Huh? Are they all real?.

Bella, standing in front of it, asked with even greater curiosity:

"Benalana and I are known as having the strangest relationship between god-kings in history. As for you, what you want to protect is this civilization, so is the king you've chosen such a strange existence as a civilization?"

Bella felt that her title of the strangest god-king might soon be taken away.

But the divine machine's answer made it instantly widen its orthodox golden dog eyes:

"No, the king I chose is also a human being, and the relationship I established is that of master and servant. Therefore, we should be the same."

"Oh? What a surprise! So, may I have the honor of knowing who this Emperor is?"

"I'm sorry, I can't say."

Bella nodded knowingly and said:

"Ah, you want to hide your king in the shadows of history? Many people have done this over there, and there are even clowns whose kings are still unknown to this day."

"Who exactly is the King of Clowns? Don't you even know?"

"Yes, nobody knows, it's as if it never existed at all. Some even say that the clown's ascension to godhood involves losing his king. That's why nobody knows who he is to this day."

"But who knows the truth? Let's not talk about that anymore. Look, I brought what you wanted."

Just like over there, even though this body was just pieced together from gold coins, Bella still carried a small bag embroidered with bone patterns.

With its habitual flick.

The bone backpack came to its front, allowing it to calmly take out the item that Shenji had specifically requested.

"I'm certain this is the last piece of Om Ore in the world. If anyone can produce a second one, it must be a primordial fake!"

Bella, carrying the ore in her mouth, kept wagging her tail.

As usual, after promoting their abilities and products...

Bella, having put down the Om mine, asked with even greater curiosity:

“Om is a versatile metal; many of the firstborn sons even used it to forge their desired creations during the time of Genesis.”

“However, you don’t intend to use it to create a body for yourself, do you? I admit it has that function, but as you can see, there’s far too little of this Om ore.”

Although it had no physical body, Bella felt as if the divine machine was shaking its head in response:

"No, this is a gift, a gift for my king."

Her words only made Bella feel more awkward:

"This? Is it to celebrate your ascension to godhood or to the throne? And please forgive my bluntness, but this seems rather inadequate for either purpose. Although it is my product."

What Shenji did was continue to deny:

"More important than preciousness is meaning."

"I admit it, so what's the point of this thing?"

Looking at the Om Ore in front of Bella, Shenji said in a gentle voice that even a blond man could easily detect, "This is what he left behind."

Bella quickly denied it:

"No, no, no, you must have made a mistake. This piece of Om ore was found in the ruins of the Ironfoot Clan. If we trace its origins, it can at most be related to the King of Turin, since the Ironfoot Clan is the clan from which the King of Turin originated."

"But this thing actually predates the King of Turin, because it was found in ruins discovered at the end of the Second Age. It was said to be a treasure of the Ironfoot Clan at that time, so it was carefully enshrined in the dwarven shrine."

"If we continue the discussion, this thing is rumored to be a gift from the Rose King. You know, right? The Rose King whose very existence is unknown."

"To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that the Clown was so much later than the Rose King, I would have doubted whether the Rose King was the Clown's king."

It suddenly stopped amidst Bella's rambling.

After a long while, it looked at Shenji in astonishment and said:

"No way, is the Rose King your king?"

Shenji did not answer, but at this point, not denying it was tantamount to admitting it.

So after giving Shenji a deep look, Bella very tactfully changed the subject:

"I have personally delivered the goods to you, so our transaction is now complete. Let's talk about something lighter."

"For example, why do you think His Majesty Trajan wanted me to change the name of the route?"

Data streams are constantly being transmitted in the quantum sea, possibly in less than the blink of an eye.

The divine calculator then determined the answer:

"Theoretically, it should be to control something with naming rights, and in my calculations, that's a 98.9% chance."

"The remaining 1.1 percent is just for fun."

"Fun?"

"Yes, it's fun."

Bella shook her head and laughed after hearing this:

"Your Majesty Trajan wouldn't go that far, would you?"

"Well, theoretically it shouldn't be that bad, but in reality, I personally think that's the answer."

"Because in my understanding, if His Majesty Trajan really wanted to do something, he wouldn't make it so obvious to others. Regarding the control over naming rights, the most likely scenario is that he would keep it hidden for future use."

Bella found Shenji's answer a little strange and said:

"You seem to know His Majesty Trajan very well?"

"Yes, after all, I need his help."

"Is that so?"

The wise golden retriever sensed something else, but it also knew it wasn't something to delve into.

Therefore, both non-human beings chose to stop there.

-

But in the distant spirit world.

The horned man, wearing one of the Nine Commandments of Mankind, led his two companions to a giant mirror.

The mirror was so large that it was too big for even a giant to use.

But for some reason, it broke.

Spiderweb-like cracks divided the entire mirror into countless pieces.

Each piece displays a different landscape.

Those were all spirit beings who had visited this mirror before.

With the arrival of the three horned men.

Their images also appeared in front of the mirror.

But upon closer inspection, one will find that it is not reflecting them, but rather their past.

Moreover, there is no precise time; every moment from when one is approaching or fully arriving in front of the mirror will randomly flash back on the mirror's surface.

Looking at the strange mirror, the dwarf hummed:

"Is this one of the three Level One Sealed Items for the Return Path?"

The horned man nodded and smiled:

"That's right, this is 1-007 of the Theory of Regression. It is the manifestation of one of the three sequence characteristics of the Theory of Regression."

"It's also one of the trump cards I prepared for this trip."

"So, in order for our grand plan to succeed, my two brothers, I need you to help me 'get it into my hands'."

Without hesitation, they revealed their magic rings.

And it was placed on top of the mirror.

The horned people's ring was also added later.

The degree of shattering of the entire mirror increased at an indescribable speed.

The time came to the sixth second after they placed the Ring on their heads.

The entire mirror shattered in front of them.

Amidst the falling of countless shards of mirror.

Of the three unharmed individuals, the one with the horned man's lips curled up as he picked up a small round mirror.

"Alright, we've obtained this extraordinary property."

"This gives us a trump card to guard against the worst-case scenario."

The dwarf said seriously:

"But you're not a transcendent being on the return path. Are you really ready?"

As companions, they were well aware of the Horned One's plan: to forcibly integrate this Sequence One characteristic when necessary, and become a Sequence One angel for the return pathway.

Don't underestimate this angel. If the angel on the path of return is handled properly, it can be a powerful force that is even more exaggerated than that of a god.

Because the principle of return doesn't only apply to oneself.

This becomes more and more obvious as you go higher up.

The only problem is that if a horned person is forced to advance, they will die very quickly.

The horned man chuckled:

"I can do it whenever needed."

Chapter 428 Winter's Embers Cromwell (4k)

As the journey progressed, Moen had almost forgotten how many times he had turned the bracelet.

Should it be eight times or nine times?

I can't remember it very clearly anyway.

Because there wasn't anything noteworthy to mention in the following instances.

He did not see his eldest sons as he had seen on previous occasions.

We didn't even see the higher sequences later on.

But Moen still managed to fill in the gaps in his understanding of the Rose King.

At least those legends have survived.

For example, among the remnants of his later First Age, creations from the period when the Bewilders of the Third Age roamed were found.

For example, some unearthed stone slabs record him humming songs that were born thousands of years later.

Moen felt that the Rose King's journey should be nearing its end.

Any more, and there's a risk of making mistakes.

So the only problem now is that his exploration of the White Calamity is still limited to just the hummingbird.

The problem is that Moen has already covered most of the history of the four eras.

Apart from the hummingbird, everything else matched his 'fragmented' memories perfectly.

Therefore, Moen had to wonder if his cutting off of that anomalous history had been so exaggerated that even a bug-like method like going back in time couldn't be detected.

But if they were really that capable, they shouldn't know about hummingbirds.

Could it be that I'm just incredibly unlucky?

Moen, who always thought his luck was pretty good, suddenly began to doubt it.

After standing there and thinking for a long time.

Moen stroked his chin and muttered to himself:

"Then let's try again. If we still get nothing this time, I'll crush the bracelet and go back, so as not to leave too much impact and cause the ritual to fail."

Moen had roughly finalized his idea.

However, before spinning the bracelet...