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Chen Guan stopped moving.

The pitch-black scythe blade pressed firmly against the cold armor, extinguishing the sparks that had just been released.

"Baal, did you hear that?"

Chen Guan asked himself the question, his mind extremely tense.

"What did you hear? Did you hear the mournful cry of this piece of junk that you're about to dismantle? Heh heh, keep going, let's fight!"

Barr's voice remained as nonchalant as ever, filled with the glee of watching a good show.

Clearly, He heard nothing.

Chen Guan glanced at Li Yan in the distance out of the corner of his eye.

The towering figure remained on guard, his bronze face grave, his eyes fixed on the battle, showing no sign of anything amiss.

just me.

This realization made Chen Guan tighten his grip on the sickle even more.

Illusion? Absolutely impossible, Baal is no pushover.

And then that voice rang out again.

"I have been here for thousands of years."

"Waiting for you to come here."

These words jolted Chen Guan's consciousness.

On the other side, Baal's laughter stopped abruptly.

"Wait, kid, this guy..."

The languidness in Baal's voice had vanished, replaced only by astonishment and doubt.

In the center of the platform, the Tower King made a new move. He slowly withdrew the hand that had devoured the light, and then the other hand, letting his arms hang naturally at his sides, completely abandoning his defensive stance.

He's not going to fight anymore.

"Who are you?"

Chen Guan asked in his heart.

The voice didn't answer; instead, it continued speaking in his mind in a matter-of-fact tone.

"We've met before."

"In another place."

Chen Guan's hand holding the sickle remained motionless as he rapidly searched his mind for all relevant memories.

No.

He had no recollection of the armor or the figure.

"do you remember."

The voice was unhurried, carrying a hint of ethereal laughter.

"The throne I have prepared for you."

"It's a pity you gave up the throne that was within your grasp."

boom.

These words struck my mind, and a long-forgotten image instantly became clear.

The North, that desolate land covered in ice and snow.

And there was that ancient and majestic voice that was certain he would return.

"How is it?"

The words of the Tower King perfectly overlapped with the voice in his memory, pulling Chen Guan back to reality.

"Have you changed your mind this time?"

It lowered its arms completely, and its ancient armor gleamed with a deathly light under the starlight, like an empty decoration.

"The throne remains here."

"You can sit down anytime you want, as long as you nod."

Chen Guan's gaze passed over the King of Towers and landed on the throne beneath the huge red crystal in the center of the platform.

The throne's design was completely different from the thrones in the Northern memories, but the allure of ruling over all and controlling the void was exactly the same.

"Chen Guan"

Li Yan's deep voice came from afar, breaking the eerie silence.

He couldn't see the silent confrontation; he only saw his student stop just as he was about to kill the enemy.

Then, even the Tower King, who was supposed to be a mortal enemy, gave up the fight.

The two remained locked in this stalemate, the scene inexplicably bizarre.

"What happened?"

There was a hint of nervousness in Li Yan's voice.

The situation doesn't seem right at all. Could it be that I'm under an illusion?

Chen Guan's lips moved, but no sound came out.

How do you explain that?

The boss guarding the pass was another boss he encountered in the North more than a month ago.

Or perhaps the other party is inviting him to switch jobs.

"Awoo."

A soft, sweet voice rang out from above.

Leopard sensed Chen Guan's tense emotions, poked its little head out from his hair, and gently rubbed Chen Guan's forehead with its tiny rhombus-shaped lightning crystal.

Then, it opened its mouth wide and produced a syllable that was much more standard than before.

"Chen... coffin."

Upon hearing this call, the buzzing chaos in Chen Guan's mind ceased.

He slowly withdrew the black scythe that had been pressed against the Tower King's neck.

The scythe's blade sliced ​​across the smooth armor without leaving a mark, eventually dissipating into black mist.

The Tower King remained standing, having anticipated his actions.

It raised its hand, covered in black armor, and pointed towards the floating throne.

"Get in."

You will get everything you want.

"Power, ideals... a home."

The voice carried an inexplicable allure, and Li Yan, who was in the distance, saw Chen Guan put away his weapon, and his doubts deepened. He took a step forward, about to speak.

Chen Guan suddenly turned his head and shook his head at him.

"Teacher, I'm fine."

Li Yan swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

The two people who should have been at each other's throats are now staring at each other strangely, which is beyond the realm of common sense.

But how many strange things have happened to Chen Guan?

He ultimately chose to trust his student, but his tense body remained still, with lightning surging beneath his skin, ready to strike at any moment.

Chen Guan turned back and looked at the Tower King again.

He didn't look at the alluring throne, but stared directly at the other's smooth visor and asked a completely new question.

"What exactly are you, or rather, what are you all?"

This time, the Tower King remained silent.

The purple Milky Way flowed silently overhead, casting long shadows of the two opposing figures.

After a long while, the ancient voice rang out again.

"I am...the key, and also the door."

"They are the guardians of the old era and the guides to the new world."

It was that riddle-teller's tone again. Chen Guan frowned: "Speak like a human being."

The Tower King seemed taken aback, not expecting such a simple and blunt response.

After a moment, it spoke in an almost sighing tone.

"The aura on you... it's Baal's, isn't it?"

"It seems you've found a good guide, even though His path is a dead end."

"What Baal can give you, I can give you a hundred times, a thousand times."

"Sit on that throne, and you will become the ruler of this void, and all void creatures will obey your commands."

"You will become... the new Baal, no, a mere Baal is nothing before you."

"To become the new Baal?"

Chen Guan sneered inwardly, "What a huge pie in the sky."

He had absolutely no interest in something that sounded so troublesome.

He never envied Baal, especially after hearing the story of the hero and the demon king.

Chen Guan didn't want anyone shouting about bonds or friendship before attacking him.

If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight.

"Your suggestion sounds very good."

Chen Guan looked at the Tower King before him, his face expressionless, but his tone was sincere.

"But I feel that the workload in Barr's position might be a bit too heavy, and it's not really suitable for me at the moment."