The sunlight had descended into madness.
Pus-green liquid continuously flowed from his body, which was decaying, but his expression was fervent. Every step he ascended was determined, like a penitent monk on a pilgrimage.
"I made it, I finally made it! Grandfather didn’t lie to , it’s all true... the divine power, here I co, I will... beco a god!"
As for the forest that fled with him, no one knows where it went.
After climbing for a while, he finally reached the church’s peak; the door was right in front of him.
As long as he pushed open that door, everything would be in his grasp.
The next mont.
His hand touched the bottom of the door.
He, along with the door, was sliced in half.
The King of Wenster slowly landed beside him, not even sparing him a glance.
Because all his attention was already focused inside the church.
The dim church was pitch-black, with only the light shining through the stained glass barely illuminating a corner.
That corner was the deepest part of the church.
There stood a throne-like altar, upon which an object was enshrined, glowing with seven colors.
Even soone as composed as the King of Wenster couldn’t help but breathe heavily at this mont.
After all, this was the object he had been yearning for.
He took a step forward but instantly moved backward.
Because the church door in front of him, along with the attached structure, was entirely sliced open.
"Kingdom Defense Bureau in action, everyone else, leave now. Any interference will be t with death."
As the words fell, so did the sliced building structures.
At this mont, Heisenberg arrived at the foot of the stairs with his n, gazing at the King of Wenster above.
The King of Wenster also looked at him.
"If I were you, I’d take the chance while I’m busy to leave quickly, so I might forget you because it’s too troubleso; otherwise..."
These words, of course, were spoken by Heisenberg.
The King of Wenster’s response was that the rubble behind him flew up, crashing down towards the bottom of the stairs.
"I can’t stand people like you."
Heisenberg waved his hand, and all the stones fell to the ground.
"Fall back, soone wants to play with ."
He dismissed his subordinates and charged straight up the stairs himself.
He did so in a flying posture.
"No flying is allowed here."
Sure enough, the King of Wenster imdiately countered.
But Heisenberg seed to have anticipated this and didn’t refute. He only said, "At this mont, I cannot be stopped."
The next mont, the rules of power that obstructed him in the air all dissipated, and using the montum from the previous mont of flight, he closed in on the King of Wenster.
"Playing rules with ? You’re far from it!"
He punched out, and the air in front of him began to fracture.
The King of Wenster instantly shifted to the other side and took out a gun to shoot.
"Using a gun?!" Heisenberg sidestepped the shot, extrely furious, feeling insulted.
The battle was about to erupt.
The church, initially losing only a large door, was now almost completely destroyed from the front.
Below the stairs, Heisenberg’s n showed no signs of worry.
They had complete faith in Heisenberg because Heisenberg had never lost.
He would not lose.
anwhile, others also arrived at the battlefield.
From a distance, Vincent and his group watched the battle on the church, concealing their presence.
The situation here was beyond their expectations.
The King of Wenster seed to have t a formidable foe.
"It’s the Kingdom Defense Bureau people. We shouldn’t act rashly." Klei imdiately recognized the attire of Heisenberg’s n.
"If Ethan were here, he would probably think the sa. Should we search around the periter?" Vincent was still thinking about his brother.
Klei thought this idea was feasible and was about to nod.
Behind them suddenly ca the sound of a gunshot.
And from the location of the gunshot, George’s figure flashed and disappeared.
He ran away.
His gunshot... attracted the attention of the Kingdom Defense Bureau.
"That damned..."
Vincent and the others didn’t have ti to catch him because the Kingdom Defense Bureau had already discovered them and started shooting.
"The stench of those underground rats, kill them."
Kingdom Defense Bureau agents moved like a forest.
Above the stairs.
The battle between the King of Wenster and Heisenberg had reached its climax.
The entire church was almost entirely demolished.
Except for the throne-like altar with the treasure, many parts revealed the bare mountain.
Neither of them was in good shape either. The King of Wenster’s embroidered robe was completely tattered, revealing his body.
He was a man who didn’t look very strong, with an air of elegance.
Even with a mask on his face, one could tell he was handso.
"A sneaky fellow, dare to take off your mask?" Heisenberg’s jacket was also cut down to half, exposing his sturdy muscles.
He clenched his fists, reaching the peak of his aura.
He was completely serious now; he hadn’t expected to et such a matched opponent at the northern border.
"Truly troubleso." The King of Wenster murmured, raising his hands high.
Behind him, a round moon-like air current rose sharply, sharp and ruthless, like the sum of rules, faintly mixed with moisture, carrying the scent of the sea.
He pushed that round moon towards Heisenberg with force.
"Praise Isis!"
The sound of ocean waves surged.
"Sea God’s Believer, huh!" Heisenberg growled, his fists also punched out, bringing with them a bloody hue, clashing with the round moon.
For a mont, it was hard to tell the victor.
It was at this mont that applause suddenly sounded.
Accompanying the applause, a person appeared in the ruined church without anyone knowing when.
He was draped in a black robe and wore a black mask, as if he were darkness itself.
He walked step by step, along with his applause, exuding utmost elegance.
Until he reached the throne-like altar, he stopped, then bowed slightly to the evenly matched Heisenberg and the King of Wenster.
"Gentlen, thank you for the wonderful performance and your help. As for the spoils, I’ll take them first."
As he spoke, he turned around, reaching for the colorful treasure on the altar.
The King of Wenster and Heisenberg were both driven to extre anxiety, shouting simultaneously, "Let go together!"
But no one let go.
At that mont.
Floating in the warm light with his eyes closed, as if entranced, Ethan’s eyelids twitched slightly, indicating he was about to awaken.
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