The past was built upon collecting unique characteristics.

The moment the "chariot" ability was activated, the soldier was already in a charging stance.

He held his lance high, his two strong, armored hind legs poised to strike.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the "Chariot" is undoubtedly the strongest ability in terms of frontal breakthrough among the Royal Three Lives, a fact Morian firmly believes.

At this moment, Morian stared intently at the "war machine" before him, not daring to spare a single glance.

The sound of iron hooves scraping the ground echoed, signaling the start of the "chariot's" charge.

Just as he was about to dodge, the surrounding terrain suddenly changed.

Boom! Boom!

Suddenly, a straight and narrow passage appeared out of thin air, with his and the "chariot" at opposite ends, and two illusory walls rose rapidly, completely severing all connections with the outside world.

In this situation, Morian could clearly perceive that any ability to move outwards was directly rendered ineffective.

Moreover, this space is extremely narrow, just wide enough for two people to pass through, with no room to dodge, making it like a "runway" specifically designed for charging.

This is not a simple change in terrain, but a forced "duel," an "inherent ability" of the "chariot" to pursue the ultimate head-on collision! Therefore, it is impossible to avoid combat by destroying the surroundings.

Morian's heart sank. The inability to dodge meant that he had to try to take the direct hit before finding a way to break the deadlock.

Given his current physical condition, which is just beginning to reach the extraordinary level, if he were to directly withstand such an overwhelming charge, there would undoubtedly be only one outcome.

Desperate!

The only way to find a glimmer of hope is to try to reduce the damage from the charge.

In the blink of an eye, Morian's eyes had turned dark and deep.

On both sides of the narrow passage in front of them, countless black, viscous tentacles covered with bizarre patterns burst out wildly.

These tentacles intertwined, weaving into a vast net that densely covered the entire path of the charge.

At the same time, a heavy, powerful stomping sound rang out.

Da da da!

The "chariot" shot out instantly, like a battering ram fired from a giant crossbow, and crashed straight into us with overwhelming force.

The raised knight's lance, aided by its speed, quickly made contact with the layers of overlapping, pitch-black tentacles.

Sizzle! Sizzle!

The moment the two intersected, layer upon layer of tentacles tore apart, like a fragile spider web crashing into a steam train, unable to even pause for a second.

In an instant, the tentacles that covered half of the passage were completely exhausted, but they did not slow down the "chariot" in the slightest.

...Not enough. Morian's thoughts shifted, and the pork butcher he had previously taken in appeared.

As soon as the mountain-like, bloated figure appeared, an aura of blood and fear filled the surroundings.

It swung its massive cleaver and slashed down fiercely at the charging "chariot," creating a gust of bloody wind.

However, the sharp knight's lance pierced easily through the pig-headed butcher's proud armor and massive chest.

*Thud!* The spearhead emerged from behind, bringing with it large patches of yellowish-white fat and dark red blood.

The pig-headed butcher let out a painful roar as his massive body was thrown backward by a terrifying force, crashing heavily into the invisible wall, leaving a horrifying hole in his chest.

The desperate obstruction did slow the "chariot" down a bit, but it still carried that terrifying momentum of unstoppable advance, heading straight for its final target!

In just a few seconds, Morian quickly understood why that extreme attack power was so terrifying, even able to pierce through the pig-headed butcher's astonishing defense in one go.

The three paths to royalty are largely inseparable from the concept of "prestige".

Most of their abilities are enhanced as their "aura" strengthens.

What sets the "chariot" apart from other capabilities is that it pursues "momentum".

With its momentum growing stronger, the "Chariot's" attacks can even ignore defenses, reaching a level beyond its current rank!

As the distance between them closed, Morian could even feel the overwhelming aura that seemed to crush everything in its path.

As the attack came, he could only grip the "Rainbow Illusion Blade" tightly in front of his chest, trying to use its "energy absorption" property to block the damage, while casting a shadow over his body.

Every possible means to avoid or reduce harm was used.

clang!

Accompanied by a rainbow of light, a violent impact echoed through the narrow passage.

In that instant, Morian felt an irresistible force crushing his body!

The next moment, he was thrown away by that terrifying force like a kite with a broken string. In a very short time, he lost all his senses and his vision went dark.

My vision distorted and began to spin instantly, with only the sharp wind whistling past my ears. It felt as if I had left the world I was in and the tranquil garden behind.

His senses returned quickly, and Morian dared not delay for a moment. Despite the excruciating pain, he struggled to get up and assess his surroundings.

The surrounding scenery had transformed into another bizarre and fantastical world.

We are now on what seems to be a dreamlike island, not very big, with clusters of colorful clouds drifting in the wind at the edge of the island.

Morian was not surprised, knowing that this was a deeper dream world created by Levim.

Not far away, the figure of the "chariot" became clear again. He silently raised his spear, and the commander appeared beside him at some point.

Levim nodded slightly, his face showing appreciation and affirmation. He seemed to greatly admire this opponent who was far below his own level but was still able to put up an effective resistance.

Immediately afterwards, the power of "Nightmare" resurfaced.

Levim slowly raised his hands, making a gesture as if embracing the sun. His gaze became distant, as if he were reminiscing, or perhaps...

It's in my imagination.

With this action, the dark military uniform began to change, transforming into a deep red cloak and robe printed with gold patterns and mysterious symbols.

A scepter inlaid with a pale blue gemstone materialized in his hand, while in his other hand, a thick legal code turned its pages with a rustling sound, moving without wind.

The commander underwent a complete transformation, as if he had transformed from a tough soldier into a sacred and wise guide.

"Honorary Class - Bishop"

Levim, clad in a majestic robe and holding a scepter and a codex, stood shoulder to shoulder with the silent, still "chariot" beside him.

Seeing this, Morian's heart sank to the bottom. What the other party was showing was another possibility for the path of "Glory Class".

Deep within the dream realm, where the other party held absolute control, he saw almost no chance of victory.