Chapter 533: Who is the King

The thin and weak teenager threw the exaggerated giant rock onto the ground, causing the entire earth to tremble. He grabbed a towel, wiped his sweat, and said: “You must be the Instigator Bruce, right? I am Arno, the one you’re looking for.”

Olli quickly stepped forward, snatched the towel, wiped Arno’s sweat for him, and said somewhat reproachfully: “You don’t need to train so hard. Recovering your strength isn’t something that can be accomplished all at once.”

Arno rubbed the back of his head and laughed hehe: “Only with enough strength can I protect you at all times.”

Olli’s hand trembled slightly. She pinched Arno gently through the towel, rolled her eyes at him, and her voice was like a mosquito humming: “Don’t talk nonsense, there are people here.”

Arno didn’t say anything more, just looking at Olli with a naive smile.

The chubby Bruce only felt that the two seemed to have raised an indescribable magical barrier, as if a light rose between them, and the atmosphere of the environment became sticky. Blue felt like a spare part, standing there awkwardly. He couldn’t help feeling irritable, and an inexplicable anger arose in his heart.

Arno and Olli were intimate as if nobody else was there for a while before they suddenly remembered Bruce. Seeing Bruce’s expression changing uncertainly, Arno slapped his forehead and retracted his leaked aura.

“Sorry, I didn’t control my Mind Power aura and accidentally affected you.”

Looking at Arno’s apologetic expression, Bruce suddenly realized the reason for his unusual irritability. He had long heard that the Abyssal Knight’s aura carried soul-stirring power. If inadvertently infected, it was highly likely to amplify the dark side of one’s heart and even lead to corruption and darkening.

Bruce subconsciously stepped back a few steps, looking at Arno’s expression as if looking at an abyss. Being able to easily affect a Second Ring Wizard, this invisible influence could simply be compared to the whispers of the abyss.

He said with a hollow laugh: “It’s fine, it’s fine. I should have cast a Maximized Mechanized Mind on myself. It was my negligence.”

After speaking, he cast the Second Ring Spell “Maximized Mechanized Mind” on himself. After hesitating and feeling it wasn’t enough, he cast another Second Ring Spell “Strong Soul Closure” on himself.

After being blessed with these two common spells for resisting the abyss, Bruce straightened his body, looking like a battle-hardened potato, and said confidently: “I am indeed called the ‘Instigator’ by many people, but that’s all their jeering and misrepresentation. The truth is all in this scroll page. You’ll know once you read it.”

Arno was still quite confident in his own strength. After confirming Bruce’s identity through the Magic Net, he reached out to take that torn scroll page, the legendary “Book of Prophecy.”

He and Olli leaned closer to catch that torn scroll page, and pop-up windows popped up in front of their eyes simultaneously.

After reading the content of the pop-up windows, Arno and Olli also had an understanding of what to do. They looked at each other and understood each other’s intentions in an instant.

Olli took a step forward and said to Bruce: “Go find someone else. Arno and I don’t want to have so many disputes in this world either. Even if it’s a stage play, it’s reality for the people of this world.”

It was the first time Bruce encountered this situation. Thinking the other party was unaware of the huge benefits involved, he repeatedly emphasized the massive Power of Fate and Great Source feedback they might obtain, but was firmly rejected by Olli shaking her head.

He left the Abyssal Knight City somewhat despondently. Arno was an important part of the plan. Without Arno, who should he find to replace him?

…

In the Underworld, Ace, who was monitoring the trends of this grand act, found the failure record submitted by Bruce. He frowned, and his projection appeared directly in front of Bruce.

Seeing Ace, Bruce was greatly shocked and hurriedly bowed to greet him.

Ace said a few words to him and handed him a dream bubble. Bruce, who was dejected just a moment ago, was full of confidence again and took that dream bubble to find Arno again.

Arno and Olli took the dream bubble. Scenes of the past flashed before their eyes, and Ace’s words lingered in their ears.

“I know you don’t like this, but we have no choice. The Kaya World has encountered unprecedented drastic changes. In these drastic changes, our strength is only enough to be the most marginal pawns.

“You incarnated as an Abomination, but what remains unchanged in your heart is still protection. But protection requires power. In this world, we guide a dance of fate, promoting the progress and unification of civilization and the recovery of the world. Our original intention has not changed. Even in this world, we are also leading the world to progress together.”

Arno looked up at the top of the crypt, the Sun Crystals blooming with soft light, and he whispered: “It seems Olli and I have no choice but to compete with the Lich King.”

Under Bruce’s activities, the entire Crypt World had been completely stirred up, with constant disputes. Traces of blood color also lingered on his body. The fragment of the Book of Prophecy in his hand flashed, actually transforming into Power of Fate for him to upgrade.

He had returned to the surface and gathered with his good friends Allen, Eva, and Luther.

“I finally understand. Lord Ace has obtained a authority comparable to God King Kronos in this world. He bosses us around through the panel tasks, while he himself can easily harvest a large amount of Power of Fate.”

Luther asked curiously: “How do you know?”

Bruce patted his fat face and whispered: “I’ve gotten such huge benefits, and my strength is about to break through to Level 2, let alone Lord Ace. He can definitely get even greater benefits, otherwise why busy himself with this?”

Eva nodded in agreement: “If Lord Ace gets greater benefits, his strength will become stronger, even achieving Demigod. This is beneficial and harmless for the High Tower Wizards.

“Currently, Demigods are the strongest on the inner side of the world. If Lord Ace really becomes a Demigod, we will also have some guarantee on the inner side of the world.”

Allen hesitated for a moment and stammered: “I have an idea, I don’t know if I should say it?”

Everyone hurriedly asked him what his idea was. He hesitated a few times and said: “Haven’t you ever thought about it? The reason why those above True Gods can’t enter the inner side of the world is not that they can’t, but because of the vow restrictions between the Great Source and the gods. The Great Source of this world is almost dead because of the Holy Light. With our world merging with the Giant Tree World, will something unexpected happen to our Great Source too?”

Bruce slapped his thigh and said loudly: “It’s very possible!”

He looked around and whispered: “Who knows what will happen with the fusion of two worlds. Just like synthesizing two people into one, who knows if it will cause schizophrenia! Two worlds—the Giant Tree World extended such long vines in, wouldn’t it leave any traces at all?”

This idea was indeed somewhat chilling. If one thought deeply about it, who exactly would dominate the fused Great Source, and who would it favor?

“Even a Demigod might not necessarily have a guarantee! We can’t just pin our hopes on Lord Ace; we also have to work hard ourselves.”

“Yes. I hope Lord Ace can share the method of projecting to the lower realm with us. How slow is it for him to work alone? With so many of us wizards pioneering together, spreading across countless worlds, wouldn’t that be wonderful?”

Bruce said, shaking his head, as if seeing the scene of himself slaughtering in all directions in other worlds in the future.

Little did he know that Ace was also monitoring him at all times and heard everything clearly. Ace smiled slightly, arranged another challenging task for Bruce, hovered in the Underworld, and whispered:

“This Bruce’s brain is indeed quite flexible. I actually also want to let all wizards go pioneer, but it’s not very realistic. Wait until I substantialize the mental imagery world, project the demi-plane, defeat the Holy Light, and use the God King Privilege of this world to drive the world to develop together, accumulating enough resources.

“Upgrading all Noble Phantasms to Demigod Artifacts, and nesting the celestial universe composed of Noble Phantasms in the dream demi-plane. With Domains as the foundation, blooming the flowers of Laws. Such a me will definitely be the strongest Level 4.

“By that time, I will comprehend the mysteries in the core of the Astral Plane and turn them into my own use. Only then will it be possible to let all wizards pioneer new worlds for me and for themselves.”

Ace’s train of thought was very clear, and his goal was extremely definite. The only problem was the Holy Light.

“It’s too strange to say. This Holy Light is actually making no moves. It’s simply strange. Could it be laying some trap in Mount Celestia or requesting helpers from other worlds? I must speed up. They only thought of plundering this world but didn’t expect to expose the coordinates of their own world to me.”

Ace’s eyes were burning. The world where the Holy Light and angels were located was undoubtedly a higher-level world. According to the knowledge the Crystal Dragon gave him, judging by Astral Stratification, the Holy Light World should be at a layer below the Kaya World.

Stronger than the Bernard World, weaker than the Kaya World. That is highly likely a Level 3 World. If this judgment is correct, then the strongest existence in it should be Level 5.

“One more world means one more path. Given the current situation of the Kaya World, even Demigods are probably just pawns. Whether True Gods can protect themselves is also unknown. I must discover more worlds to give wizards more time and greater space to develop!”

….

Leaving aside Ace lying low in the Underworld, several years had passed. The Imperial Capital Bernada had become an ocean of joy. People were rejoicing. The great Son of God, Augustus, was coming of age.

He was already sixteen years old, with handsome looks and a perfect figure, exactly possessing a youth’s disposition. Having grown up under Yamila’s wings until now, he finally had the qualification to act freely at this moment.

The believers loved Augustus very much. Many people had watched him grow up. He rode a tall horse parading through the streets. Men, women, old, and young crowded together to watch him. Young girls and young women screamed loudly, making the scene very lively.

As the Son of God, the born King of Kings, Augustus had long been surrounded by a circle of little friends. These people were also gearing up, hoping to achieve a great career from then on.

The group moved forward slowly under the escort of the army and finally arrived at St. Klan Cathedral at sunset. Yamila was already waiting here with a face full of smiles. Seeing his mother here, Augustus was slightly restrained.

He politely greeted his mother. Yamila said lovingly: “This is a place of miracles. Go inside and pray for your Father’s oracle. He will bestow glory upon you.”

With longing and awe, Augustus slowly approached.

In the bright church hall, the crystal ball symbolizing the God of Dreams and Magic Net was blinking. Augustus walked slowly, prostrating and kneeling with every step. Just like this, the sky outside turned completely dark, but the church was as bright as day. Augustus knelt beneath the crystal ball, murmuring prayers devoutly.

In a daze, he saw a figure in the mist calling him softly. Listening carefully, he couldn’t hear clearly. He kept running but could never get half a step closer to the figure. Running like this for an unknown amount of time, Augustus suddenly tripped and fainted.

When he woke up again, he was already in the Imperial Palace bedchamber. The attendants said that Empress Yamila personally carried him out and announced that he met his Father in a dream.

“Was that person really Father God?”

The puzzled Augustus went to the Astrological High Tower early the next morning to ask his teacher, the Prophet Bayen, for guidance.

Bayen unhurriedly sorted out his long beard, put the white beard into a bag, and then said: “Your Majesty might as well have an astrological divination.”

After speaking, he took out a crystal-clear crystal ball and placed it on the table. He snapped his fingers, and the whole room turned pitch black. Then stars were born from the pitch black, and soon the entire room became a brilliant starry sky.

Augustus clicked his tongue in wonder. Following Bayen’s guidance, he tried to close his eyes and recall facing the crystal ball. The stars turned, and Bayen’s mana pulsed slowly. After an unknown amount of time, the crystal ball showed a vast expanse of grayness, seemingly with countless figures walking about.

“What is this?”

Augustus asked puzzledly.

Bayen was not in a hurry. Threads of Fate had already intertwined. Looking at his task, he said somewhat ethereally: “This is an omen. As to where exactly it is, you still need to find it yourself. This is God’s test for Your Majesty.”

Augustus carefully observed the crystal ball for a long time and finally left in doubt. Bayen let out a long breath. Although he was proficient in astrological divination, playing this pure charlatan role was still not very appropriate. If it weren’t because this role was truly hard to come by, he wouldn’t have braced himself to snatch it.

Even that guy Logan didn’t snatch it from him, indignantly running to the northern barbarian tribes to change a role. He didn’t know what he was up to recently either.

“Perhaps the gods and sons of gods in the Kaya World are also like this. Epics once recorded that Ronamus split the sea. Looking at it now, it’s simply a drama prepared by the gods. Now I also experience the feeling of gods manipulating fate. The general trend of a world is really interesting.”

His face darkened somewhat, murmuring: “The script of the gods in the Kaya World has probably collapsed. This drastic change is the key node for us pawns to jump out of the chessboard and become chess players. If we miss it, wait until the native gods and foreign gods compete and merge, I’m afraid wizards will never have the chance to turn the tables again.”

Just as Augustus was looking for clues everywhere, gathering various scholars and capable people, the struggle for hegemony in the Crypt World also reached its end.

Thousands of members of the Abyssal Knight Order led by the Abomination Grand Knight Arno fought with the millions of skeletons of the Lich King Witte. The Abyssal Knights took protection as their conviction and the Seven Deadly Sins as their means. Arrogance, Envy, Wrath, Sloth, Greed, Gluttony, and Lust—the power of the Original Sin Knights converged into one and blessed Arno .

He burst with abomination in an instant, turning into endless tentacles sweeping flat the holes. Olli did not participate in the battle; she watched from afar without saying a word.

The Lich King Witte watched Arno burst with abomination and also drove the Fate Authorities of all skeletons to gather on himself according to the method of driving authority bestowed by Ace. Extreme cold and abomination. The two kings of the Crypt World both achieved Legendary pseudo-authority at this moment, and the decisive battle between them was imminent.

The Threads of Fate were already chaotic. Even Ace couldn’t clearly see this future scenario, but he knew the second act had opened.

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