After going into the sea, I met the witch lady

Chapter 270 Above the True God (asking for monthly votes at the beginning of the month~)

The gray mist flows and takes shape.

In the magnificent gray hall, Ryan's body emerged.

Ryan opened his eyes and looked at the "Headquarters of the Temple of Overthrow" in front of him, with interest in his eyes.

He has always been very curious about the "Overturned Palace".

In his opinion, the status of this thing is much higher than that of a real artifact.

After all, the magic of real projection is even more advanced than the magical use of the "world" of the true god level - spiritual appearance.

After looking for a long time and finding nothing, Ryan withdrew his gaze.

After all, he was not a scholar, and it was really difficult for him to observe some of the mysteries of the Collapsed Temple with his naked eyes.

"You, are Ryan Rayland?"

A gentle voice came from the front.

Ryan looked up and saw a figure sitting on a throne quietly emerging from the depths of the gray hall.

"I'm sorry, due to special reasons, I can't get up and can only sit here and communicate with you."

"My name is Valen Carlomon."

"first meet."

Ryan narrowed his eyes slightly: "The first king of the Star Empire?"

"You can call me that." The first king of the Star Empire, Valen, said with a faint smile: "I heard about your deeds from Akroy."

"In fact, I noticed you a long time ago."

"But what I saw was a knight named 'Purple Wind'."

Ryan's expression remained unchanged.

The Palace of Overturning was passed down to Akroy by Valen, the first king of the Sta Empire.

Now it seems that although most of the authority is in the hands of Akroy, Valen, the first king of the Star Empire, still has the right to peek.

Ryan was not surprised by this.

He said simply and directly: "Mr. Valen, why did you meet with me this time?"

"Sir..." Upon hearing this title, Valen, the first king of the Sta Empire, smiled. He knew that Ryan was not as respectful of secular royal power as ordinary people, so he didn't care about it.

After all, when one reaches the level of true god, the so-called secular rules really don’t have much meaning.

Or to be more precise, a true god-level being has no need to care about worldly rules.

"To see you, of course."

"After all, we are combat partners who have signed a cooperation alliance." The first king of the Star Empire, Valen, still had a smile in his tone.

Ryan shook his head slightly: "I think you may have misunderstood something."

"The person I'm working with is Ms. Ackroy, not you."

"As for the relationship between you and Ms. Ackroy, it means nothing to me."

"Interesting." The first king of the Star Empire, Valen, laughed loudly. "It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter what. Anyway, it's all for the purpose of defeating the Golden Church."

"This is enough for today's meeting."

"Sir Ryan Rayland, this is a gift from me. I look forward to your brilliant performance on the day of your return."

The figure of Valen, the first king of the Star Empire, was gradually hidden in the gray mist amidst the laughter. At the same time, a gray ball of light flew in front of Ryan.

"Gift?"

Ryan raised his eyebrows slightly and looked over.

It was a gray mask, similar in style to the Overturned Mask he had obtained before, but more profound and restrained.

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[Main Mask of Overturn No. 7: One of the main masks derived from the "Main Artifact" - the Temple of Overturn. After wearing it, you can simulate different faces according to your own ideas (you can also make the mask transparent to show your true appearance). It is difficult for external reconnaissance means to see through and lock (eighth level and below).

When wearing this mask, silently recite "Palace of Subversion" in your mind, and you will be teleported to the "Palace of Overturning" in one second (autonomous teleportation, no usage restrictions, and no consumption). 】

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Looking at the introduction of the mask in front of him, Ryan's eyes lit up with surprise.

"Main mask... Sub-mask..."

Compared to his previous sub-masks, the main mask has undergone an epic enhancement to its original functions.

No one below the eighth level can penetrate the hidden effect of the "Mask of Overturning", which is simply terrifying.

What is the concept of the eighth level?
Sixth-level demigod, seventh-level true god, and only today did Ryan finally know the specific title of the eighth level - the main god.

The quality that is above the true artifact is called the main artifact!
Lord God...

The strongest being Ryan had ever encountered was the Rusted Steel Wind Dragon, a top-level two-star fantasy dragon. When converted, its strength was only roughly that of a senior True God, and it was still a long way from an eighth-level Lord God.

"Sure enough, similar to what I guessed, the body of the Overturned Palace is a peerless treasure above the level of a true divine weapon."

"I just don't know why such a treasure is in the hands of the first king of the Star Empire..."

Putting away the main mask, Ryan seemed to be thinking about something.

After looking at the empty gray hall, Ryan chose to withdraw.

As the gray fog dissipated and his vision returned to normal, Ryan was back in the captain's cabin of the Capsized Ship.

"How about it?"

As soon as he returned, Achloe's smiling voice rang in Ryan's ears.

"I can't see clearly." Ryan shook his head: "The gray fog is too thick, but Mr. Valen's strength is stronger than I thought. I have more confidence in tomorrow's decisive battle."

"How did you tell that?" Achloe was curious: "The gray fog can obscure people's perception."

"Intuition." Ryan smiled, but didn't intend to explain more.

Seeing this, Akroy didn't ask any more questions: "Okay, I'm just a messenger."

"From what you said, it seems that you have a bad relationship with your grandfather?" Ryan said.

"How should I put it?" Akroy said without any hesitation: "Although we are only three generations apart, my grandfather and I didn't meet very often."

"As far as I can remember, my grandfather has always lived in the palace."

"If it weren't for this decisive battle, I think he would have stayed in hiding for a long time."

There was an indescribable charm in Akroy's voice.

Ryan didn't understand what that meant, but he didn't want to delve into it: "I see."

"..."

There was silence for a while.

Ryan stood up and said, "If everything is ok, I'll leave first."

"Please do as you wish." Akroy smiled.

"Oh, by the way, although I've already told you, I still want to say it again - at 12 o'clock tomorrow, the fleet will set off for the New World and land on time at o'clock. The day of the decisive battle will be then."

"Got it." Ryan waved his hand and left the room.

Watching Ryan's disappearing back, Akloi took a deep breath. The next moment, her body was shrouded in gray mist, and soon she arrived in the gray palace.

Looking at the silent "First King" at the top, Akroy's expression was extremely calm.

"Tomorrow is the day of the decisive battle. Everything will come to an end tomorrow."

"Achloe, my granddaughter, you don't seem very happy?"

The first king of the Star Empire, Valen, said softly.

"No." Achloe shook his head: "I just..."

She lowered her head and swallowed her words halfway through.

"I am looking forward."

"That's it, that's good."

The king's voice echoed quietly, just as it always did.

……

When Ryan returned to the Black Rose, he saw Da Zi howling on the deck.

Looking at its eager eyes, Ryan glared at the guy unhappily, but still took out the dream-level flesh and blood from his space ring and threw it over.

"Ouch!"

He opened his mouth and swallowed it in big gulps. Looking at Da Zi who fell asleep almost in a second, Ryan shook his head helplessly.

The dream-level flesh and blood contains enormous energy. With Da Zi's current strength, it is very difficult to digest it. Therefore, he will adopt the method of hibernation to greatly speed up the digestion speed.

Ryan raised his hand and touched the guy's rough head scales, with amazement in his eyes.

As a natural evolution of Red Yao, Da Zi's strength increased at a terrifying speed with sufficient blood and flesh. A few days ago, it was at the legendary limit, but after absorbing and digesting several pieces of dream-level blood and flesh, it directly entered the realm of demigod.

If other professionals knew about such progress in strength, they would probably be so envious that they would shed tears.

You can improve your strength by eating and drinking. Who doesn’t like such a physique?
Even Ryan was a little envious.

Although his strength improved at a fast speed, he had experienced countless life-and-death battles during this period. It was not as easy as Da Zi.

Patting Da Zi's head, Ryan walked to the upper deck.

Freni was secluded in her room, tinkering with something.

And Cecilia has been acting mysterious lately.

Although Ryan was curious, he didn't want to force the question.

If he is willing to tell, the two women will naturally tell him.

After thinking for a while, he sat cross-legged on the deck, closed his eyes and meditated, constructing and perfecting the Star Swordsmanship in the world of consciousness.

The fourth sword skill, Astral Sword Domain, simply supplemented his means of dealing with enemies that relied on "the world".

If you really encounter a strong enemy, the effect of the Star Spirit Sword Domain will be very limited.

He needs a truly explosive sword skill.

Time passes quickly during meditation.

On the eve of the return ceremony, the members of the Four Kings Pirates were making preparations for the decisive battle.

The calm before the storm gave Ryan some long-lost free time.

Before we knew it, sunset and dusk came quietly.

……

New World.

Golden Cathedral.

The dim glow of the sunset shines through the colorful windows of the dome, falls on the ground and stone pillars, and refracts colorful light.

On both sides of the bright red carpet, on the left are priests in uniform robes, and on the right are fully armed knights.

At the front of the procession were the high priest in black robe and the high priest in white robe with their heads bowed.

They all have at least the strength of a demigod.

At this moment, no matter what their status was, everyone lowered their heads.

A silent atmosphere of killing loomed over the place.

"Tap tap... tap tap..."

At this time, a clear sound of footsteps was heard outside the Golden Cathedral.

The black-robed high priest looked up, and when he saw the person coming, his pupils shrank slightly.

It was a man with a smiling face and long golden hair.

He was not very old, and looked to be about thirty years old, but the crown on his head showed that he was an extraordinary man.

He. How come he is here?

The black-robed high priest frowned and said, "Your Majesty, why is it so?"

Your Majesty... In today's New World, the only one who deserves this title is:

The current emperor of the Star Empire - Alomon V.

Facing the "questioning" of the black-robed high priest, Alomon V smiled faintly: "Of course, it was your respected Pope who invited me here."

Silently, in the deepest part of the Golden Cathedral, the figure of an old man appeared.

He looked at Aromon V, his tone neither sad nor happy: "Why don't I remember that I invited you?"

Hearing this, Alomon V stopped walking, with a smile on his face: "The whole world belongs to the king. The New World is the territory of the Star Empire. Do I need your consent to go somewhere I want?"

Hearing these extremely sharp words, all the demigods present frowned.

Although in name, the Star Empire is the master of the New World, that is just because the Golden Church is too lazy to pay attention.

Right now, we don't bother with you, but you come to us and ask to be slapped in the face?
"I'll give you the steps, just follow them down."

"You have to make yourself uncomfortable."

"So, I can't have a conversation with you believers."

Aromon V laughed.

A silent feeling of oppression enveloped the entire place.

"This is a greeting gift, and also a letter of challenge."

Aromon V laughed loudly: "The New World only needs one master, not a divine power that overrides the royal power."

Burning transparent flames appeared on the surface of his body.

The next moment.

"boom!"

A horrific explosion occurred.

Several senior demigods at close range had no time to dodge and were hit by the shock wave, causing them to spit out blood immediately.

Unfortunately, the explosion only spread less than ten meters before it was forced to solidify.

As if time was reversed, under the shining golden light, the explosion compressed towards the center point.

"pity……"

"Tomorrow, see you in the decisive battle..."

With a loud laugh, the explosion was completely annihilated.

In the deepest part of the Golden Cathedral, the body of the Golden Pope appeared faintly transparent.

The white-robed high priest stepped forward and asked with concern, "Your Holiness, the state of your spiritual form..."

"No need to worry." The Golden Pope said calmly, looking towards the end of the church gate, in the direction of the distant palace: "Get ready."

"That old guy, in the end, chose to give up."

"I will obey the order of His Holiness the Pope!"

Inside the church, everyone knelt on one knee in unison.

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In the boundless night, a full moon hangs high in the sky.

Ryan stopped meditating, and a blue-silver light flashed deep in his eyes.

After a whole day of hard thinking, he already had a preliminary direction for his envisioned explosive sword skills.

What is needed next is no longer deep thinking, but the test of practical combat.

And what could be a greater test than a life-and-death battle?

Zero o'clock finally arrived.

A new round of travel has officially arrived.

……

The second floor of the Demon Gathering Land.

Ryan walked out of the cave and soon arrived near the area where he had fought with the [Dream] Xiayin Dragon.

Before he even stepped in, he could already feel the powerful and familiar restlessness in the air.

"Tear--"

The air was wailing and trembling, and rusty dragon claws tore through the sky, and in an instant, they descended on Ryan's head.

Compared to the panic last time, this time, Ryan's eyes were extremely calm.

"Qiang!"

The greatsword drew a pitch-black mark and collided with the incoming rusty dragon claws.

Ryan smiled:

"I said, when I become stronger, we will have a battle."

“Now is the right time.”

"Come and fight!"

"Rusted Steel Wind Dragon!"

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