Monunt of Faith, a testant to conviction even in death.
Mike had always been curious about what was drawing him forward. When he saw the monunt, it seed he found the answer, yet he always felt he was missing sothing. His gaze wandered over the stone, searching as thoroughly as possible.
"Huh."
"What's this?"
Looking up at the upper left corner of the monunt, Mike noticed a poem surrounded by ssages. To be precise, it was an incomplete poem:
With flesh and blood, I guard the hills and streams,
Through wars and whispers, as the raven dreams.
My sword cleaves darkness, each demon to bereave,
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....
There was a space left at the end, clearly missing a line. The poem was odd; the first two lines were written by one person. The style of the third line changed abruptly.
"If I'm not mistaken, these three lines were left by three Supre Beings?" Mike frowned, feeling sothing was off.
Clearly, the third line should have been left by Ares. But Ares was the second Supre Being, Apollo was the third.
"It's indeed left by Supre Beings, but not three, just two," Shadow Nine said, looking at the monunt with emotion, "Morpheus left the first two lines, Ares the third. The fourth line was supposed to be written by Apollo."
Saying this, Shadow Nine glanced sideways. The cloud above the blue sky remained still.
"If that's the case..." Mike rubbed his hands, eager to say, "You know I have OCD, right?"
Shadow Nine: I just found out.
"Look at this fine poem, missing a line, how uncomfortable."
"You want to complete it?" Shadow Nine was startled by Mike's idea, reminding him, "Morpheus wrote the first two lines before he went on to slay two demon gods. After Ares left his line, he rushed to the front lines to fight the enemy."
Both Supre Beings, when leaving their lines on the Monunt of Faith, were in life-threatening situations, putting themselves in extre danger!
To demonstrate conviction through death, nothing could be more fitting.
"Then it must be written!" Mike said earnestly, "Maybe after I finish, Terenas Bloodscribe will co knocking on his own."
Shadow Nine didn't know what to say for a mont. The likelihood of such an event was even lower than winning a lottery jackpot.
Shadow Nine could only reluctantly gesture, "You have a minute and a half. If you can really complete the last line in such a short ti, I'll write it for you."
The Monunt of Faith was made of a very special material. Even a strike from the Battle Chief couldn't damage it. Those who carved inscriptions on it were at least Battle Lords! With Mike's current strength, he couldn't leave a ssage himself; only Shadow Nine could do it for him.
"I've already thought of the last line." Mike slowly said, "To conquer the abyss, and light from darkness retrieve."
Shadow Nine was taken aback, blurting out, "Sounds pretty good!"
Mike nodded, "Mainly because we're short on ti, otherwise I could think it over more. Let's finish writing and get out of here!"
It must be said, the last line of the poem resonated strongly with Shadow Nine. Black mist rose up, and with a thin, bony finger, Shadow Nine pressed against the Monunt of Faith, beginning to write earnestly: To conquer the abyss, and light from darkness retrieve!
Standing on the ground, Mike looked up as the poem was completed, nodding in satisfaction.
With flesh and blood, I guard the hills and streams,
Through wars and whispers, as the raven dreams.
My sword cleaves darkness, each demon to bereave,
To conquer the abyss, and light from darkness retrieve!
The last one '!' After finishing, Shadow Nine didn't stop.
"Shadow Nine, we're running out of ti, we need to go!" Mike shouted.
"What's the rush, we still need to sign it, right?" Shadow Nine leisurely continued, and at the end of the poem, he added a few nas.
"Morpheus, Ares, Thor, Shadow Nine."
Huh? A strange na seed to have slipped in.
Just as Shadow Nine finished the last word, the black cloth he had pulled off the ground suddenly soared into the air, shrinking continuously, eventually turning into a tattered black cloak that automatically fell onto Mike's shoulders, fluttering in the wind.
After the black cloak chose Mike, the glow from the nine Ultimate Battle Lord relics dimd! Not only them, all equipnt with residual will began to slowly retreat, not daring to compete with the black cloak!
"It's okay, the uglier the equipnt, the more powerful it is." Mike glanced at the cloak, which was a bit tattered but otherwise fine.
Wearing the cloak, Mike finally looked a bit like a mage, reminding himself to act more like one and not just swing his staffs at people.
[Supre Being Morpheus's Cloak - Battle Damaged Version]
Seeing the new note pop up, Mike's eyelid twitched. No wonder, those Ultimate Battle Lord relics had retreated upon seeing the cloak. Even for Ultimate Battle Lords, absolute respect must be maintained for a Supre Being!
"Let's go!" Shadow Nine now joined Mike, entering his shadow. The cloak dragged Mike's body, leading him away from the Monunt of Faith, across the Forest of Truth.
As they left, the white cloud remained.
The white cloud hovered over the Monunt of Faith until Mike and Shadow Nine had departed, then slowly descended.
A plainly dressed man stood in front of the Monunt of Faith, looking up just as Mike had earlier. Behind him, four shadows successively appeared.
Four, five, six, seven.
Shadow Seven rested his hand on his short blade, whispering, "Thor just left."
"Tyr, shut up!" Shadow Four stepped in front of Shadow Seven, bowing slightly towards the man's back, "I apologize, my subordinate doesn't understand manners."
The man did not turn around, simply replying, "No matter."
"You are a Supre Being, we naturally should maintain sufficient respect."
"Suit yourself."
The man just looked at the four lines of the poem, standing quietly. After a long while, he spoke again, "Tell my master, I agree to what he wants to do."
The white cloud flew back towards the Tower of Truth, and the man disappeared from view.
"Phew—" Shadow Four gasped, opening his palm full of sweat.
He gave Shadow Seven a aningful look, then said, "Disperse, I will inform Shadow Nine. A fierce battle is coming soon, and the next ti we et, one of our nas might appear on this monunt."
Shadow Four patted Shadow Seven's shoulder, saying no more, and left first.
Shadow Five, a corpulent man holding two iron balls, paced to Shadow Seven's side, "Tyr, if you want to live longer, there are so people you shouldn't provoke. Like Shadow Nine, like the one living in the Tower of Truth."
With that, Shadow Five let out a strange laugh, "I'm still waiting for the day you beco No.1."
Shadow Seven's mouth twitched, not to be outdone, "That day will co."
"Good, I'm looking forward to it."
Both looked at each other with disdain, snorting simultaneously before going their separate ways.
...
As the white cloud returned to the Tower of Truth, the man's figure appeared high above, standing on the cloud, overlooking the entire Forest of Truth.
"To conquer the abyss, and light from darkness retrieve....."
"Thor, interesting."
"This ti's supre power, it's different... I don't have much ti left..."
The man murmured to himself. Looking down at the Forest of Truth, he raised his hand and lightly plucked the Lyre.
"Ding—"
The sound of the lyre instantly spread throughout the forest, lingering on.
...
Outside the Forest of Truth, Mike had just landed when suddenly a lodious lyre sound ca from behind.
"What's going on?!" Mike was startled, saying cautiously, "An invasion from the Abyssal Plane?"
The lyre sound ca suddenly, without any warning.
"No, a Supre Being has made a move."
Supre Being? Mike looked up, gazing at the Tower of Truth in front of him.
Apollo?! What is he doing?
The lyre sound spread throughout the entire Forest of Truth, causing all relics to tremble slightly.
Soon, Mike would find out what Apollo was up to!
Above the Forest of Truth, millions of pieces of equipnt floated up. These were the relics that had followed Mike, awakened by a potential Supre Being!
They hovered in the air, and after a few seconds, they scattered as streams of light, most burying back into the ground, waiting for the next destined person to co along.
But a small portion rushed towards the many students currently undergoing trials!
...
Just as Cain had subdued a long sword, another sword fell in front of him, directly into his palm!
"I use a single sword though..."
"Could two swords bring double the joy?!"
For a mont, Cain was overwheld with happiness, unsure of what to do.
...
Jessica had already picked out a ring. But when the lyre sound started, a golden feather landed in front of her, the implication very clear.
"This... can I take two relics?!" Jessica stood frozen, having never heard of such a thing happening in the Forest of Truth!
A na flashed through Jessica's mind.
"Thor! This must have sothing to do with Thor!"
...
All the students undergoing the trial, like the two of them, got the chance to choose a second relic!
Mike was no exception.
Having already left the Forest of Truth, he watched as a streak of golden light cut across the sky, falling into his arms.
"What's this?"
Mike looked down to see a weapon quietly lying in his arms, very familiar.
"Thunderclap Hamr!"
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