Man on the ark, forced to become king

Old Carp kept glancing towards Nian, then spread his hands and said helplessly, "How long do you think I can hold out? That's a god... You're overestimating me."

"However, it took us a whole day to get here after receiving news of the falling leaves."

Lin Lu frowned slightly and looked at Nian, who was playing with the crystal ball.

"What's going on? Could it be that the god residing here possesses power related to time?"

"It's unlikely. It's more likely that the illusion affected his perception of time in the outside world. It seems that the god here doesn't have a real body here; what remains here is only a part of his power."

The young man shook his head and looked around.

The makeshift theater, hastily constructed, was filled with about a few dozen people, mostly of races commonly found in Letania. Their clothing also reflected Letania's style. These people sat in their seats, their eyes fixed on the empty stage. Even when the puppets suddenly and violently broke in, they did not react at all, like puppets carved from wood.

Without a doubt, this god's authority must be related to illusions, and he may also possess some abilities related to space. Therefore, he can make people fall into indistinguishable illusions, and he can also pull the old carp into a small crystal ball.

Moreover, all of this was accomplished by only a portion of His power; although the exact amount is unknown, it is likely not much.

"The god of Yan Kingdom".

Suddenly, the nearest Letanian stiffly turned his head, his lifeless eyes staring blankly in their direction, woodenly conveying the will of the god.

"You shouldn't be here."

"What, do I need to report to you where I'm going?"

Although the exact strength of this god cannot be estimated at the moment, his imposing presence is no less than before.

This was her first mission after joining the Golden Tree, and she had to complete it flawlessly. Even if the opponent was a god, she couldn't afford to be weak.

"Leave this place, leave my territory..."

"Alright, alright, what era are we living in? You old fogies still spout these clichés. I'm sick of hearing them."

Nian tilted her head and picked at her ear, and streaks of crimson cloud patterns drifted out from under her clothes and spread outwards.

"What's the point of saying all this? Do you dare to come out and have a go at me?"

Chapter 122 The Scholar Meets the Soldier

"Fragment, you are arrogant."

The audience in the theater all turned their heads, conveying the same message.

They were all Letanian nobles who had gathered here with various purposes, but under the control of the gods, they could only become mindless puppets at this moment.

An invisible force was influencing the surroundings, completely different from the energy-filled Originium Arts or spells. Lin Lu could sense the influence lingering around him, but he couldn't analyze how it took effect, just as he couldn't understand how Xi's painting became a miniature world.

However, the power of the Golden Tree can resist this influence; it is subtle enough, but not powerful.

"I may be arrogant, but what can you do about it?"

A wheel-shaped shield slowly emerged, and tiny flames gathered together, piecing together a crimson greatsword with a broken blade that hovered beside him. Nian gripped the hilt with one hand, and a tremendous power instantly spread out, causing the surrounding temperature to rise significantly.

"Fragment... are you some old codger who survived from ancient times?"

"I've always had a slight doubt about whether gods like you are stronger than us. How about we have a match?"

The air distorted in the high temperature, vaguely revealing the shadow of a ferocious beast.

This was the first time Lin Lu had seen Nian use her power. The greatsword in her hand seemed to connect with the outside world, and a tangible sense of oppression emanated from her petite body, carrying a hint of anxiety.

"Insanity!"

The crystal ball encasing the castle model burst forth with a hazy glow and slipped from Nian's hand, instantly shattering the entire world into overlapping fragments.

The sky recedes into the distance, the earth collapses, much like the shattering of Xi's dream.

However, Lin Lu could feel that she was still standing on solid ground. The apocalyptic scene was just an illusion created by that unknown god. The only difference was that the object of the change was not them, but the surrounding space.

His authority can act directly in the real world!

"It's a bit troublesome."

Lin Lu pressed on Lao Li's shoulder, a look of seriousness flashing in her eyes.

He suddenly realized that since Nian and Xi, along with their brothers and sisters, all came from fragments of the same deity, and each of them wielded a certain authority, wouldn't the complete god possess multiple authorities?

The combined power of those forces is not as simple as one plus one equals two.

"Do you want to attack together?"

"No need, today is our home turf, you just watch."

Nian waved his hand, his eyes almost completely filled with purple light, and the ferocious beast shadow that appeared behind him became clearer and clearer.

"Xi, time to get to work."

"Yes, yes."

Xi nodded gently, raised her arm, and a speck of ink spread from her feet outwards, quickly smoothing out the shattered world. Clouds and smoke became ink, outlining a scene of yellow sand. The setting sun was like blood, and in the blink of an eye, a desolate battlefield appeared before her eyes.

"Okay, I'll take a look first."

Since Nian said so, Lin Lu readily agreed and pulled Lao Li to move aside.

To be honest, the methods used by the gods in this world are far superior to those of the demigods in the borderlands. They unleash large-scale area-of-effect attacks and can change the world at will. If we want to fight them, we really need to observe and study them before we can make a move.

"How did you manage to bring them over?"

The stunned old carp shrank back and muttered under its breath.

He felt this was probably the most glorious moment of his life. He was in dire straits, and two deities came to his rescue. What an honor! It was something that would bring glory to his ancestors and be recorded in the family genealogy.

The Li clan has a long history and knows a lot about various little-known secrets. He knows how troublesome those guys in Yan Kingdom are. It won't be easy to persuade them to take action. Lin Lu, what exactly is his identity?

Could he be the illegitimate son of some high-ranking official in the imperial court?

"Partner, understand?"

Lin Lu glanced at him, then put on a stern face and instructed, "You must keep today's events a secret. If they leak out, I might not do anything, but Nian and the others might. Understand?"

"I understand, I understand!"

Old Carp glanced at the imposing figure not far away, then at the landscape depicted in ink wash painting around him, swallowed hard, and nodded repeatedly.

"Don't worry, I'll keep what happened today a secret. I have the professional ethics to keep things confidential for my clients."

Just kidding. He'd be asking for trouble by talking nonsense everywhere. He'd heard about the disputes in the court. If he got caught up in trouble because of his careless words, wouldn't that be asking for trouble?

"Old man, I'll let you make the first move, how about it?"

Suddenly, Nian's voice came from ahead. She was floating in the air at some point, her arms crossed. A huge, white beast stood behind her, with dragon horns on its head, eyes like fire, and a body shaped like a fish, but with a long, thin dragon tail.

The giant beast fully revealed its form, standing about seven or eight meters tall, with a slightly bulging belly and a crack in it, through which flames could be vaguely seen rolling.

Nian threw out his greatsword, which grew longer in the wind and landed perfectly in the giant beast's claws.

The god hidden in the troupe did not speak, but demonstrated his attitude through his actions.

The edges of the ink painting world are stained black, like paper soaked in water, and shadows emerge from the shadows, each with a different shape.

There were Sarkaz, Safra, Liberi, Felin... a whole host of races, each dressed in different ways, as if they had appeared here from different historical points, silently gathering around the four people.

"Such petty tricks are beneath us; why embarrass ourselves by using them?"

Nian scoffed dismissively, and with a wave of his hand, flames rose, and human figures identical to those charging at him materialized from the flames, charging towards them.

"Heaven has furnaces, earth produces metals, there are ten kinds of people, and a hundred kinds of beasts... What do you think of my terracotta warriors?"

"Humph."

A cold snort suddenly rang out, and a hazy mist abruptly dissipated from the edge of the world. One after another, towering rock giants burst from the ground, roaring and howling as they joined the battle.

Before Nian could summon the corresponding terracotta warriors, Xi preemptively struck, her longsword flashing and drawing a dark arc.

"Freehand expression surpasses mere form!"

The flowing ink seemed to wrap around the body of each colossus out of thin air, and the pale blue dragon body condensed in the ink, binding it tightly.

Clearly, the god hidden within the troupe was no match for the sisters Nian and Xi when it came to summoning helpers.

Lin Lu had no doubt that if Xi wanted, she could draw as many of those things as she wanted; it was just a matter of lifting a pen... But what was the principle behind that terracotta warrior from that year? Could the forged authority summon clones of enemies?

Kara~ Kara~

Suddenly, something else emerged from the mist. This time, it was different from the soldiers of various tribes and the stone statues that had appeared before. What emerged from the mist were huge metal constructs, each more than five meters tall, with an overall humanoid shape. Through their simple shells, one could see the rotating mechanical structures inside.

In 1900, an attempt was made to replicate their terracotta warriors, but it failed; the flames surged and only scattered metal parts were produced.

Even the ink dragons summoned by Xi couldn't restrain them. The mechanical constructs emitted an elite luster, dispelling the ink-wash lines she had drawn.

Furthermore, these things appeared for a different purpose than the previous stone statues. They did not intend to attack, but instead dispersed according to a certain pattern, trailing behind them crimson liquid, piecing together intricate patterns on the ground.

"liquor?"

A strong smell wafted over, and Lin Lu sniffed, her brows furrowing slightly.

He was all too familiar with this smell; it was extremely similar to the wines in the Emperor's collection, which he could smell every day when he was with Penguin Logistics.

"It is indeed wine, and a very good quality red wine."

Old Carp also recognized the taste, confirming Lin Lu's guess.

The liquid flowing out of the mechanical shell was indeed alcohol.

Wow!