Man on the ark, forced to become king

There are no golden trees in Shangshu, and it takes time for news to travel, so Lin Lu can't possibly get back quickly.

Right now, we can only pin our hopes on Lani to see if she has any way to speed things up, otherwise it will be too late by the time they get there.

Why wasn't she prepared when she went out?

Theresa was extremely anxious, pacing back and forth in the classroom, wishing she could fly there right now.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Even if Kal'tsit encounters some accident, can't she just be resurrected in the Golden Tree?"

Melina wasn't in a hurry; she was confident.

With the Golden Tree here, death isn't something to be afraid of, since you can be resurrected after you die anyway.

"That seems right."

Upon hearing this, Theresa slapped her forehead as if suddenly realizing something, and calmed down considerably.

Indeed, Kal'tsit is blessed by the Golden Tree, so it's not a big deal if she dies.

That's fine.

"Kal'tsit has discovered the awakened deity?"

A moment later, Lani pushed open the classroom door and walked in, asking in confusion.

"Yeah!"

Upon seeing Lani, Theresa's eyes lit up, and she quickly ran over and grabbed the princess's sleeve.

"She doesn't have anything on her that would allow us to teleport there directly. Do you have any ideas?"

"...Can't you guys use your brains?"

Lani scratched her head, looking speechlessly at the two people in front of her, as if she were looking at two idiots.

“If this were anywhere else, there might not be a way, but this is under the Golden Tree. If people can’t get there, why not use the power of the Golden Tree to locate Kal’tsit’s position and send enough energy over? Wouldn’t that work? Didn’t Lin Lu do that before?”

"Yes, really?"

Melina tilted her head and thought for a moment, vaguely remembering that there seemed to be such a thing.

"Forget it, I've never had any expectations of your intelligence."

Having just emerged from her research, Lani exuded the imposing aura of a 'high-level scholar,' completely suppressing Theresa and Melina.

After speaking slowly and deliberately, she raised her arm, and the golden tree in the distance seemed to become brighter than usual, with a beam of dazzling golden light shooting out and piercing through the void.

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"Waaaa, Kal'tsit, think of something quick!"

Warfarin clung to Kal'tsit's neck like a koala, trembling, her arms tightening as she tried to find a little bit of security.

Opposite them, less than a hundred meters away, a colossal beast, like a crystal mountain, looked down at them, its ruby ​​eyes gleaming with a deep, mysterious light.

The area within a radius of several hundred meters centered on Him was covered by azure crystals, and even weeds and rocks were transformed into the shape of crystals.

However, He did not rush to attack Kal'tsit and Warfarin. Instead, He watched the two little ants embracing each other with great interest, His huge claws hovering above their heads, as if considering how to make a move.

"What are you afraid of? When I saved you, you were ready to face death calmly."

Even in the face of such a terrifying scene, Kal'tsit's expression did not change in the slightest, showing no fear of death whatsoever, as if she had long been prepared to face death at some point.

And that is indeed the case; even without the Golden Tree, death was not unfamiliar to her.

Because of understanding, there is no fear.

On this land, she was practically immortal.

"Times have changed! Who would want to die if they could live?"

Warfarin called for a while, but when she found that Kal'tsit was unresponsive, she pouted in boredom, let go of her arms, fell to the ground, and lay back flat.

She realized that Kal'tsit definitely had some trump cards up her sleeve and was just making fun of her to see how she fared.

Based on her understanding of Kal'tsit, this expressionless, old woman was never one to sit idly by and wait for death; her current style of remaining motionless and waiting to die was completely out of character.

But, what is it?

Without a doubt, the power of this god who is currently silent is far beyond what the two of them can contend with. Even if they were to bring Theresa here now, they would most likely still be unable to defeat her.

As an old blood demon who has lived for many years, Warfarin has some idea of ​​the Demon King's power.

Let alone whether Theresa still has the ability to make a move at this point in time, even if she does, the probability of defeating a god is not high.

The power of the Demon King was never born purely for combat; its nature leans more towards the mind. If Kazdel of the past still existed, the Demon King who ruled over all kings might have been comparable to a god. Now... Kazdel is so rotten, it's far inferior.

"Hey you, can't you just use whatever cards you have up your sleeve? Stop making me worry."

The two, one human and one god, were still staring at each other, which Warfarin found rather tiresome, so she couldn't help but speak up.

She was puzzled. What was wrong with these guys? They all had a procrastination problem. Whether they were alive or dead, what made them so incapable of doing anything right?

"Funny little guy."

Suddenly, the crystalline behemoth retracted its claws, and a thunderous sound echoed from above.

He lowered his head slightly, bringing his enormous head close to the ground, and observed the two tiny ants that didn't seem afraid of him at close range, finding it quite interesting.

After sleeping for so long, have humans become so bold now?

These two little guys clearly knew what He was, yet they weren't afraid at all; it was truly indescribable.

If He were to press this interesting little gadget directly with one finger, He would actually be a little reluctant to do so.

Fun things need to be enjoyed slowly.

"Hey, you there, have you ever heard the saying?"

Warfarin, who was lying on the ground, shifted to a more comfortable position and shouted at the giant beast.

"What?"

The giant beast moved a little closer and asked questions with great patience.

"The villain dies from talking too much."

"You mean you can kill me?"

The behemoth pondered for a moment before understanding the meaning of the sentence. Its enormous head was close to the ground, and it almost blew away the petite Blood Demon Miss with a single breath.

"Of course I can't."

Warfarin smoothed her wind-blown hair and pointed at Kal'tsit, who stood motionless like a statue: "She can, you believe it or not, in a moment she'll raise her knife and chop you down in one fell swoop?"

"Oh? Really? I don't believe it."

The crystalline head parted slightly, seemingly smiling. The behemoth remained unperturbed, crouching low to the ground, its eyes, larger than a human's, staring at Kal'tsit as if scrutinizing this tiny ant for something special.

But after looking at it for a long time, I couldn't figure it out.

"Hmph, that's why I say you're the villain. Don't let her current appearance fool you; she's already called people over to beat you up. If you don't run, something bad is about to happen—"

Om-!

Suddenly, the air vibrated, and a thick golden beam of light traversed the void, descending from the sky and enveloping Kal'tsit entirely. The immense energy fluctuations spread out, forming a tangible storm.

"WTF!"

Warfarin stared wide-eyed, her mouth agape, as the beam of light fell upon Kal'tsit, bathing her in a golden glow. Two blurry figures emerged from the golden light, and she subconsciously rubbed her eyes.

Wow, there are immortals!

She just said it casually, just joking around, and it actually happened?

Is this Kal'tsit's trump card? Is she really sending reinforcements to fight?

If you have this skill, you should have used it sooner! You've made her live in constant fear...

"you--"

The behemoth was blinded by the golden light so close to it. Just as it was about to utter a sound, a powerful fist slammed into its crystal face, sending fragments flying and its massive head snapping back.

A pitch-black demon god, tens of meters tall, emerged from the void. Black and red energy, representing the power of the demon king, coiled around Theresa's body, forming a suit of armor in black, red, and gold that covered her casual clothes.

Click~

The visor closed, a red light shone, and a semi-transparent vortex lifted Kal'tsit and Warfarin from the ground, placing them on the shoulders of the black-armored demon god. Theresa raised the king's sword in her hand, its blade pointing at the giant beast that had been stunned by a punch.

"Demon King!"

After recognizing what had punched it, the giant beast roared, acting like it had gone mad, as if it had been severely provoked.

Azure ripples spread from His body, revealing large crystalline structures in the surrounding air. Ferocious shadows were created out of thin air, claws and swords mingling together, rushing towards the black-armored demon god formed from the power of the Demon King.

"This thing seems to have a bit of a restraining effect on me."

Theresa pursed her lips, and golden lines appeared on her armor, the golden tree features that appeared after pushing her power to its limit.

She keenly noticed that the power that could crystallize all things was eroding her strength, and even the armor of the Black Armor Demon God was stained with a few specks of azure crystals.

The surrounding air seemed to have solidified, filled with unseen structures, making every movement feel like being covered in thick sand, extremely difficult.

The Demon King's power, capable of manipulating emotions and peering into minds, had no effect on the behemoth and failed to achieve any results.

This unknown god seemed to have a natural ability to restrain the Demon King's power. The Demon King's power, which could even control inanimate objects, could not affect Him in the slightest.

"This power seems familiar."