Chapter 559: Chapter 412 I Wish I Had Never Been Born (4K)
The endless sky above teed with extraordinary phenona; amidst swirling clouds and mist, nurous legendary figures of the Heavenly Enlightennt Level shone like the constellations, each one casting a brilliant, attention-grabbing light.
Clad in fiery red battle armor, Marshal Horatio radiated intense heat, his eyes like burning Flas, wielding a massive Fla Sword that eternally blazed with inextinguishable Flas.
This sword, known as “Fla Prison,” was one of the most powerful Alchemical Weapons in Claud World, fashioned from Forbidden rare artifacts with “enhancent effects,” consuming human life during its forging.
Its wielder could manipulate Flas, igniting the very air around, creating a sea of fire that made escape impossible for enemies.
And the more powerful the user, the larger the sea of fire that could be unleashed. Without a doubt, Marshal Horatio possessed a strength approaching the Apocalypse Middle Rank, capable of forming a sea of fire vast enough to incinerate an entire city.
“We must stop that man; otherwise, the future will be unbearable, not just for Lorne, but none of you will escape… Once that man reaches the Apocalypse Upper Rank, he will surely conquer the world, and we all know too well his ambition and desire for vengeance, re supremacy will never satisfy him.”
Horatio paused, then continued, “What he aspires to is an ‘Invincible’ strength, a degree of might that would pose no threat from all the peoples of the world combined, and there’s really only one way to beco that powerful… and that is to beco a God.”
As soon as he spoke, a man dressed in golden robes among those present began to look troubled. After pondering for a mont, he couldn’t help but speak up,
“Marshal Horatio, mind your words. A God is a God from the mont of creation, it is absolutely impossible to beco a God later! The Great Blazing Sun is above us; are you all determined to turn a blind eye?”
If anyone else had said this, perhaps they would have been mocked with the retort, “Apart from the God of Reforging, the Gods have not appeared or issued Divine Oracles for a hundred years.”
However, the man in the golden robes could not tolerate such comnts.
Anyone who dared to speak blasphemy to him had to risk a fight to the death because he was the Pope of the Sun Church.
He was an august and sacred figure, with long golden hair that shone like the rays of the sun, eyes deep and bright, and a face marked with the symbol of the sun.
The Sun Pope’s golden robe was emblazoned with the patterns of the sun, the material of the robe was exceptional, shimring with golden light, just like the sun’s brilliance, with a sun-shaped necklace around his neck, holding a formidable Forbidden rare artifact known as the Sun Scepter.
This Forbidden rare artifact was one of the few, and its magic lay in the fact that it was not only a Forbidden rare artifact but also a mighty weapon blessed by the Blazing Sun.
Anyone who held the Sun Scepter could gain endless energy, never to exhaust their strength or energy reserves as long as they were bathed in sunlight.
Beside him stood an erald elf female dressed in a green gown, her long hair billowing in the wind, clenching a crystal-clear Magic Flute that could manipulate the power of Nature, resonating with all living things, making the earth, trees, and flowers her weapons.
This erald elf was also a legend of the Heavenly Enlightennt Level, and an ancestor of the Elf Clan, from whom nearly all erald elves descend today.
For years she had been absent from the Ouden Continent, disinterested in the fate of the Elf Clan, her gaze even more indifferent than a machine’s.
The erald elf remained silent, her eyes coldly observing everyone, showing no intention of speaking.
Not just them, Pri Minister William, “Crown,” and even the Emperor of Lorne had also arrived.
The Emperor of Lorne, standing there, drew the eyes of everyone present. He didn’t exude an intimidating presence, but an eerie quality about him kept everyone apprehensive.
For so inexplicable reason, this Emperor of Lorne was always… enigmatic. With only the Lower Level of Apocalypse power, even the Heavenly Enlightennt Middle Rank Extraordinary Exponents would remain wary of him.
Or rather, not just the current Emperor, but all past Emperors of Lorne had shared this peculiar quality, characteristics that always felt slightly discordant.
Many powerful experts had co to this place, yet the Thousand-year-old Pope of the Salvation Church failed to appear, leaving the Sun Pope sowhat perplexed.
Why hadn’t he co?
At this mont, they had all gathered around the fringe of the Seven Stars Empire, the space around them trembling subtly with their arrival. Their gazes pierced through the clouds, focusing on a common agenda—discussing the Supre Seven Stars Emperor.
“There’s nothing more to say; isn’t our goal the sa? To utterly destroy him!”
“As long as the Seven Stars Emperor falls, there will no longer be the terror of a single dominant might in this world. Isn’t that the outco we all desire?”
As the discussion deepened, an unprecedented silent agreent ford among the Heavenly Enlightennt powerful experts. Temporarily surpassing personal feuds and alignnts, they worked jointly towards a more radiant future.
And the conclusion of that future was… the death of the Seven Stars Emperor!
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As the first streak of Dawn penetrated the horizon, the outline of the capital gradually ca into clarity amid the Dawn light, but the morning’s tranquility was replaced by an indescribable atmosphere of tension.
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