Apotheosis

As for the tomb keeper, the battle of the Warden race had nothing to do with him.

He was just a bystander at most.

And considering his position and real strength, the Warden race had no right to ask him to fight on their behalf.

He had been imprisoned here for a long time and had failed to explore the secret of the tombstone and win the bet. His days here had been a downright bore.

As such, he accepted the invitation of the old head of the Warden race just because he wanted something to do.

Even if all the people of the Warden race died miserable deaths in front of him, he would not be sad in the slightest.

"Got it." The head of the Warden race nodded.

Although he knew how powerful the tomb keeper was, he was also clear that he could not pin all his hopes on an outsider who had nothing to lose.

At this moment, he was exhausted, both physically and mentally.

He thought that it was perhaps time for him to put the battle between his race and the invaders to an end.

Six hours later...

Zen and his companions were slowly walking along a dark road.

The air around them was filled with a strange color. Led by Zelda, they turned a corner and saw a disk with a blue light flashing in the distance.

"That is the Equality Altar," said Zelda as she looked at it.

Beside the Equality Altar was a light blue stone tablet.

This stone tablet was none other than the Pray Tablet that she had mentioned earlier. The grace that the Warden race enjoyed befell from it.

If Zelda and Luther managed to get closer to the Pray Tablet, they would also be able to enjoy the grace of Herbert.

"Will the effect of the Strength Equalizing Theurgy disappear if we destroy the Equality Altar?" Zen asked.

Hearing his question, all the other exiles immediately pricked up their ears, waiting for an answer.

This was what they were most concerned about.

If it weren't for the Strength Equalizing Theurgy, any one of them, even the weakest one, could defeat the Warden race at will.

Having their strength equalized had made all of them feel deep discomfort as they itched to fight with their true power.

After all, all of the exiles were powerful warriors at the Other Shore Realm, but many of them had been killed by the Warden race. How could they tolerate such

den race said calmly.

The man hesitated for a while, but in the end, he chose to be silent. In the Warden race, the old man's word was final.

Then, the old man raised his crutch with his wrinkled hands. As the blue light on his crutch continued to flash, all the people in black robes behind him also raised their weapons.

Tears fell from Zelda's eyes as she began sobbing. She could no longer tell what was right and what was wrong. She only felt sorry for the fate of her own race.

When Zen saw this scene, his expression became rather complicated.

The truth was, he didn't want to attack these people.

But just as the old man had said, they had already come this far; how could they choose to retreat at this stage?

The old man hit the ground heavily with his crutch, and at once, the people in black robes charged forward.

Zen was supposed to give an order in response, but he kept silent, still hesitating.

Emily glanced at Zen and slightly shook her head. It seemed that Zen was still too young.

Therefore, she gently waved her hand and ordered, "Fight!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The exiles also charged forward at once.

On the other side of the Equality Altar, the tomb keeper slowly walked over and shook his head at the scene in front of him.

Then, he took out two inconspicuous black knives from behind him. When he held them in his hands, there was a dramatic change in his temperament.

The cynical look on his face disappeared, replaced by fierceness as he slowly swaggered forward.