The Rebirth of the God of Law: The Lord of the God Realm

Artifacts in the Ruins

In the divine ruins, a space reminiscent of the slumbering ancient beast, Carl was locked in a thrilling battle with the guardian forces. He was like a brave warrior dancing in the eye of a storm, the attacks around him like a raging sea, and he was the unyielding boat on the crest of the waves.

"Hey! Can't you guys take a break?" Carl shouted as he nimbly dodged a lightning-fast divine force. The attack grazed the edge of his clothes, leaving a deep scorch mark on the wall behind him. Wisps of black smoke rose from the scorch mark, emitting a pungent smell. Carl's heartbeat was racing, and beads of sweat covered his forehead, but his eyes remained firm and alert.

At that moment, his gaze was drawn to several artifacts. They shone like brilliant pearls in the darkness, emitting a captivating, mysterious glow. One sword, its blade like a flowing galaxy, shimmering with brilliant starlight. The gemstone inlaid on its hilt was like the eye of the universe, profound and mysterious. It hovered quietly in mid-air, surrounded by a dreamlike halo, as if a barrier separating it from the world. This halo, like a soft veil, trembled slightly in the air, each tremor emitting a captivating hue. A shield sat on a nearby stone platform, its surface engraved with ancient runes. These runes, like living creatures, shimmered with light, whispering ancient legends as their energy fluctuated. As the runes flickered, faint shadows cast shadows on the surrounding ground, resembling a mysterious dance. There was also a small crystal bottle, its contents akin to a condensed nebula, a dazzling array of colors. Its shimmering light and radiating energy waves shook Karl to a tremor. The liquid surged and rolled in the bottle, as if a small magical world was imprisoned inside.

"Wow, it would be great if I could use these artifacts!" Carl's eyes flashed with desire, like a child seeing the toy he had always dreamed of, his eyes were full of anticipation and excitement, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

However, the guardian power seemed to sense Carl's desire for the artifacts. "Hmph, don't even think about getting your hands on them! They are sacred relics of the divine ruins, not for an outsider like you to touch!" A commanding voice echoed through the ruins, a thunderous roar that stung Carl's eardrums. The sound bounced off the walls, lingering for a long time, filling the entire space with a tense and solemn atmosphere.

Then, attacks rained down on him like a raging rain of divine power. Like angry fire snakes, each thrust lashed out at Carl with its fangs and claws bared. Some of these thrusts transformed into massive stone fists, whistling with the wind as they descended upon Carl from all directions. Each fist was the size of a small mountain, its surface rough and covered in mysterious patterns. These patterns shimmered a dark red as they struck, like the eyes of a demon, their eyes gleaming with ferocity, as if threatening to devour Carl. Others transformed into sharp icy spikes, like transparent spears, trailing trails of white mist as they flew through the air. The chilling aura made the surrounding air seem to freeze. They pierced Carl from every angle, their target unwavering and relentless. As they flew, the ice spikes made a hissing sound against the air, like the whispers of death.

"Oh, how enthusiastic! I'm just watching!" Carl shouted, his figure darting between the attacks. He performed "Phantom Dance," instantly transforming into several phantoms. The stone fists and ice spikes passed through the phantoms, striking only empty space. But Carl knew this wasn't the way to go. He had to find a way to get closer to the artifact. With every evasion, Carl felt the threat of death looming. His breathing quickened, but the determination in his eyes remained undimmed.

While dodging the attacks, Carl noticed that despite the intensity of the attacks, there seemed to be tiny gaps between them. Like the occasional pause in a passionate symphony, he began to carefully observe the patterns in these gaps, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's, not missing a single detail. His gaze fixed on the trajectory of the attacks, his body leaning forward slightly, like a cheetah poised for a charge, ready to strike at the perfect moment.

"Hey, little ones, do you think I can pull it off?" Carl said to the few magical elves flitting around him. These elves, whom he had inadvertently attracted upon entering the ruins, surrounded Carl like a group of curious onlookers. The elves shimmered with multicolored light under the attacking light, their tiny eyes brimming with curiosity, and their wings flapped rapidly, emitting a soft humming sound.

"We don't know, but you look like you're fighting a swarm of angry bees!" A little elf replied with a smile. Its small body shimmered with a pale blue light, and its wings flapped rapidly, bringing a touch of lightness to the tense atmosphere. The elf somersaulted in the air and winked at Carl mischievously.

"Haha, bees? I don't want to be stung by them." Carl responded with a smile, but his eyes were still focused on the trajectory of the attack. There was a hint of bitterness in his smile. He knew that the danger in front of him far exceeded the sting of a bee.

As time passed, Carl gradually grasped the pattern of the attack. He seized the opportunity and, like lightning, rushed toward the floating sword. But the guardian forces seemed prepared. Just as Carl was about to reach the sword, a massive divine barrier suddenly appeared before him. This barrier resembled a vast transparent dome, its surface shimmering with complex runes. The flow of these runes emitted powerful energy fluctuations, halting Carl's advance. The shimmering light of the runes stung Carl's eyes, and he could feel the powerful energy like an invisible wall, mercilessly separating him from the artifact. Carl reached out to touch the barrier, and a powerful reaction force knocked him back several steps. His arm went numb, as if struck by lightning, but he remained fixed on the barrier, his fighting spirit burning even more fiercely.

"Damn it! This won't faze me!" Carl gritted his teeth, a flicker of determination in his eyes. He began to mobilize his divine power, preparing to forcibly break through the barrier. His hands danced, muttering something, and the air around him began to violently ripple. His divine power gradually gathered into a massive ball of energy, which blasted towards the barrier. As he moved, his hair flew up from the surge of energy. His face flushed slightly from the effort, and the veins on his forehead bulged, revealing his determination.

"Boom!" With a resounding roar, the energy ball collided with the barrier, unleashing a dazzling light and a powerful shockwave. The entire ruins trembled slightly under the impact of this force, dust falling from the walls and cracking some ancient murals. The light, as dazzling as a sunburst, instantly illuminated every corner of the ruins, revealing even the mysteries hidden in the darkness. The shockwave, centered at the point of contact between the energy ball and the barrier, spread outward, overturning objects and creating cracks in the ground. Mysterious light flickered faintly within the cracks, as if the ruins were groaning in pain.

Amidst the light and smoke, Carl saw a tiny crack appear in the barrier. "There's a chance!" He rejoiced, casting his magic once more, increasing the intensity of his attack. His figure loomed in the light, like a warrior battling a god, giving his all for the artifact so near yet so far away. Every movement was charged with power, every spell cast with a desperate determination. His eyes burned with a desire for the artifact and a single-minded determination for victory.

Not to be outdone, the guardian force strengthened its barrier's energy while directing other attacks towards Carl. Stone fists and icy spikes rained down again, this time with greater speed and power. The entire ruins fell into chaos, a cacophony of light, smoke, and attack, creating an apocalyptic scene. Stone fists fell like meteorites, each impact causing a violent tremor that threatened to collapse the entire ruins. Icy spikes rained down like dense raindrops, their collisions producing a resounding sound before shattering into even more tiny shards that continued to fly towards Carl, leaving him nowhere to hide.

But Carl had no intention of retreating. He had a single goal in mind: to obtain the artifact. He weaved through the attacks and dust, dodging stone fists and icy spikes while relentlessly attacking the barrier. The crack in the barrier widened with his efforts, and the light of the artifact shone brighter through the crack, as if beckoning him, granting him strength and courage. Within the ruins, Carl's battle with the guardian power reached a fever pitch, his fate tightly intertwined with the fate of the artifact. His clothes were soaked with sweat, and his body bore several scratches from the attacks, but he pressed forward like a valiant lion, forging ahead towards his goal. With each step closer to the artifact, he felt a mysterious force beckoning him, making him forget the pain and fatigue of his body.