Star Iron, conquer the world from Omphalos

The expression on his face was replaced by fear. He didn't expect that as an envoy of the holy city of Ohma, someone would dare to treat him like this.

"Go back, Marcus," Julius said gravely. "Whether you're here on behalf of Aglaia or the Senate, please tell them that Tilcace has his own beliefs and will not give up until the very last moment."

"Okay, okay, just wait to be swallowed by the black tide and sharp claws!" Marcus stood up angrily, turned around and walked out of the village.

Julius waved his hand and called over a guard.

"Follow him and don't let him get into any more trouble."

Not all Tilkas people have a good impression of the Holy City. Some are killing gods. Those golden people killed the Titans, which is equivalent to stifling human faith.

While not all Goldens were like this, Ohma was indeed a complex place, with the Senate, the Goldens, and people of various races and faiths all gathered together. In such an environment, while it might be possible to avoid the threat of Nicadori, it didn't necessarily guarantee a safe existence.

"I'm sorry, Master Ash." Julius looked away and offered an apology. "The chaos had just ended, and we were all busy dealing with other things. We didn't notice Marcus's offense in time."

"It's okay." Ash waved his hand. "What about the village? How's the situation?"

"Thanks to your help, the villagers are all okay."

"That's good."

Ash nodded, "...By the way, what's this Senate that guy was talking about?"

Julius explained, "The Senate was the administrator of Ohema, but darkness later enveloped Omphalos, and more and more city-states were annihilated by the Black Tide and the threat of the Nicadori. As the crisis approached, Ohema became Omphalos's only refuge. To combat the disaster, the Senate was forced to hand over some administrative power to the Golden People, and the one who led the Golden People was Aglaia, the 'Golden Weaver.'"

"Today, Ohema is jointly managed by two factions, each with its own supporters... I can only say that the situation is not that simple."

"I see."

Ash had a strange expression.

Why does it sound so Roman?

"Master Ash..." Julius hesitated. "You just offended Marcus. I'm afraid he won't let this go. Aglaia leads the Golden Race. Her decisiveness is like a ray of light amidst the darkness, constantly guiding the Holy City forward. But she is far too rational, almost frighteningly so. So please be extremely careful."

"Oh?"

The other person's personality image automatically appeared in Ash's mind.

"I see. Thanks for the reminder, Julius."

"We are the ones who should say thank you... Well, I have something else to do, so I'll leave now." Julius bowed to Ash and left with the guards.

They really treat me as a savior... Ash touched his chin. Human faith is so scary.

He closed the door and went back inside.

Ash stretched out his hand.

The originally dark room was illuminated by a bright light.

In front of him, a small sun disk suddenly appeared.

Omphalos's Journey: Chapter 4: The Power of the Sun and the Artifact

The round golden disc, engraved with mysterious and intricate patterns, emits a gentle glow.

The light illuminated the room, bright but not glaring.

But in addition to the light, Ash could also feel a mysterious power emanating from the sun disk.

Only he himself can feel this power.

In Runeterra, the Protoss conspired to control the Star-Forged Dragon King Aurelion Sol, gaining knowledge of the sun from him and creating the Sun Disc to draw upon the Dragon King's power.

To be precise, this power comes from the sun, but the sun was created by the Dragon King and is part of the Dragon King's power.

The first generation Dragon King was set as the creator god of the universe. Although he was weakened for a while later, he is still the most powerful existence in the lol universe.

Ash didn't know if this world had a Dragon King, but it definitely had a sun. This was probably why the Sun Disc was still effective. However, because the disc was too small, the power it absorbed was very weak. So far, he was still far from reaching the strength of an Ascended Being.

"It's a lot bigger than before."

Ash looked at the disc in front of him, wondering how much his current strength differed from that of the so-called Golden Descendants.

I want to see people when there is no one around, but when I see people, I have to consider a lot of issues, which is troublesome.

Judging from the current situation in Omfalos, it is basically in the stage of a post-apocalyptic wasteland. The only well-preserved civilizations are the holy cities of Ohma and Xuanfeng City. The concept of good and evil in human nature brought about by the continuous exploitation of the living environment is much stronger than under normal circumstances.

This means that once you deal with those people, you have to be extremely careful.

"Judging from their reactions, there shouldn't be much difference between me and the Golden Clan. However, there are also differences among the Golden Clan, just like the fact that even though we are all Fate Walkers, our strengths vary greatly."

"And there's more than one Golden Descendant. If they band together, I definitely won't stand a chance of winning."

Ash spread out his hands, and as the power of the sun surged in his body, yellow sand appeared out of thin air between his palms, gathering enough power to kill the enemy.

Now he can only use the yellow sand to help fight. When he becomes stronger, he can directly create sand soldiers and form an army with sand.

Even further, he can transform into the Desert Emperor and send down giants to fight.

In short, the greater the power, the greater the ability.

But it takes time.

"Ah~ Why not somewhere else? The Immortal Ship is so good. I understand the plot and can just stay there. Otherwise, Beloberg is also fine. It's easy to survive in a small place. If all else fails, I can just stay there as a 996 worker at the Black Tower Space Station."

"How about finding a Shilipo? Waiting for the Starry Sky Train to arrive, but I don't know where the plot is going now."

The most troublesome thing about Omphalos is its closed nature. Civilization has collapsed, the world has fallen into eternal darkness, and there is no way to obtain information from the outside world.

But then again, he and the Golden Clan didn't even know each other, let alone any hatred.

We just beat up the so-called messenger, and it is unlikely that the other party will come to cause trouble.

Rather, according to the nature of the game, it is more likely that because his special abilities are noticed, the Golden Race will come to him and force him to save the world together.

But Ash would definitely not agree. Who would save the world when they have nothing to do after eating?

Even if the world explodes, what does it have to do with me?

The problem is that there must be more than one person like Marcus in the world. Because if you have the ability, you have to take responsibility. It feels so good to criticize others from a moral high ground.

After all, the Golden Race is too special in this world, and there is also some inexplicable oracle. Even if Ash is unwilling, someone will force him to be the savior and exchange his life for hope.

If a conflict arises as a result, there is no telling what will happen.

Therefore, the blacksmith must be strong himself and have choices only when he has strength.

As he pondered, Ash calmed down.

Draw power from the Sun Disc to strengthen yourself.

At the same time, the yellow sand under his feet spread rapidly outward, and the power sank into the earth. Through the sand, Ash was able to sense the surrounding situation.

Although it is not as intuitive as what we see with our eyes, the sand will not lie and it will immediately know if there is danger approaching.

Soon, he noticed that there seemed to be a lot of people outside the house.

Not an enemy, no dangerous aura emanating from him.

He opened his eyes, put away the sun disc, and walked out curiously.

When I opened the door, I found that many villagers had gathered outside the house.

"He's out. He's out."

"The light just now... is gone. Where did it go?"

"Did he do it? The messenger from Gioria, the mysterious Golden Descendant."

"It was he who drove back the Black Tide."

As the crowd was in wonder, an old man in his fifties or sixties walked out.

He stood in front of everyone, then suddenly knelt down and kowtowed to Ash.

Then the others also knelt down and did the same thing.

"Messenger of Gioria, great Golden Descendant, benefactor of Tilkas, your radiance is as bright as the eyes of Aegler. Please pause your hurried steps and bring down a glimmer of light for your suffering people."

Ash was stunned.

"What glory?"

"You just summoned the dawn in the house."

The old man raised his head, his face full of excitement.

Light!

That's light.

Since the arrival of the eternal night, no one knows what the daytime looks like except for the holy cities of Ohma and Xuanfeng City.

Ash suddenly realized that emotions were attracted by the light emitted by the sun disk.

"I'm sorry, old man. That's just one of my abilities. It's not the dawn, and it's not as bright as day."

The old man was at a loss.

Just then, Old Otto came over with a group of people.

"Alright, alright, the messenger needs to rest, don't crowd around here."

He waved his hand, signaling the crowd to disperse.

As a priest of the Tilkas clan, his words are orders.

"Respected messenger, Master Ash, I apologize for disturbing your rest." After the crowd dispersed, Old Otto bowed slightly. "You must be puzzled by their behavior, but for us, the Tilkas, your arrival is like a spring rain on the dry land, the dawn light, bringing new life to us who are lost in confusion and despair."

"Ultra Priest, is it really that exaggerated?"

"Do you have time? I want to take you somewhere."

"can."

There is no distinction between day and night in the eternal night. Ash can't even tell what time it is, and he sleeps whenever he feels tired.

At this time, Old Otto was leading the way.

He asked the others to leave and took Ash alone towards the ruins in the north of the village.

Until the silhouette of the ruins in the dark night was close at hand, Ash raised his head and saw the altars and statues outside the ruins.

Old Otto did not stop, but walked straight inside. He took down the torch on the fire channel and illuminated the road leading to the depths of the ruins.

"This is one of the few places that has not been invaded by Nicardori's minions. Lord Ash doesn't have to worry about being attacked by them." Old Ultra said.

"Will the army of Xuanfeng City attack others everywhere? What exactly does Nicardoli want to do?"

Ash had encountered attacking soldiers in many places, but those soldiers were a little strange and didn't look like humans.

"Those are the Mad King's claws, warriors forged with the unique power of the Hanging Blade. Once a Titan of Discord, Nicadori was now a fallen slave to war. Yet, the people of the Hanging Blade still obey his will, wreaking chaos across Ompharos. The Hanging Blade Legion has gradually lost its name as a 'warrior.'"

"But Nicardori wasn't the only one going crazy. No one knew what had happened. The Golden War had suddenly erupted. The millennia-long conflict had already destroyed all order in Omphalus. The former Titans had either fallen into a deep sleep or fallen, unable to respond to their people."

Old Otto's voice is filled with vicissitudes and nostalgia.

"So this is the ruins of Gioria?"

"Yes, the glory of Gioria once shone upon the entire Tiercus, but now the gods have fallen silent."

Just silence?

Ash looked at the ruins along the way and was afraid that Gioria had already fallen.

According to Marcus and some information he had in his previous life, the Golden Descendants had to take the path of killing gods, slaying the Titans, and becoming the "heroes" who saved the world.

But there are still many people in this world who believe in those Titans.

People like those in Xuanfeng City still follow the will of the Titans.

Even in Ohema, those people never gave up their faith.

For the holy city is also sheltered in the glory of Kephar.

This is very contradictory.

Believe and enjoy the power of Titan.

At the same time, we have to kill them to save the world.

It's a pity that he traveled through time before 3.0 started, otherwise Ash wouldn't be so blind now and have to rely on guessing for everything.

"...Now, under the leadership of the Golden Descendants, Ohma has been fighting against Nicadori's forces. Thanks to them, Nicadori won't pay any extra attention to those of us who are hiding in the corner."