Both of them are more than ten meters tall, like two small mountains colliding with each other. Their footsteps make the ground tremble and crack, and each bombardment brings a deafening roar.

The aura emanating from one of the giants seemed somewhat familiar. After a moment's thought, Lin Lu recognized it as the power he had seen in Theresia.

Rumor has it that the Demon King's power is the power to control minds, right? What's with this giant that's even bigger than the Golem Guard?

What is that Frankenstein-like thing that she was fighting?

"Theresia! Are you there?"

Lin Lu pressed himself close to the feet of the two behemoths and asked loudly as Torret deftly evaded the sweeping aftershocks and attacks.

Both the man and the horse were quite experienced in dealing with such large enemies. The ancient dragons in the border area and the dark outcasts underground were similar, as were the gargoyles and dragon soldiers. Their attacks were actually easier to dodge than those of smaller enemies because they were so large that they exhibited very poor agility.

"Lin Lu?"

A powerful roar rang in her ears, even briefly drowning out the roar of the battle. Theresa, whose consciousness was slightly blurred, suddenly awoke, her spirits rising as if in a final burst of energy.

Standing on the shoulders of the crystal giant, she looked down and immediately spotted the golden light leaping in the darkness.

Could it be that this place is already very close to the Golden Tree's territory, so Lin Lu, as the owner of the Golden Tree, rushed over here after noticing the abnormal situation?

Unfortunately, nothing can be changed now...

Theresa felt a surge of excitement for a moment, then sighed sadly.

The fully unleashed power of the Demon King had caused her body to completely collapse. Strictly speaking, she was now practically dead, but she used Originium magic to forcibly retain her consciousness in her mostly petrified body, barely maintaining a moment of clarity.

In such a situation, no matter how advanced the treatment, it will be useless. Who can save a dead person?

However, the arrival of the Lord of the Golden Tree was not without its benefits. At least she no longer had to worry about this magical creation escaping, and she could take this opportunity to make one last deal with him, asking him to protect the Babel Tower's agents.

"I am here."

A hoarse voice came from above. Lin Lu looked up and saw a figure standing on the giant's shoulder. The figure's black armor and the strange greatsword that glowed red in his hand were very much in line with the title of 'Demon King'.

It's alright, the person is still alive, so there's not much of a problem.