Man on the ark, forced to become king

This sword strike lacked the agility of Jueying and the ferocity of Yunlie; it was just like the most ordinary sword draw. However, the moment the sword light flashed, everything in heaven and earth dimmed.

Silver-black fragments fell like fluorescent light, and the blade disappeared inch by inch from the blood, leaving only that striking crimson.

Silent, without a sound.

In a flash, all things fell silent, and the aura of the gods ceased abruptly.

Without any dazzling effects, the humanoid figure, brimming with magical light, vanished like bubbles, as if it had never existed.

'That was a good move.'

Lin Lu narrowed her eyes, gaining a general understanding of Wei Yanwu's strength—it should be not far from his current level, except that his magic resistance was slightly low and he was not very resistant to mental spells, almost falling completely into the Witch King's trap.

The skill of this sword strike can only be described as unparalleled. This old dragon's mastery of the Crimson Sky Sword Technique has reached a level of complete freedom. Chen, a half-baked swordsman who can barely unleash a fraction of the Crimson Sky Sword's power, is simply no match for him.

Against ordinary enemies, he wouldn't even need to use his sword. Even if Chen Shou drew his sword at him with Chixiao, he might not be qualified to draw his sword. The difference in skill level was far too great. Even the fragments of the Witch King that were annihilated by a single sword strike could not be said to be qualified to enjoy such treatment.

"Finally solved."

Despite unleashing such a stunning sword strike, Wei Yanwu showed no signs of fatigue, except for the sword in his hand shattering under the pressure of the sword energy. Perhaps such an attack was not an unbearable move for him; it could not be called a normal attack, but it was certainly something he could use multiple times.

Old Dragon breathed a sigh of relief, casually brushed the dust off his body, and returned to his usual calm and composed demeanor, as if he hadn't been the one who had just made the sudden move.

"Oh, getting impatient?"

The Rat King watched the whole thing unfold, and casually remarked something, a hint of mockery flashing in the little mouse's eyes.

From beginning to end, only Wei Yanwu was anxious. From the Rat King's perspective, this matter was entirely within the control of Longmen.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the Royal Guard officers can only stand around the square and can't do anything; it's just that the available long-range weapons are temporarily out of service due to unforeseen circumstances. To deal with this level of combat, we have to use war weapons.

The deployment of Originium weapons specifically designed for warfare within the city requires special permission. However, once those heavy weapons are deployed, neither of the two people in the square will escape.

Wei Yanwu knew all of this, and he knew it better than anyone else. He could be anxious, of course, but there was no need to be too hasty...

Since we intend to use the Witch King to test the Golden Tree, why not go a little deeper?

How powerful can a deity who descends here relying on magic be?

At least the Rat King didn't think he could withstand the city's defensive cannons.

In the end, the old man couldn't resist making a move himself, which greatly reduced the effectiveness of the test.

"You're going to pay for the damage to the shop?"

Wei Yanwu replied calmly, his gaze sweeping over the plaza, which was now unrecognizable and even faintly revealed its underlying steel structure. He was too lazy to say anything more to this old man.

The maintenance costs for this one square alone are considerable, why wait?

Waiting to lose money?

He didn't know how strong the god who descended was, but driving him away would definitely not be something that could be solved with a small price. The best outcome would be the complete destruction of this area, and how much money would it take to fill that hole?

The key point is that there's absolutely no need to do that. There's plenty of time; there will be plenty of opportunities in the future. Why bother?

"You don't think this is the end, do you?"

Lin Lu walked to the spot where the Witch King had perished, picked up a handful of fragments from the ground, and shook her head slightly.

You two are seasoned veterans, yet you only have this much vigilance?

Okay... these two might just look a bit old; in terms of actual age, it's hard to say who's older... But that's not the point. The point is that even the Witch King could subtly influence your thoughts and reappear in the world through a mere fragment. Are such beings really so easily destroyed?

That sword strike was indeed stunning, but it was probably not enough to stop the descent of a deity.

The Crimson Sky Sword Technique is not aimed at the mind or consciousness, but at the physical body and magic. Wei Yanwu can cut down a building with a single sword and annihilate the body of the Witch King, but how much of an effect such a method would have on the mental level is still debatable.

In particular, the god of wine who has been interfering in this matter is a master of this art...

"What does Mr. Lin mean—"

Wei Yanwu waved to the guards from the Imperial Guard who were gathered at the edge of the square, signaling them to come and clean up the battlefield. Hearing this, he turned around and his expression became more serious.

Before he could finish speaking, he sensed an obscure fluctuation spreading from afar—the power of a deity, identical to the aura emanating from the Witch King!

"Those are the bait?!"

Without much thought, Wei Yanwu realized the problem. On his way here, he received a report about energy bursts in multiple areas of Longmen. Except for one that was directly destroyed, the others dissipated on their own after a brief burst. Now it seems that it was probably not a simple bait, but a premeditated plan. Could it be that those people's goal was not just to revive the Witch King?

"Dionysus... Interesting, he does seem somewhat divine."

Lin Lu, shirtless, raised her finger and gently blew, causing ripples to spread in the air, from which Toret leaped out.

"Gentlemen, I'll be going now."

Without waiting for Wei Yanwu and the Rat King to answer, the spirit horse neighed, its four hooves pounding the air as it leaped out, directly crossing the temporary defensive line around the square, and galloping towards the direction of the burst of energy by stepping on the balconies and rooftops of the surrounding buildings.

If I remember correctly, that should be the direction from which he and Hoshiguma dismantled the decoy.

It seems that the god of wine has more tricks up his sleeve than he anticipated. Perhaps this whole incident was a setup, a scheme orchestrated for the god's descent. The so-called resurrection of the Witch King is merely a target on the surface. Those Letanians, clinging to unrealistic fantasies that they can resurrect their king, are actually just pawns.

Otherwise, why would a god make a deal with a bunch of mortals who are like stray dogs?

Wealth, interests?

Don't be ridiculous. The lives of gods are often measured in thousands of years. What worldly things could possibly catch their eye?

What mortals pursue throughout their lives is merely something readily available to the gods.

Rather than trying to explain it with far-fetched reasons, it's more plausible that the event itself was orchestrated by the gods. This also explains why Dionysus went to such lengths in this matter, not only helping to transport people and supplies into Lungmen, but also providing them with a certain degree of protection.

This is really... so interesting!

Fighting against the gods is an endless source of joy!

For the first time since arriving in this world, Lin Lu felt her blood boiling with excitement; this was more like it!

The opponents we encountered before were utterly incompetent, offering no challenge and having no value whatsoever!

With excitement gleaming in her eyes, Lin Lu spurred her horse across the street, following the overflowing aura, and immediately spotted Hoshiguma kneeling in the middle of the street.

The demon girl pressed the triangular shield to the ground, her arms resting on it, looking extremely strained. A series of characters, like carvings, were imprinted on the surface of the shield. Several guards surrounded her, working together to drag a large net made of metal rope over the shield.

The aura of the deity emanates from the inscription on the shield.

Using words as a medium for descent?

Lin Lu galloped over on her horse, leaped off its back, and drew the Dark Moon Greatsword behind her in mid-air, bringing it down with a chilling aura.

Boom!

A muffled thud shook the ground!

The shield was smashed into the ground by the sword that fell from the sky, and a visible cloud of dust exploded in a circle, with dense cracks spreading for several meters across the ground.

Concentrating intently, Hoshiguma felt a sudden numbness in her arms, the powerful shock almost causing them to lose their strength. She looked up angrily and shouted, "Don't cause trouble—uh, Lin Lu?"

The first thing that catches the eye is the greatsword exuding a chilling aura, and then the shirtless man behind it.

At this moment, Lin Lu changed his usual relaxed and casual urban youth image, revealing well-proportioned muscles, with charred burn marks on his chest and abdomen, adding a touch of ferocity and domineering.

"Ah, leave it to me."

Lin Lu smiled and nodded, stepping on the shield and casually sticking the Dark Moon Greatsword into the ground. Blazing flames ignited between his five fingers as he pressed his hand against the glittering inscription, causing the overflowing divine aura to immediately diminish.

Chapter 143 The God of Wine: Collapse and Slippage

Warm and cold sensations, two completely opposite feelings, seep through the skin at the same time, which is quite strange.

The lettering printed on the Hoshiguma shield looks like it's been engraved directly into the metal, but upon closer inspection, it appears to be more like a liquid adhering to the surface, a fact confirmed by the feel of it in hand.

Lin Lu had to admit that the gods in this world had a lot of fancy and bizarre methods, all kinds of strange and wonderful ones, and she had no idea how they came up with them.

The demigods or gods of the Borderlands cannot do so much. They can establish laws for the world, but they are actually more inclined towards pure violence. The Borderlands are warlike. Before Rdagan became king, the Battle Festival was the most popular event, enjoyed by everyone from ordinary people to the Golden King Gavri. Even after Rdagan abolished the tradition of the Battle Festival, it did not change this.

In border areas, fighting is always the best way to communicate.

Therefore, whether they are human or god, they are generally straightforward and do not have many detours. Even their magic has a violent flavor - magic like the Heimerdinger's Hammer is one of the best examples.

The borderlands have no similar methods to the God of Wine, which can manipulate people's minds, create clones, and descend from afar by relying on a mark. Perhaps Michaela, who has transformed into Torina, can influence other people's thoughts to some extent?

People are always interested in the unknown, and Lin Lu was no exception. Strictly speaking, he was a collector, otherwise he wouldn't have collected every weapon he could find in the border area and put it in his private collection, which he called the 'King's Treasury'.

Only Melina and Lani, who were closest to him, knew that most of the things in the so-called Royal Treasury were junk that nobody wanted—it might be a bit harsh to say, but the vast majority of them were indeed mass-produced standard weapons, and secondhand ones at that, which even merchants didn't really value.

"Lin Lu, what is this?"

With Lin Lu's intervention, Hoshiguma and the surrounding police officers breathed a sigh of relief. They were caught off guard by the sudden change in the shield's condition and could only barely cope. After all, who would have thought that a shield would suddenly fly up and release magic on its own?

However, something that no one would believe actually happened right before their eyes. Before anyone could react, Hoshiguma's shield, which she had used for many years, suddenly started causing trouble as if it had come to life.

Now that this thing has finally been suppressed, Hoshiguma, the owner of the shield, couldn't wait to ask.

Prajna knew it all too well, it was her old friend of more than ten years. To put it bluntly, she knew every scratch on the shield like the back of her hand. How could such a change have suddenly occurred?

Hearing her ask, the surrounding police officers also looked over curiously, pricking up their ears to listen. They also wanted to know how a shield made of a piece of iron could suddenly jump up and sing on its own.

"To be honest, I'm not too sure either, but I think we'll find out soon."

Lin Lu stepped on the shield, the staff ring specially crafted for him by Nian on his finger gleaming—during this time, he gradually discovered that the rules of this world and the boundaries were not entirely the same.

As a faded being in the borderlands, his use of magic or prayer was restricted, but it's different here.

In this world, the use of magic, prayer, or combat skills no longer requires specific items, such as a staff. All he needs is a medium to communicate with the external nature, so he no longer needs to carry a staff with him, which would seem rather silly.

So after realizing this, he asked Nian to remelt the staff that Wei Yanwu had given him and transform it into a small gadget that could be worn on the finger. Unfortunately, the technology of the Holy Seal is too complicated to do so for the time being.