I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

At the bottom of the pit, Karsas lay on his back.

His single wing shattered into dust, and his right arm broke off and disappeared at the shoulder.

There was a fist-sized hole in the center of his chest, from which a faint, dark purple light flickered, and the core of the abyss was slowly crumbling.

He is still alive, but has completely lost his fighting ability.

Eve had reverted to her human form. She knelt on the ground, covered in blood, her clothes torn to shreds.

But she hasn't collapsed yet.

She supported herself on one leg and slowly stood up.

“You are indeed very strong.” Eve’s voice was hoarse and low as she looked at Karthus at the bottom of the pit, “but an ant from the abyss does not deserve my respect.”

Karthus lay on his back at the bottom of the pit, his chapped lips trembling slightly.

"Hahaha……"

"Although some energy has dissipated, it is enough for my lord to descend."

Chapter 153 The King of Toussaint

"I go."

Lynn blurted it out.

Karthus's body is disintegrating.

His mangled body transformed into countless dark purple specks of light, surging towards the broken obelisk like moths to a flame.

"Oh no!" Eve's voice came from behind.

Lynn's gaze followed the points of light.

They burrowed into the cracks in the obelisk ruins, and the runes on the obelisk that had been extinguished lit up again.

The broken obelisk began to hum.

The spatial rift at the top of the monument, which was originally on the verge of collapse, expanded at a visible speed under the infusion of Karthus energy.

“He offered himself up as a sacrifice,” Anna’s voice came from inside the shield, her lips pale.

“The ritual does not require a complete obelisk.” Eve staggered over, covered in blood, her clothes torn to shreds, but her eyes remained cold and sharp. “Kalthus himself was a vessel of the abyss; he poured all the abyssal magic he had accumulated, along with his own life, into the remaining obelisk.”

So even if we win, it's useless?

Eve did not answer.

But her silence was the best answer.

"Can you destroy the remaining half?" Lynn asked Eve.

Eve looked down at her hands; her cracked fingers were still trembling slightly.

"I can not make it."

The three people stood in the ruined square, their faces grim as they stared at the ever-widening crack.

Despite defeating Karthus, they still couldn't stop the ritual.

Lynn took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

A semi-transparent panel appeared in my mind.

Name: Lynn

[Level: 60]

[Class: Warlock]

[Sanity Value: 125]

[Upward fluctuation: 5 points]

[Sinking Points: 70]

[Available Sanity Points: 0/70]

Lynn's eyes were fixed on the floating points.

If the sanity value is increased from 125 to 130...

The last time he raised his sanity to 125, he attracted a level 79 temple guard.

What about 130?

What level of things will it attract?

If the being that arrives is far beyond level 79, it might be able to contend with the descending Lord of the Abyss.

But the risks are equally enormous.

But if nothing is done, the rift will continue to widen, the projection of the Lord of the Abyss will descend, and everyone present will die.

no choice.

Lynn opened her eyes, ready to click the plus sign.

Just as he was about to press the button, something appeared on the horizon.

Lynn looked up.

In the distance, a huge black dot is approaching at an extremely fast speed in the sky.

"what is that?"

Anna also looked over, her gaze suddenly focusing.

The black dot is getting closer and closer, and its outline is becoming clearer.

Eight enormous magical beasts stood in neat formation in the air, with wingspans exceeding ten meters. Their bodies were covered in scales interwoven with gold and silver, and each one exuded unparalleled power.

Eight chains extended from their breastplates, dragging a chariot that was entirely black and inlaid with gold patterns.

Lynn withdrew her hand from the panel.

“That is…” He turned to look at Eve.

Eve's brows were furrowed deeply.

"Impossible," she whispered.

"What's impossible?"

Eve didn't answer; she looked at the chariot, her lips slightly parted.

The tank hovered above the square.

The eight demonic beasts folded their wings and their massive bodies slowly descended, creating a shockwave and raising clouds of dust as they landed.

The eagle emblem engraved on the outer wall of the chariot was faintly visible in the dust.

“The royal coat of arms of the Duchy of Toussaint,” Anna whispered from behind.

Eve nodded.

“But the king has been assassinated.” Eve’s voice was low, as if she were talking to herself. “The heir to the throne is only four years old… How could a four-year-old ascend the throne so quickly? How could he possibly be using the king’s chariot?”

Sixteen knights, clad in heavy silver-white armor, descended in unison from both sides of the chariot. The clanging of their armor was perfectly synchronized as they formed an impeccably ceremonial formation on either side of the chariot.

The knight at the front knelt on one knee and raised one hand.

The carriage door was pushed open from the inside.

A woman was the first to step forward.

Her deep purple court dress trailed on the ground, the gold embroidery flowing like life in the morning light.

Her long, jet-black hair was braided into an intricate plait and coiled on top of her head, secured with a gold crown inlaid with a red gemstone.

Her features were extremely delicate, with a high nose bridge, slightly upturned phoenix eyes, and full lips with distinct lines.

Lynn estimated that she was probably in her early thirties, but the word "thirty" seemed superfluous when applied to her.

The aura she exudes has nothing to do with age; it's an imposing and noble presence that makes people afraid to look directly at her.

Behind her, a little boy slowly walked out of the carriage.

Her short white hair resembled the frost and snow of early winter.

His young face was expressionless, only showing boredom.

He was wearing a poorly fitting dark blue tuxedo, and casually toying with a white wildflower in his right hand; the petals were already somewhat wilted.

The child leaned against the woman's legs, not even glancing at the square.

Lynn's expression was priceless.

A stunningly beautiful woman appears on the battlefield of a demigod's decisive battle with a four-year-old child—this scene just doesn't seem right.

"queen……"

“Eve”.

The Queen's gaze fell on Eve, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

"You have done a good job in protecting us."

Eve opened her mouth as if to say something, but the Queen did not give her a chance to speak.

"Next, the king will take over the battlefield."

Eve was stunned.

Lynn was also stunned.

king?

His gaze fell on the white-haired little boy leaning against the queen's leg.

The child looked to be no more than four or five years old, with chubby cheeks and soft, snow-white hair hanging down to his shoulders, still holding the small white flower in his hand.

He didn't even raise an eyebrow.

Eve's expression returned to calm after a brief moment of shock.

"Your Highness, has the King... been recognized by the will of the kingdom?"

This is her biggest question right now.

The Kingdom's will requires extremely stringent conditions to recognize a Guardian.

The previous king, who was also the child's father, never received the approval of the kingdom's will throughout his life.

He was just an ordinary person who rose to that position through political maneuvering and marriage alliances.

The recent assassination of the king has plunged the entire Duchy of Toussaint into turmoil.

Eve was already asleep in the Land of the Underworld and was unaware of what was happening in the outside world.

But she never expected that during this period, a four-year-old child would not only ascend the throne, but also be recognized by the kingdom's will as the new king.

The queen looked down at her son and gently stroked his soft white hair.

Her gaze softened.

The day her husband was assassinated, the entire royal city was in chaos.

The rebels stormed the palace, and the Royal Guard was almost completely wiped out. She hid in a secret room with her child, listening to the sounds of battle outside, thinking that everything was over.

Then her child suddenly quieted down.

Its small body exudes a warm and vast power.

What happened next was a natural progression.

With the power empowered by the kingdom's will, she led the child out of the secret chamber.

The rebellion was quelled within three days.

Within seven days, the new king ascended the throne.

Within two weeks, she purged all forces in the royal city that were secretly colluding with the Abyss Order and blocked all news from the royal city, preparing to expose all the rebellious nobles throughout the duchy.

All of this was because of her child.