Huh? Are they all real?.

The masked man laughed:

"The adults won't care about this. Didn't she personally carry you out of the pool of blood?"

The goblin shook his head and said firmly:

“I must care. I have indeed committed a terrible crime. The adults don’t care because they are so noble. I can’t. I don’t have that right.”

The goblin pointed to the iron gate and said:

"In the next battle, I will stand at the front. I know there are many others who share the same thought as me, but I must seize the front position."

"I will be the first to breach the Seven Hills, and in doing so, I will atone for my sins."

The masked man bowed slightly:

“I deeply admire your courage and faith, even though there are no gods or faiths in the place where you were born.”

“It’s alright. I’ve found my faith, and I believe that even the dwarves of the Seven Hills will eventually understand the lofty ideals of the adults.”

The goblin drew the sword that the lord had personally bestowed upon him and said:

"This is a sword that symbolizes a knight's identity. I am just a goblin and a stranger, but since I have been accepted by you as a member of the White Knights, I will give everything for you."

“I will use the sword the master gave me to show the stubborn dwarves of the Seven Hills that they are wrong!”

"Then, I will let the adults' beautiful ideals permeate this world, and my world!"

The masked man bowed even more deeply in submission:

“I also admire your glory, but I am far from having your steadfastness. Although I am ahead for now, I believe that with this faith, you will surely become a demigod, an angel, and finally serve you forever.”

"However, in order to make this a reality, please allow me to give you this. It is just a small blessing that may save your life in a critical moment."

“I know you would be willing to give your life for the master, but you can do more for the master if you stay alive, right?”

The goblin readily accepted:

“You’re absolutely right, my friend. I can feel your deep love and admiration for the adults, and I’m sure you believe in them as steadfastly as we do!”

He watched as the goblin accepted his medal.

The masked man returned to his tent with his hands behind his back.

Then he took off his mask, revealing a face that was constantly festering.

He felt no pain because he was blessed.

But he could not recover, because he had already died.

He died on that damned grassland, at the hands of Sauron, whom He didn't know whether to thank or curse.

Without Sauron, He wouldn't have died, but He would have lost the extraordinary characteristics of Sequence Four.

But without Sauron, He would not have appeared; He would have been suppressed by the newcomer and then disappeared completely.

Looking at his ugly reflection in the mirror, although he didn't care about his physique or appearance, he did find it rather disgusting.

It's a wonder that even in his condition, that bitch could still hold his corpse and wake him up.

You know, that bitch woke him up by kissing his forehead, which was covered in maggots and pus.

Just thinking about it makes me realize that even if it's just a show, this bitch is going too far.

No wonder she has achieved everything she has today.

That bitch's abilities made Him extremely wary, but only that bitch would truly cooperate with Him and pull Him back from hell.

Even death can be alluring.

What a terrifying power! O Primordial One, thankfully you did not bestow this power upon one of your eldest sons.

Otherwise, the war of revelation would probably have ended without even a fight.

In that case, one would be forever trapped in the position of an angel.

They cannot see their own god die.

After sighing, He raised His hand and tore off a piece of rotten flesh from His face.

Although it was rotten flesh, it was indeed full of divinity.

After all, it is the flesh and blood of an angel, and the essence of an angel is still Him, the returned supreme being.

That bitch's power is terrifying. If she hadn't been so overconfident, I definitely wouldn't have had any chance.

Although I can't live without her now, I am a prophet!

The prophet is best at turning a bad hand into a good one and finding a way out of a dead end.

You bitch, if you want me to be your dog, then you'd better wait until I bite your throat out!

A brand-new stone slab appeared before my eyes, with festering flesh and blood blending into it.

A moment later, the powder slid off.

The prophecies that guide Him forward float upon it.

The bell tolls once.

The soldiers have returned.

The bell rang twice.

The king has returned.

The bell tolled three times.

The gods have returned.

A large clock?

His gaze instantly pierced through the tent and landed on the large bell hanging high above the iron gate.

This was placed on the iron gate by the King of Turin.

But I've heard that the real creator wasn't King Turin, but Dark Moon.

The King of the Moon commissioned his deity to create this great clock, which he then presented as a gift to his dearest friend.

Subsequently, this large clock also became a symbol of the friendship between the two kings.

Only when the ancient and mysterious King of the Moon comes to visit will the King of Turin ring this great bell and open the thirteen gates beneath the iron gates.

He and the Moon King were not from the same era; He had long since died by then.

However, based on some of the things He found, the Moon King seems to be from the same era as Him.

But that guy kept it hidden.

It's also possible that the guy has been active under a different identity all along.

But I suppose it must be some kind of angel.

It's important, but not that important.

Moreover, there is only himself here now. There is no King of Turin, no King of the Moon, and even the Dark Moon is practically dead.

So the clock is quite obvious.

But what does it mean for the warrior to return, for the king to return?!

That bitch won't come here. So her dog won't come either.

Definitely.

Warriors can offer countless explanations, but this king...

It seems that the lack of Sequence 4 characteristics has severely limited him.

It was that damned Sauron after all!

I must find a way to kill him!

Even if He was involved with the elves!

Foolish Anstice, you will never have the chance to avenge the deep-seated hatred between you and Sauron.

However, since He has offended me, I will take pity on him and help you deal with him as well!

After chuckling a few times, He quickly pressed his forehead.

A large amount of pus flowed down His fingers and into His sleeve.

It smelled extremely foul.

"You can't think like that, you can't think like that. Soren and I are not direct enemies. I have no reason to make enemies."

"It's still because of that idiot Anstice."

The lack of Sequence 4 characteristics greatly affected Him.

If He is not the returned Supreme Being, but merely a Sequence Two angel.

He must have gone mad.

The fact that he can still maintain such rationality is already a very strong performance.

"In short, this is the most important thing. The last prophecy!"

He slapped the last two prophecies on the stone tablet.

The great bell tolls three times, and the gods return.

This is what He desires.

But that's not enough yet. He is only a Sequence Two at this point; He cannot yet distort prophecy or usurp destiny.

Damn it, is that woman so confident in this that even though she started this war for me, she's still delaying sending my potion?!

The three of them could still rely on their previous accumulation to allow the clown to slowly gather the extraordinary characteristics of Sequence Two.

But there are only three copies of the extraordinary properties of Sequence One!

It's almost impossible with just the three scumbags and a clown.

So the three of them each arranged a path, but what Anstice and that guy arranged, he didn't know.

He had prepared that woman.

That woman was indeed capable; she not only saved Him from starting this great war, but also brought Him a Sequence One potion.

But the woman still hadn't handed him the potion.

It was clear that she was wary of him.

Because she knew she hadn't been completely corrupted by her yet.

“I have to do something, otherwise I will have no way to tamper with the prophecy.”

"But I don't have much time left. That woman's allure is too terrifying. The longer I delay, the more I will be seduced by her."

"Hope, hope, where is my hope?"

He pondered deeply about his way out.

-

But in the far distance.

Inside a pure white temple.

Watching the pillars, their color gradually shift from pitch black to almost pure white.

A copy of the Sequence 4 extraordinary ability to complete the set was placed next to the pillar, and a copy of the Sequence 1 extraordinary ability was also placed next to the pillar earlier.

In this world, black has always been considered the color of prophets.

-

Having completed his promotion, Moen had reached the edge of the Seven Hills, where he could already see the Iron Gate in the distance.

That was the divine barrier that the King of Turin left for the dwarves.

Even the wrath of the gods could not destroy this fortress.

Once upon a time, the iron gate was the hope of the living.

However, Moen never expected that the iron gate, which even the Bewildered Ones couldn't breach, would be taken away in this way today.