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Chapter 245 and the Moros World! Searching for the Primal Stones!
"Holy Sword Rain".

The tyrant floated in mid-air, raised one hand, and terrifying divine power surged out of his body, transforming into a sky full of golden holy swords that launched a rain-like attack on the ground.

Amidst wails, screams, and the sound of shattering, countless Black Tide lives were pierced by the Holy Sword. The divine power annihilated the power derived from the Black Tide—a powerful characteristic unique to the [Sequence] power, a power capable of saving the world.

The ignited volcano continuously erupted, spewing terrifying, turbulent rain of lava that fell on Kuroshio's head with a hissing sound.

Caught between natural disasters and a tyrant, the Black Tide lifeforms fled frantically, no longer lingering.

"Escaped?"

Ye Mingqiu watched the fleeing Black Tide lifeforms but did not rush to pursue them, because even if he caught up with them to their stronghold, he would most likely not be able to obtain the maximum benefit.

In the description of the Spirit Realm, the Black Tide life forms possess a unique immortality, making them difficult to kill with normal attacks. It also requires the characteristics of [Divine Power] to successfully kill a large number of Black Tide life forms, and the Primal Stone is still needed to truly suppress the source.

[Enter the World - With Moros]

[Difficulty Level: Hell]

World Introduction: Moros is a continent steeped in ancient oaths and tragic poems. Here, there are swords and magic, as well as the struggle between the Black Tide and heroes. Countless legends have made oaths in the story of fighting against the Black Tide, building great achievements with their lives and strength, and leading the world toward hope.

【Moros】In ancient times, it meant “cradle of twilight”, implying that the world both nurtures life and is always shrouded in the twilight of the end.

The Black Tide originates from the world's own demise, rather than from the invasion of external substances. Therefore, the Black Tide calamity is extremely difficult to deal with, and worlds are often annihilated by the Black Tide.

There are many possible causes or possibilities that led to the emergence of the Black Tide. It could be a problem with the world itself, or it could be the encounter with a "mutated world gene" or something else.

Conventional physical attacks or extraordinary magical damage cannot cause significant harm to the Black Tide. The only thing that can counter it is the [Primal Stones] scattered throughout the world, formed from the very essence of the world.

The top blacksmiths and top rune mages have joined forces to forge the Primal Stones into a Suppressing Stone to suppress the Black Tide and repair the world's disease.

Mission objective: Resolve the Black Tide crisis and extricate the world of Moros from danger.

How to resolve the Kuroshio crisis?
Ye Mingqiu narrowed his eyes in thought.

First, the solution to the Black Tide might not be limited to using the [Original Stone]. The [Holy Power] he possesses also has a strong restraining effect on the Black Tide life forms, so it's possible to directly use the [Holy Power] to resolve the Black Tide crisis.

But
The fact that divine power can solve the problem does not mean that we can ignore finding the Primal Stone. The Primal Stone is a top-tier resource formed from the [Origin of the World] and has extremely high value. We must do everything we can to find it. Use it if we need it, and take it back if we don't. In short, we will definitely not lose out.

After successfully repelling countless Black Tide armies, Ye Mingqiu turned to look behind him. A bard dressed in white silk and a green cloak, along with a tall and imposing warrior, were walking towards him without any ill intent.

'Were they attracted by my overwhelming power?'
Ye Mingqiu thought to himself.

He watched as the two approached from afar. The bard had a relaxed and carefree smile on his face, while the hero carrying a greatsword looked at him with a solemn expression, as if he were on guard against a sudden attack.

"Your Majesty, the Bloodthirsty Tyrant, the power you wield is more dazzling than the sun in the sky and more magnificent than the mountains on the ground. Even the most monstrous dragons must bow their proud heads before you," the bard said, bowing in praise.

The brave warrior beside him also bowed his head and paid his respects to him.

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Ye Mingqiu returned to his normal size and sensed the levels of the two people. They were both level 10 overlords. They did not have the [God] trait, but they were still considered good among overlords and were quite strong.

Especially the hero, whose attributes are now close to those of an overlord with the [god] trait.

He asked, "What do you want with me?"

"The Black Tide has descended, wreaking havoc on the world. Even your slumber has been disturbed by the Black Tide. We wish to assist you in destroying that vile Black Tide," said the bard.

"Ah."

Ye Mingqiu responded.

A eloquent bard and a powerful warrior might be able to offer me some knowledge and assistance.

【Original Stones】are composed of the world's essence. Before deciding whether to consume Originium, it is best to acquire enough Originium within the world of Moros to maximize your gains.

"Your Majesty, the Bloodthirsty Tyrant, you will become a celebrated king. I will sing your praises and spread your power throughout the world for all eternity," the bard said.

"it is good."

Ye Mingqiu replied.

Although he didn't care about fame, the bard's words made him feel comfortable, and he didn't mind traveling with the fellow for a while.

At the same time, fame is not entirely useless to him. If he reveals his identity as the Lord of Light and Shadow and has people chant his name, it might bring him a lot of benefits.

另外
Ye Mingqiu was very curious about one thing: without a special catalyst derived from faith, is it really impossible to give birth to a top-level [God] characteristic title?

For others, it might be impossible to achieve this, but his title of "Bloodthirsty Tyrant" has the characteristic of "unified initial identity," which allows him to appear in different worlds with the same initial identity, be praised in different worlds, and thus allow the title level to be upgraded.

perhaps
I can reach nine stars someday!

Although reputation doesn't mean much to [Bloodthirsty Tyrant] right now, things might be different in the future.

Inside the tavern, 【Blood Lion and Rose】, the air was bustling with noise. The aroma of malt liquor and the savory scent of roasted meat mingled in the warm air, dispelling the faint, chilling atmosphere of the Black Tide that wafted from outside the window.

In a noisy corner, three people sat around a rough wooden table, their atmosphere completely out of place with their surroundings.

The bard, Adila, had sun-kissed blond hair and azure eyes; his casual smile was enough to make a teenage girl blush.

"Ding~"

Adila plucked the strings of the lute in his arms, producing a few crisp notes that broke the silence between the three. With an infectious smile, he began to tell his story to the man in black robes across the table.

“My name is Adila, a homeless wanderer, or perhaps a bard.”

Adila's voice was clear, with a carefully crafted narrative rhythm. He continued, "When I was a child, I found a tattered sketchbook in a garbage dump. It was filled with drawings of wandering minstrels who traveled the world, free, romantic, and using poetry to tell stories. At that moment, I decided that this was the life I would live."

"and then?"

Adila paused, her smile unchanged, but a subtle shadow of gloom flickered in her eyes, as if she didn't want to recall it, yet had no choice but to face it.

"You're asking about that sketchbook? Hah."

He scoffed, a bitter laugh in his voice. “I was thrown into a fire right in front of me by the young master of a noble family. He had noble soldiers hold me down, pry open my eyes, and make me watch them burn to ashes. I can never forget his laughter; it was the most detestable sound I’ve ever heard in my life.”

Then, Adila suppressed his bitterness, his tone becoming firm and sunny, and said, "I will become the best bard, and then... I will make those corrupt nobles who treat commoners like dirt pay the price in my own way." His words were full of a sense of justice, but if you listened carefully, you could taste the unscrupulous meaning hidden behind the word "way."

After the self-introductions, Adila and Ye Mingqiu both turned their gazes to the man sitting on the other side, who remained silent as a rock—the Warrior.

He wore worn leather armor, a broadsword leaning against the table, and exuded an aura of having experienced countless bloody battles.

"Mordes".

The hero spoke, his voice low and flat, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

“When I was a child, my village was destroyed by an evil dragon. My parents were buried in the ruins and burned to death. The girl who fled with me was also kidnapped by human traffickers.”

"Then, I was adopted by a kind grandfather, but because he raised me, he couldn't pay his taxes and was beaten to death by tax collectors."

"Before he died, he touched my face with his withered and thin hands and told me: I do not regret adopting you, because you are my hope, and I hope you can also become the hope of the world."

Every word he spoke was terrifyingly flat, devoid of any emotional embellishment, yet it carried a weight heavier than any lament.

"Later, I picked up the sword."

The brief statement paints a picture of a collection of human tragedies, and Adila timely reveals an expression of mixed sympathy and admiration.

Finally, their gazes focused on Ye Mingqiu, who had remained silent throughout.

Faced with the gazes of the two, Ye Mingqiu slowly raised his eyes, his gaze as calm as a deep pool, without the slightest ripple.

“My story.”

He spoke, his voice not loud, yet carrying a peculiar penetrating power that instantly drowned out the surrounding noise, "You already knew."

The story of the Bloodthirsty Tyrant originated from files created by the spirit world. In fact, he himself did not know what kind of past he had unless he was willing to look for it and investigate. However, Ye Mingqiu felt that there was no need to do so, since he did not need to deliberately maintain a persona.

Because he is powerful enough, and powerful strength is the most versatile key in the world.

Adila's smile froze for a moment, and Modes's eyes flickered slightly, but neither of them spoke.

Ye Mingqiu completely ignored their curiosity about the past and directly steered the conversation to the core issue: "Let's talk about raw stones. Where are there raw stones on this continent? Where should we go?"

Adila quickly adjusted his expression, leaned forward, lowered his voice, and demonstrated his value as an information broker: "According to my latest intelligence, deep within the Frostwhisper Forest in the North, there is said to be an abandoned ancient elven observatory."

"The Stonebuilding Council's archives vaguely mention that a raw stone discovered by the elves thousands of years ago might be sealed there. We can plan a route, first to the northern fortress of Icefang, hire a guide familiar with the forest, and then..."

"Too much trouble."

Ye Mingqiu interrupted him directly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation, and said, "Just tell me the exact location of the Elf Observatory."

"Uh... it's no longer visible on the map, but it's probably near Mirror Lake in the center of the forest..."

"Then let's go straight to Mirror Lake."

Ye Mingqiu's voice was simple and direct, carrying an unquestionable air of authority.

If he were weak, it would be understandable if he needed to make preparations and plans in advance. But he is powerful, with ridiculously high defense, resistance, and damage reduction, and his soul strength is extremely high, so he is not afraid of any accidents.

In this situation, it would be too troublesome to devise a complicated attack plan.

Just go and get it; that's the most efficient way.

Adila opened his mouth, his carefully crafted plan to gradually demonstrate his value and gain benefits during the long journey was completely negated.

My plan has been completely wasted!

A fleeting, barely perceptible anger crossed his face, but it was quickly replaced by a deeper calculation.

Modes, who had been silent all along, now fixed his gaze on Ye Mingqiu, his eyes seemingly seeing through everything. He wasn't unaware of Adila's thoughts, nor did he understand the enormous risks in Ye Mingqiu's plan, but he simply watched, like a rock observing flowing water, unmoved.

Finally, before Adila could speak up again, Modes said, "Strength is the best key, and I believe he possesses that key."

The hero's statement left Adila speechless, all her prepared remarks stuck in her throat.

He looked into the Bloodthirsty Tyrant's unwavering, icy gaze, then at Mordes's tacit acceptance. The tavern's clamor seemed to vanish from this corner at that moment, and an eerie silence descended, broken only by the crackling of grease in the firelight.

A few seconds later, Adila's face once again displayed that sunny, cheerful, yet utterly cold smile.

“Okay, okay,”

He shrugged and said in a light tone, "My knowledge is still too limited. Since you want a direct route, then let's be more direct. There's nothing wrong with that."

Adila took out a map and pointed to the volcano on it. "This is where we are now." Then he began to move his finger, tracing a curve toward a lake, and said, "We can take this route to Mirror Lake. This route is the shortest and fastest."

"Isn't the shortest distance between two points a straight line? Why not take a straight line?"

Ye Mingqiu asked as a matter of course.

“There are continuous high mountains here. Going straight is not the shortest route. Taking a detour will be faster.” Adila pointed to the mountain range, but as he spoke, he felt something was wrong. Logically speaking, the Bloodthirsty Tyrant should be able to understand something like this.

"Then why don't we just fly there?"

"Ok?"

In the afternoon, the three of them sped along on a golden boat made of [divine power], while Adila and Modes fell silent.

They had considered countless possibilities: the Bloodthirsty Tyrant might bring out treasures, summon pets, or use past connections or money to travel by airship. They had considered all of these possibilities.

But to their utter surprise, the Bloodthirsty Tyrant didn't choose anything. He directly used [Divine Power] to create a small golden boat on the spot, and then used his ultimate control to make the golden boat fly in the sky.

What the hell is this monster?!

What incredible control!
Even more terrifying is that the golden boat flies at an absurdly fast speed, and its hull is extremely sturdy, allowing it to fly for a considerable period of time.

This shows that the Bloodthirsty Tyrant has an absurdly strong control over his power, and his total amount of divine power in his body is extremely high, and his recovery speed is also extremely fast. He is an ultimate numerical monster that is terrifying to the extreme!
monster!

(End of this chapter)