Huh? Are they all real?.

Before he could speak further, a steel-flag knight drew his sword and placed it against his neck.

The king showed no intention of turning back, yet seemed to know everything that was happening behind him, saying:

"Don't make me say it a second time."

With no other option, the commander could only stand up shakily.

We've reached the edge of this abyss of reality.

After swallowing hard, he mustered his courage and jumped towards the nearest tombstone.

The first time went well; he was unharmed.

But looking down into the still bottomless abyss, and at the next tombstone that seemed as distant as the starry sky, he found himself unable to move his legs.

He could only look pleadingly at the king behind him.

But the king's face only showed a slowly cooling expression:

"I said, continue!"

He looked at the steel-flag knight who had already raised his crossbow and was ready to shoot him at any moment.

He could only grit his teeth and keep jumping.

The second and third pieces were both close calls, but ultimately safe.

Even the next ten or so items were like this.

This made the king increasingly excited and his confidence grow stronger.

But as he finally saw the bottom, thinking victory was assured, he ignored the tombstone behind him and chose the one in front of him that seemed like he could jump over!

Then it was simple: full of confidence, he leaped out, but almost fell.

Until he actually hit the bottom and fell to his death, his screams echoed throughout the entire pit.

Even a performance that cost him his life only stirred a fleeting interest in the king.

"What a useless thing."

No one dared to respond to this, not even with flattery.

Because none of them are qualified to speak with the Supreme One.

Among all the supreme beings, Moen is truly a rare breed.

Although Moen alone makes such rarity quite significant.

It's like, what? You're saying Lionheart and Eternal King are like that too? Sorry, that's me!

Feeling bored again, the Blessed King asked the orc:

"So, that's right down here, isn't it?"

The orc replied humbly with a bow:

"I can't guarantee it, but I think it should be, after all, we've overcome too many difficulties, Your Majesty."

The king found his answer amusing:

“I think there are too few interesting levels like this. If I could, I would really like to hire the designer of this maze as my personal consultant.”

"So that I can always find something to have fun with."

After speaking, the king turned to look at the orc and said:

"The premise is that this old guy who existed before the Age of Gods is still alive!"

The king seemed unfazed by the king's move to send a pawn to scout ahead.

The lives of thousands of elite tomb raiders, and the sycophantic efforts of a mysterious organization, are all insignificant matters to the Supreme Being.

The orc, sensing the situation, refrained from mentioning it further and instead looked at the king, saying:

"It is an honor for him to gain His Majesty's favor, but Your Majesty, you should still be careful, after all, the real highlight is yet to come."

To his reminder, the Blessed King responded as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world:

"The real highlight? What could there be? I admit this maze is interesting, but it's just some tricks that only people who are insecure about their abilities would dabble in."

"Otherwise, why would he go to such lengths to design this maze? Isn't it because he couldn't afford enough guards and had to resort to such a cheap trick?"

The orcs could only nod in agreement.

If he wants to succeed, the Blessed King is indispensable.

The biggest reason he was able to invite the King of Blessing was that he said there was a treasure here that could allow him to avenge his previous humiliation.

The king's face was etched with words of humiliation, and the great god had his left hand cut off as a sign of atonement.

The two supreme leaders of the Steelheart Church could never forget any of this.

After saying all that with a smile, the Blessed King suddenly stopped smiling and looked at the orc, saying:

"Because you offered up Sauron's Ring, and our prophets have also proven your words to be true, I believed you. But now I'm starting to suspect that you might have done something behind my back."

Faced with the king's imposing presence, the orcs lowered their heads even further.

The king had already walked up to him:

"You better pray you're not up to any tricks, otherwise I'm not one of those fools you can just manipulate."

"Of course not, Your Majesty. I, and all of us, are sincerely serving the Supreme One!"

In response, the Prince of Blessing looked at him meaningfully and said:

"I believe that statement, but I don't know which supreme being you are referring to."

Before the orc could think of a reply, the Blessed King, wearing a half-mask, abruptly changed the subject:

"Alright. Let's go down and check out that so-called main event!"

With others scouting ahead, this seemingly most dangerous section turned out to be not so dangerous after all.

After all, the Steel Flag Knights are true elites. Even without a demonstration, they wouldn't make a mistake on such a straightforward trap on their own.

The real threat to them comes from those mentioned earlier. But those earlier have already been explored by others.

The orcs' maneuvers were extremely useful, but the Supreme One paid them no heed.

Therefore, Moen's favorite jumping puzzle was only used to send off the last member of the tomb raiding gang.

However, this is nothing, because Moen designed this maze merely as a tribute.

He hadn't even considered that anyone would actually come. Nor did he think that these things alone could really block anything.

Therefore, he is very satisfied with having so many users.

Moen actually used a different arrangement to guard the door.

After passing the jumping puzzle, which was barely safe, I realized that it was a close call.

What appeared before the Blessed King and his entourage was a very wide, bright passageway with golden tree roots on both sides.

At the end of the passageway is a golden fog gate.

Those inside are the true guardians of the door left by Moen.

As they descended, they all discovered that their strength had been restored without them even realizing it.

After confirming this, Archangel Karu Jade of the Church of Steelheart immediately informed the Blessed King:

"Your Majesty, our strength has been restored."

After glancing back at him, the Blessed King looked at the golden fog gate ahead with even greater interest.

"What is this? The last supply before the big battle? It seems I was wrong, this guy is very confident."

After stretching his body a little, the Blessed King strode forward.

He paid no attention to any of the advice that kept surfacing as he moved forward.

Seeing this, Karu Jade and the Steel Flag Knights quickly followed, bypassing the Blessed King and entering the golden fog gate first.

Only the orcs who remained within the crowd looked down at the advice.

There are three sentences in total.

The first two sentences are advice:

Let's turn back.

You can't win.

The last sentence was an explanation that made him deeply uneasy—"Then, there are gods ahead, please bear witness!"

No way, did that guy put a god here?

How can this be?

How could God willingly hide in such a place?

Filled with unease and disbelief, the orc also passed through the golden fog gate.

Then they saw a sea of ​​flowers, and a huge ancient tree that surrounded the entire sea of ​​flowers.

The ancient tree possessed a sacred quality that drew their attention, as well as an inexplicable hollowness in its trunk.

Whether it's the incredible sacredness or the dazzling circular hollow, it's all so eye-catching.

That's all there is.

What does it mean?

Could it be that all the previous advice was just empty threats?

Just as the orcs were thinking this, they heard a sound.

First came the faint rustling sound that they almost missed, then a grand symphony that could be heard throughout the entire sea of ​​flowers.

The sound was incredibly melodious, magnificent, and made one's blood boil!

It was as if a world-renowned stage play was finally about to reach its climax, and countless masters sitting on the music stage were frantically playing their instruments.

At the same time, they all witnessed the scene that made their pupils shrink.

Above the sea of ​​flowers, the deity they least wanted to face descended.

That was the enemy god who severed their chief god's left arm and carved words on the king's face!

Chapter 384 The Blessed King (4k5)

The rousing music still echoed throughout the sea of ​​flowers.

But the divine enemy that descended from the halo had already landed in front of them.

They looked down on them all with utter contempt, devoid of any mercy.

It was a sense of oppression that made them all feel almost suffocated.

The great battle they had long forgotten began to flash before their eyes at this moment.

In that battle, almost all of the church's senior officials were wiped out.

The original Steel Banner Knights were all killed in battle.

Of the crusaders who defended the faith, seven or eight out of ten perished.

The First, Third, and Seventh Fleets of the Eld Sea were completely annihilated.

The entire College of Cardinals has passed away.

The Inquisition for Heresy was decimated; not one in ten remained.

Of the three great knightly orders, two were completely wiped out, and one was partially destroyed.

The old capital was completely reduced to ruins.

Thirteen demigods, four angels, and only one remains.

Two level-zero sealed artifacts, one lost and one destroyed.

The chief god had one arm severed.

The king had a mark of humiliation branded on his face.