Man on the ark, forced to become king

"I understand, Your Highness."

Rhodes Island was an important part of their plan and could not be lost. Kal'tsit knew the priorities and accepted the arrangement directly.

"I will arrange for the hired mercenary groups to move closer to the path and begin setting up defenses as soon as possible to ensure everything is foolproof. In addition, since one of the teams encountered an accident, I have requested to contact the 'Golden Tree' to ask if they are willing to accept this commission."

"Sure, you can decide these things yourself."

Theresa nodded without objecting. Since Kal'tsit was so determined to make contact with the 'Golden Tree', then so be it. She wouldn't object, and this was also a good opportunity to test the waters.

"Well, I'll go get ready first."

Kal'tsit breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and left the office.

"...The golden tree."

An unnatural flush appeared on Theresa's face, her arms trembled slightly, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

As her body weakened day by day, the burden brought on by the Demon King's power became increasingly severe. Her already extremely serious Oripathy would flare up almost every day, and the extreme pain could drive a person almost insane.

However, she couldn't let anyone else know about this, including Kal'tsit.

With his brother's army lurking outside, the situation at Babel was deteriorating, a new king had not yet been established, and the future was only just beginning to emerge.

As she said, she cannot give up here yet.

For the sake of everyone's expectations and efforts, she must live, live until that day comes.

Chapter 84 Begins! The Path to Great Blessing!

Kazdel, the ruins of Ramtu village.

A giant golden tree, ten meters tall, stands in the desert, its branches and leaves flourishing.

Warm rays, like those of the sun, cascaded down from the top of the tree canopy, illuminating an area of ​​thousands of meters in radius. Absorbing all the remaining energy from the natural disaster, the newly reborn golden tree has made significant progress.

The sandstorms that roamed the land stopped outside the radiance, and the soft golden light shone down, making even the sun high in the sky seem to pale in comparison.

The golden tree in Longmen was planted in the courtyard specially planned by Wei Yanwu, and Melina also successfully communicated with the Great Blessing beyond time and space through the anchor point implanted in her body.

Therefore, after receiving the news, Lin Lu couldn't wait to come here and wait quietly.

It is worth mentioning that Wei Yanwu, who is in charge of the affairs of the city, also took time out of his busy schedule to come here.

The opening of the Great Blessing has extraordinary significance, as it represents that Lin Lu has truly established her own foundation in this completely unfamiliar world. Therefore, Lin Lu invited everyone who is related to the Golden Tree to come and witness the ceremony—although so far only Wei Yanwu of Lungmen and Kal'tsit of Babel have accepted the invitation.

"My king, we are ready."

Amidst the golden light, Melina's figure quietly emerged. She wore a slightly tattered cloak, walked up to Lin Lu, knelt on one knee, and spoke respectfully.

At this moment, the person standing beside her is no longer her intimate lover or her comrade-in-arms.

Beneath the golden tree, only the king who once unified the borderlands remains.

"let's start."

Lin Lu didn't say much. He stared at the golden tree and gave the order.

With permission granted, Melina stood up, placed her palm on the back of Lin Lu's hand, and a dazzling light shone forth!

The trunk of the golden tree softened like flowing water, splitting to both sides to form an archway large enough for three people to walk side by side. Golden mist condensed into a solid, filling the interior of the archway.

From this moment on, the anchor point of the Great Blessing will be fixed inside the Golden Tree, and all who are permitted may pass through the fog gate and embark on the path to the Great Blessing.

Lin Lu was the first to step into the fog gate, disappearing into it as if passing through flowing water.

"Everyone, please follow me."

Melina gestured, leading Wei Yanwu, Chen Huijie, and Kal'tsit toward the Golden Gate at the foot of the Golden Tree. Fiameta and Mostima followed closely behind. As for Hedley, W, and Ines, they were not yet qualified to enter the Great Blessing.

Passing through the mist, the world shifts, space transforms, and an ancient hall comes into view.

In the spacious hall, a round table large enough to seat dozens of people was placed in the center. Various weapons were diagonally inserted in the center of the table, surrounded by a dazzling golden light. Its presence was like the sun, illuminating the entire hall.

Eight statues holding flowers stand in the hall, occupying eight directions. Semicircular grids are deliberately left between the statues, where all kinds of weapons are placed, and even the walls are hung with many.

The bright red carpet started at the round table and extended up the steps to the only open door.

Behind the door, a golden throne carved with intricate patterns was placed at the far end, and Lin Lu sat on it.

"Welcome, everyone, to the place where heroes begin."

Beyond the gate, neatly arranged chairs lined both sides. Lin Lu's voice suddenly rang out, carrying a faint, inexplicable air of authority.

Looking at the figure sitting high on the throne, Wei Yanwu and Kal'tsit were both surprised, each with their own thoughts.

Some things cannot be faked.

External form can be sculpted at will, but the weight of history that spans a long period of time will always appear clumsy and unpalatable no matter how it is imitated.

They could sense the traces of time within this hall, ancient rings etched over countless years. The history of the golden tree was perhaps far longer than they had imagined.

This is good news for Wei Yanwu.

The Longmen and Golden Tree factions are currently in a cooperative relationship. They are located in two different countries and are far apart. Wei Yanwu, who is determined to make Longmen stronger, naturally hopes that his ally will become as powerful as possible.

A newly formed organization and an ancient power that has stood the test of time are completely different for Lungmen. As long as this relationship is maintained, Lungmen will have the opportunity to gain greater benefits and its position will be more secure.

Kal'tsit's idea was completely different.

Lungmen and the Golden Tree are far apart, so there's not much to consider. But Babel is different. Geographically, the two are now practically neighbors. And with the situation in Kazdel so tense, at such a critical juncture, a suddenly rising powerful force might not be a good thing for either side currently at war.

A strong foundation inevitably comes with greater ambition. If the Golden Tree wants to expand, it will inevitably have to encroach on Kazdel's territory, which is something that neither Babel nor the Regent King can tolerate.

The civil war was ultimately just a civil war; it was a clash of ideologies, and the ultimate goal was to bring Kazdel back to life.

The interference of outsiders represents plunder and division. If the Golden Tree has even the slightest intention to expand, it will inevitably become the enemy of the entire Kazdel!

Perhaps her previously drafted plan for deeper engagement needs some revisions…

"Mr. Wei, Miss Kal'tsit, please take a seat."

Melina was the last to enter. She gestured for Mostima and Fiameta to find a chair and sit down, then led Wei Yanwu and Kal'tsit to the two seats closest to the throne.

Boom!

A dull thud suddenly echoed, and the king, seated on his throne, opened his eyes. Golden patterns, like water ripples, appeared on the ground beneath his feet, and a strangely shaped greatsword slowly rose from the ripples.

Its hilt is like that of a tree branch wrapped around itself, and the guard is shaped like two short, outstretched arms. The blade, with its skin-like texture, extends downwards in an interlacing pattern, tapering into a slender needle at the end, radiating a shimmering luster.

Ancient, mysterious, and vast.

It was as if it wasn't a weapon, but a living...god.

The moment they saw it, Kal'tsit and Wei Yanwu, who had just sat down, lost their composure and stood up abruptly, their shock beyond measure.

The more you know, the more you fear.

They saw the unique qualities of the gods engraved on the sword, they saw endless depth and sin, they saw a future of destruction, and they also saw the end of an era and the beginning of a new one.

It is precisely because we understand that we are wary.

That sword... it was forged from the materials of a true god!

What... exactly is that thing?!

Chapter 85 The Cooperative Mission with the Tower of Babel

"Mr. Lin, this sword is..."

In the end, it was Kal'tsit who couldn't help but ask first.

Although Wei Yanwu was surprised by the appearance of the sword, his background as a member of the Yan Kingdom's royal family was enough to calm him down quickly.

It should be known that in ancient times, evil gods raged and the people suffered greatly. At that time, the Great Yan True Dragon proclaimed to the world that he would use the power of the whole country to hunt down the gods!

That earth-shattering battle was fierce and spectacular, with mortals wielding their swords against the gods. The mighty Great Yan once slaughtered the gods!

From that time on, the Great Flame God bestowed his authority upon the sovereign, and all the gods retreated in fear, none daring to disobey!

Even living gods must bow down to the Yan Kingdom and dare not disobey.

If that's the case, what is there to fear?

Compared to Wei Yanwu, Kal'tsit lacked confidence. Although she had lived a long enough life and experienced many years, she was not particularly outstanding in terms of personal ability. The Tower of Babel, where she now resided, did not have the ability to fight against the gods. An ancient power capable of killing gods and forging their bodies into weapons posed a greater threat to her.

"This sword... can be considered one of my symbols."

Lin Lu rose from the throne, exuding an imposing and awe-inspiring aura.

"This sword is called the Divine Body Transformation Sword. Once, a divine being stood in my way, blocking my path. This sword was transformed from her body."

The information revealed in that short sentence is even more shocking.

This represents the Golden Tree, or rather, the man before him once fought against the gods, defeated them, and even forged their bodies into weapons to demonstrate his own power!

The forces capable of achieving this are terrifying entities that even Kazdel at its peak had to treat with caution. The current Babel Tower simply does not have the qualifications to be its enemy.

Kal'tsit was worried, but she couldn't say it out loud.

Although the Golden Tree's current strength is not particularly formidable, and in her eyes it seems more like a newly revived state, its underlying strength is far more important than its apparent power.

What was possible in the past may be possible in the future.

Once their recovery progresses further, how will Babel, which is adjacent to them, and even the entire Kazdel, position themselves?