Chapter 931: Chapter 608 Ancient God Gathering_2
Beside him, a gaunt figure shrouded in black leather spoke, with a voice resonating like tal:
“Another poor soul not recognized by society, facing exclusion. I sympathize with you, but this is not a sanctuary for the unfortunate. Without the majority’s consent, you have no right to remain here.”
Chen Lun looked up and vaguely glimpsed multiple deep-set eyes through the hollow of the black leather.
This person’s na was “Chiliarch.”
“So what are the evaluation standards of the ‘Worldly Secret Cult’?”
Chen Lun leaned back in his chair, speaking calmly.
The Ancient Gods laughed in unison, making the atmosphere extraordinarily peculiar.
“There are no specific standards, but by default, there are two important reference conditions.”
A short figure emitted a sharp voice, wearing an exaggerated pointed hat that even covered its upper body.
Chen Lun turned his gaze towards them, the panel indicated the na “Hat Boy.”
“Either soone like us, existing since ancient tis, or one with the power to converse with us as equals.”
After Hat Boy finished, the man with the flowery hat echoed:
“Ancient existence, equal power.”
Chen Lun glanced at him, this person was called “Earl of Parroting.”
He couldn’t help but think to himself, the na fits the person well.
“I believe Your Majesty, the King in Azure, is fully qualified to join, and I wholeheartedly support it.”
The Snow Gentleman chuckled.
Then, with a mocking tone in his laughter, he continued:
“After all, Lady Laugh’s so-called detection thods not only failed to work but also ended up backfiring. With such imnse power held by Your Majesty, the King in Azure, what objections could there be from anyone?”
The laughter among the crowd grew even louder.
Sharp, mighty, resonant, and indistinct voices intertwined.
It felt even more like a strange gathering of monsters.
Chen Lun lowered his gaze.
He gleaned much information from the Snow Gentleman’s words.
It seed that the hanging eyeball decoration and the odd fragrance he detected upon entering The Great Gate were all tactics used by “Lady Laugh,” ntioned in his words.
Nicely put as “detection,” but it was essentially an intimidation tactic.
Unfortunately, Chen Lun’s power and resistance were too high, causing Lady Laugh’s plans to backfire, instead being consud by the Mythical Fla characteristic of the mythical being “The First Day”…
“Truly convinced.”
A pleasant female voice ca.
Chen Lun turned his head to see a voluptuous figure with her face covered in a veil of colorful gauze approaching along the beach.
She wore a top hat, with a lazy chaleon resting on the brim.
“Your Majesty, the King in Azure, truly soone even the Tresor Empire couldn’t deal with; my little tricks are quite shaful…”
Lady Laugh pulled out her chair and sat down slowly.
Then she turned her head, her subtle gaze through the veil falling on Chen Lun.
“Please don’t be angry; it’s just a usual initiation ceremony of the ‘Worldly Secret Cult.’
Chen Lun didn’t speak, only responding with a smile.
‘Backfired by the Mythical Fla, so she’s temporarily absent to tend to her injuries… Ha, as expected of an Ancient God, seems it’s just a minor injury.’
He mused quietly.
The Island Master at the main seat spoke:
“Alright, everyone, since we are almost all here, shall we proceed to vote on whether to accept the new mber…?”
As he spoke, he slowly raised his large hand.
“I’ll go first, I agree to Your Majesty, the King in Azure’s inclusion.”
“No reason to disagree; it’s been over a thousand years since the ‘Worldly Secret Cult’ had a new mber, I find this gratifying.”
The Snow Gentleman was the second to raise his hand, his tone exaggerated.
“I find this gratifying.”
The Earl of Parroting was the third to raise his hand.
Lady Laugh remained silent for a few seconds, then raised her hand:
“Although Your Majesty, the King in Azure, is not an eternal existence, such a high position is indeed rare, I agree to his inclusion.”
At this point, four people had already agreed.
Including the vote of “ssenger” Nate Sofite as the nominator, it was apparent, the Worldly Secret Cult had ten mbers, making this half.
One more vote was needed.
Yet the other mbers remained indifferent.
“I disagree.”
At this mont, the Chiliarch, shrouded in black leather, spoke plainly.
The crowd turned their gaze towards them.
“A high position does not equate to strength; although the King in Azure resisted the Empire’s siege, their highest was no more than a Demigod, nurous, yet they were re ants… Any one of us here could replicate such a feat; there is nothing convincing about it.”
The Chiliarch’s voice rang with strength.
Chen Lun noticed the crowd’s aningful gazes converging on him.
“What does Your Majesty think would be convincing?”
Chen Lun picked up a cup of tea from the table, took a gentle sip, and then spoke.
The Chiliarch stared at him.
“It’s simple.”
Boom—
It was unclear when the Chiliarch made his move, but suddenly a jet-black staff appeared before Chen Lun, carrying imnse power, obliterating everything around and causing even the space itself to ripple.
Clang!!!
Fortunately, relying on his extrely high authority, Chen Lun received a warning from his Spiritual Intuition, and with a reaction at the limit, he raised the White Authority Staff to block.
Trendous shock waves radiated in all directions.
Even distant waves rose on the ocean.
On the beach, besides the Chiliarch and Chen Lun, everyone else had long since vanished, and even the round table had been reduced to dust.
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