Man on the ark, forced to become king

A Sarkaz woman draped in a white cloak appeared out of thin air, knelt on one knee, and explained softly.

"The leader of the Golden Tree...the Golden Tree?"

Theresa looked thoughtfully at the fog-shrouded area, somewhat surprised.

Her knowledge of the Golden Tree was limited to the mission report submitted by Kal'tsit. According to the report, Lin Lu was indeed a rare powerhouse, but she never expected that she could achieve this.

Even she couldn't easily use a giant spell that covered an area of ​​nearly a thousand meters. It seems that there's a reason why Kal'tsit, who is usually so serious, values ​​this person so much.

Such powerful individuals have transcended the concept of 'elite operators' and are comparable to the high-ranking members of the Sarkaz royal court.

What exactly is the Golden Tree's purpose in coming to Kazdel?

"Ascalon, go and take a look, but don't rush into that fog."

With her mind racing, Theresa stared at the burning wall of flames and gave the order.

"As ordered, Your Highness."

The Sarkaz woman, known as 'Ascalon', nodded in agreement, then vanished like a phantom, disappearing completely into thin air.

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clang!

The Sarkaz greatswordsman's two-handed greatswords clashed with the long, narrow curved sword, sparks flying. The muscular, towering body offered no advantage, and the two were evenly matched.

As mercenaries, these attackers were indeed more difficult to deal with than the previous ones. The difference in strength was not only reflected in their physical power, but also in their vastly different combat experience.

The keen combat instincts honed through countless trials allow some to detect the stealthy hunts shrouded in fog, making the kills far less effortless than before.

But it doesn't hurt.

The Greatsword Hound Longfang parried the two-handed greatsword, and Lin Lu instantly vanished from her original spot, flashing behind the greatsword user. Her white shadow separated from her true form, rushing in two directions, and orange-red flames erupted from her palms, enveloping the greatsword user.

laugh!

The curved sword pierced the flesh, severing the head, and the massive remains burned into fine ashes in the flames.

Even the stronger mercenaries are still just mercenaries.

"over there!"

Suddenly, a loud shout came from the fog. Lin Lu looked down and found that a bright purple halo had appeared around him at some point, seemingly acting as a beacon. He could sense that at least a dozen people were ignoring the fog and rushing straight toward him.

"Indeed, the people of the world should not be underestimated."

With a soft sigh, Lin Lu planted the hound's long teeth into the sand, her arms suddenly bulging as she slammed her palms into the ground.

Combat Technique - Horai Lu's Earthshaking!

The powerful skills of Horai Lu, the king of the wilderness and a warrior, can be used to the extreme to even lift the earth with his bare hands!

boom!

The moment the palm struck, the earth shook violently, and the mist floating in the air was directly dispersed by the visible shockwave. The sandy wasteland trembled like water, spreading in all directions from Lin Lu as the center.

In an instant, people and horses were thrown into chaos!

The sudden earthquake caught the rushing mercenaries off guard, with many falling to the ground. Even the burly greatswordsman could barely keep his balance.

Before they could even stand still, their vision was obscured by crimson lightning, and a lightning blade several meters long materialized out of thin air and slashed down diagonally!

Ancient Dragon Prayer - Lance Sanx's Blade!

Dragon thunder burst forth, cascading like a waterfall!

The dazzling lightning blade struck down, instantly severing the nearest mercenary. Its momentum still lingered, dispersing into countless tiny electric snakes that spread outwards along the ground, almost turning a large area of ​​land into a boiling sea of ​​lightning!

The purple halo surrounding her body shattered, and Lin Lu pulled the Great Curved Sword from the ground, slung it over her shoulder, and helplessly shrugged: "I'm trying to fight you guys in close combat, and you're trying to use magic on me, so don't blame me for that."

He strode forward, while the mercenaries who had miraculously survived retreated in disarray, their faces filled with fear.

For mercenaries like them who roam the battlefield, such power was beyond imagination; the strong who could wield such magic were far beyond their reach.

This mission was a complete and utter scam!

"Screw it! I quit!"

Perhaps overwhelmed by fear, the sorcerer, holding his staff, spat and turned to run away.

"Idiot! Didn't anyone teach him that running away on the battlefield will only lead to a quicker death?!"

The tall, greatsword-wielding man held his massive sword, as thick as a door panel, in front of him. Crimson light surged from his body, and his eyes turned bloodshot.

As if to confirm his words, before the sorcerer had run a few steps, a blurry shadow flashed from his side, and a sharp dagger slashed across his throat with lightning speed.

One stab, and he was dead.

Blood splattered on the gray cloak, blooming into crimson spots.

"People from the Tower of Babel?"

Lin Lu ignored the Sarkaz greatsword user, who was clearly in a desperate state, and curiously glanced at the tail sticking out from behind the woman. The purple arrow-shaped tail was very eye-catching, and combined with her rather magnificent chest and the light purple horns on her head... Why does this person look like a succubus?

It's so...so astringent...

"Nice to meet you, Ascalon, an elite operator from Babel Tower."

The Sarkaz woman, who seemed slightly astringent, nodded slightly. A jet-black color emanated from her blade, and in an instant, her figure seemed to appear simultaneously beside the remaining five Sarkaz mercenaries, the black mixed with scarlet forming a continuous line.

Chapter Ninety-Three: The Blood Demon Strikes

The physical constitutions of different Sarkaz are not the same. Clearly, Ascalon's combat power is not on the same level as that of ordinary mercenaries.

She appears to be an assassin-type operator skilled in assassination operations, but due to the vast difference in strength, even if they directly attack these mercenaries, they have almost no ability to resist her.

This is what happens when the gap in individual strength widens: the weak cannot pose a threat to the strong. As long as the limit of tolerance is not exceeded, there is no difference between a hundred people and one person.

"Hello, leader of the Golden Tree."

Ascalon stepped through the bloodstains and fallen corpses, gracefully bowing with his hand on his chest, his expression calm and collected, as if he were casually dealing with some trash, powerful and eerie.

...There's no support option in the mission, so why are elite Babel operators here?

Lin Lu turned his head to look at the gradually expanding behemoth. As the fog dissipated, a blurry human figure seemed to be standing on the top of the steel-forged beast. Although they were far apart, he could still feel that the person's gaze was focused on this place.

Is it Kal'tsit? Or the commander known as the 'Babel Tower Evil'?

Or perhaps... Demon Queen Theresa?

"I will be in charge of this part of the defense line with you from now on. On behalf of Her Highness the Princess, I extend my greetings to you."

Ascalon showed none of the savagery and rage typical of Sarkaz mercenaries. If you ignored the blood-dripping dagger, she behaved like a well-educated noblewoman, composed and elegant, completely out of place in the chaotic battlefield.

"Is a stronger enemy about to pass through here?"

Lin frowned slightly, somewhat puzzled.

The Tower of Babel seems to have no reason to specifically send such a powerful figure to help. The only explanation is that they have received accurate intelligence that a stronger enemy is about to pass through this area. Otherwise, even if they were to send out powerful figures, their first priority should be the area under their own control, minimizing their own losses as much as possible. That would be the most beneficial course of action.

"Maybe."

In fact, Ascalon wasn't quite sure what Theresa was thinking either.

Is observation really just observation?

Doing so is unnecessary and would be a waste of a high-level combatant. A kind-hearted princess would never do such a thing.

In comparison, Theresa's explanation that she already knew a skilled fighter would pass through this area makes more sense.

"It's definitely here now."

...?

Lin Lu looked around, completely bewildered, but saw nothing.

Compared to her Sarkaz kin, Ascaren was like an anomaly, not only in her clothing and appearance but also in her speech... How did she even start telling lame jokes?

"They're here. I can feel it, a throbbing deep within my blood... Ha, bloody and insane, it's those bloodthirsty madmen."

"...?"

So what exactly is this talking about? What just happened?

I didn't see anything, how do you know who came? Are the Sarkaz people related by blood? Is that really so amazing?

Lin Lu was completely bewildered by Ascaron's actions. She was about to say something, but then swallowed her words.

An unnatural, pungent smell of blood spread from all directions, and the air seemed to be filled with a blood-red mist.

Blood is boiling uncontrollably!

However, there was still no sign of the enemy in the vicinity.

"Who is this? Do you know them?"

"I don't recognize him. He might be one of the Blood Demon nobles. Those guys are never very well-behaved."

Ascalon shook his head, raised the dagger in his hand, and the long, pointed ears that peeked out from the hood of his cloak twitched slightly, as if listening to the sounds around him.

Judging from her actions, this situation is probably quite tricky. She may not be certain of victory, which is why she is so prepared.

However, Lin Lu hates these kinds of pretentious guys the most.

It's fun to do this yourself, but it's a different story when you see others showing off. He's just being hypocritical, so what?