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

The temptation and obstacles of artifacts

Carl stood within striking distance of the artifacts, yet it felt as if he were facing an insurmountable mountain. His sweat-soaked face held a resolute yet somewhat helpless expression, his eyes fixed on the artifacts radiating a captivating halo, like a hungry wolf gazing at its plump prey.

"Humph, these guardian forces are really stubborn, just like a group of guys guarding their food." Carl muttered as he carefully moved his feet again.

However, the moment he took action, a new crisis crashed upon him like a surging tide. Space around the sword, suspended in mid-air, began to twist violently, like a vast vortex, threatening to ensnare everything around it in endless darkness. The warped space took on an eerie, dazzling hue, yet dizzying, as if the universe's most mysterious and dangerous black hole were baring its fangs.

"Wow, where are you sending me? Outer space? I didn't buy an interstellar ticket!" Carl yelled, his voice echoing through the ruins, a trembling, trembling sound of terror. His body began to slide uncontrollably into the warping space, his feet struggling desperately on the ground, leaving two deep "crunching" marks and raising a cloud of dust.

At that moment, the mind-bending divine power emanating from the shield on the nearby stone platform also haunted him like a ghost. Carl felt his vision begin to blur, and strange images kept flashing through his mind. He seemed to see himself back in the Land of Illusionary Light, laughing and chatting with his friends. But then the scene shifted to his friends being devoured by darkness, their hands reaching out to Carl for help, their eyes filled with despair.

"No! This is not true!" Carl roared, his voice like a loud bell, "clang clang". Veins bulged on his forehead, and he held his head tightly with both hands, trying to dispel these terrible hallucinations.

"Hey, Carl, what's wrong with you? You look like a drunk lunatic!" A familiar voice rang in his ears. Carl struggled to open his eyes, only to see a winged elf flying in front of him. It was the clever little ghost he had encountered in the ruins before. The elf's wings flapped, making a slight sound.

"Don't be fooled by these illusions, they are all fake, you have to cheer up!" The elf said anxiously, his voice was sharp and thin, and the "chirping" echoed in Carl's ears. It bumped Carl's cheek with its small body, and with a "click", it tried to wake him up.

Carl took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. "I know, these little tricks won't defeat me." He gritted his teeth, a glint of determination in his eyes, and his teeth clattered.

He began to concentrate, mobilizing the powerful spiritual power within him. This spiritual power emanated from his body like brilliant sunlight, gradually dispelling the divine power fluctuations that were confusing his mind. As his spiritual power grew, the hallucinations gradually disappeared, and Carl's eyes regained clarity.

"Huh, I almost fell into your trap." Carl wiped the sweat from his forehead and took a long breath. "Hiss——" he said to the air around him, as if those guardian forces could understand his words.

Now, Carl returned his attention to the protective mechanisms surrounding the artifacts. He carefully observed the fluctuations of power around each artifact, trying to identify the patterns within. He discovered that these protective forces were not random, but rather like a complex magical symphony, each note had its specific position and function.

Although the force of the space distortion was powerful and dangerous, the direction and interval of each distortion seemed to have a traceable pattern. Carl discovered that when he moved to a specific location, the force of the space distortion would briefly stagnate, like a running gear suddenly stuck.

"Hey, elf, look there, it's like a door is opening. We have to seize this opportunity." Carl pointed in a direction and said to the elf, his voice rising with a hint of excitement, "Huh?"

"I don't see anything, but if you think it's okay, then give it a try. I hope it doesn't send us to some strange place again." The elf said with some doubt, with a worried "hum" in his voice.

As for those divine power fluctuations that confused his mind, Carl also discovered their patterns. Whenever he approached a certain distance from a certain artifact, the frequency and intensity of the fluctuations would reach a peak, and then there would be a brief weakening.

"It seems that these guardian forces also get tired. We will wait until they take a nap and take action." Carl said to the elf with a smile, and laughed "hehe" with the corners of his mouth raised, trying to ease the tense atmosphere.

After repeated observations and attempts, Carl felt he had gradually mastered the technique. He prepared to attack the artifact once again, this time with even greater confidence. However, he also knew that these protective forces would not let him succeed so easily, and that more challenges lay ahead.

Just as Carl was about to act, the entire ruins suddenly shook violently, as if enraged by his provocation. The ancient runes on the wall flickered even more intensely, their light nearly illuminating the entire ruins.

"Oh no, it seems we have completely pissed off this big guy. Carl, are you ready?" The elf flew nervously to Carl's shoulder, grabbed his clothes tightly, and flapped its wings faster and faster, making a rapid and panicked sound.

"Come on! No matter what, I won't back down!" Carl clenched his fists, his gaze fixed firmly ahead, ready to take on the new challenge. His fists clenched with a crackling sound. In his eyes, the divine artifacts held the key to increasing his strength and unlocking the secrets of the divine realm. No matter how many obstacles stood in his way, he was determined to obtain them.

As the tremors intensified, more protective forces were activated. Mysterious chains of energy surged from every corner of the ruins, snaking toward Carl like living pythons. Mysterious runes shimmered on their surfaces, each imbued with immense power, seemingly intent on binding Carl tightly.

"What's new here? Are you planning to tie me up and give me as a gift to someone?" Carl teased. Although he knew the danger of these chains, he still maintained an optimistic attitude, with a hint of disdainful "hum" in his words.

He quickly cast a spell, trying to dodge the chains' attack. His figure quickly shuttled through the ruins, leaving a trail of afterimages. But the chains seemed to have the ability to track him. No matter how Carl dodged, they kept chasing him.

"Elf, help me look behind, these guys are like dog-skin plasters and I can't get rid of them!" Carl shouted as he ran, his voice filled with the sound of "wheezing" from running.

"They are catching up with you! You have to go faster!" The elf shouted nervously in the air. The sound went out with a "whoosh" and its wings flapped faster, guiding Carl in the direction.

While dodging the chain attacks, Carl also had to constantly pay attention to the spatial distortion and mind-destroying power surrounding the artifact. It was like walking on a tightrope, with every step fraught with danger, but he couldn't afford to make the slightest mistake.

Suddenly, Carl spotted a relatively safe area ahead, where the energy fluctuations seemed relatively stable. He seized the opportunity and dashed in that direction. The moment he entered the safe zone, the chains slammed fiercely into an invisible barrier, emitting a dazzling light and a deafening roar. "BOOM!"

"Phew, that was close! We are safe for now." Carl breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his face, and his breathing made a "whooshing" sound.

"Don't be happy too soon, Carl, these guys won't let us go so easily." The elf warned, its little eyes looking around vigilantly, its eyes rolling "gurgling".

Carl knew he couldn't stay here for long; he had to quickly break through these protective forces and seize the artifacts. He once again cast his gaze upon the artifacts radiating a mysterious light, silently calculating his next move. In this divine relic teeming with danger and challenges, Carl, like a lone hero, engaged in a thrilling battle with the powerful guardians for his goal.

And this contest has just reached its climax.