Huh? Are they all real?...

This is the ruins of the dwarves, so the doors here seem rather small to them.

Fortunately, this predicament was only reflected in the doors. In order to demonstrate their outstanding craftsmanship, the dwarves of the Age of Gods would make their houses much larger.

But this happens to be the size that humans find appropriate.

In addition, this place is a long-lost ruin, making it very suitable for the activities of these cult members who live in the shadows.

It allows them to do many things that cannot be done openly.

Then they all looked down into the deep darkness.

That was once the most crucial furnace core of this dwarf city.

It burns with subterranean fire that is said to be able to replace the sun in illuminating the earth.

However, as the city was completely buried underground, the ever-burning subterranean fire also dimmed.

Below them now lies only this profound darkness and their sect's sole spiritual pillar.

They were already used to the wails coming from below.

The sound has never stopped since they migrated here.

It's like an immortal being constantly subjected to unbearable torment by another equally eternal being.

Now, the sound has stopped.

So does this mean that the day they've been waiting for has finally arrived?

-

Instead, it was in a high-altitude maintenance facility belonging to the People's Federation.

The owner of the repair shop was lounging in his hammock, looking rather bored.

Business was so-so today, even though he no longer relied on the factory's original business as his main source of income after he went there.

But after doing this for so many years, I can't help but care about it.

So whenever he had free time, he would keep an eye on the car repair business at the factory.

Although these new employees are all reliable.

Thinking of this, the man couldn't help but smile.

He felt he was probably the first person in history to actually do much better here than over there.

Of course, this only applies to practicing the divine way!

After all, he had worked himself to the bone to collect several superhuman corpses that were not only of low rank but also severely incomplete.

Meanwhile, since that woman arrived, he has amassed an almost surplus of superhuman corpses.

He can even be picky about what he chooses!

For example, they might complain that the corpse's arm is too badly rotten to be stitched up, or they might throw the still usable head, thighs, or other parts into the incinerator to burn.

In short, the feeling of a poor person suddenly becoming rich is wonderful!

It was a kind of extravagance that he could never experience over there.

After all, the path of the lost is truly condemned by everyone.

Even after surviving to Sequence Six, he still dared not show his face, fearing he might be surrounded and wiped out at any moment.

But he did not regret choosing the path of the Bewildered, even though, according to what he knew, the Bewildered, who were severely lacking in the divine path, had reached their limit at Sequence Five.

Because he already has information about the next sequence of extraordinary characteristics.

Most importantly, not only can the Lost Ones attempt immortality at Sequence Five, but because their power is always closely related to their soul, they are different from others who, even if they reach Sequence Seven or Sequence Eight, can only enjoy a large portion of their abilities there.

He was able to start activating most of his power here when he reached Sequence Seven.

Now, he hardly feels restricted.

It's just unknown what state he'll be in when he becomes a lich and the separation between the two worlds takes place.

Is he a lich over there and a human here, or will he slowly be assimilated into a living corpse here as well?

He hoped it was the former, but reason told him it was more likely the latter.

However, even if it was the latter, he did not regret it, because liches have theoretical immortality!

This is a beauty that most demigods could never possess.

After a complicated smile, the boss sat up from his hammock.

He then took a bottle of beer from the small refrigerator next to him and drank it. After almost finishing the beer in one gulp, he opened another one, pulled out a table and chairs, and began to examine the intelligence that had just been delivered that day.

That was the woman who brought him one superhuman corpse after another!

The last time they left, they said, "Because of blasphemy against God and against the King!"

But it still makes him unable to sleep soundly.

He was just a black market dealer who disposed of corpses.

They don't want to get involved in a religious war.

Those madmen poisoned by their beliefs are far more terrifying than corpses.

After all, they are completely unreasonable, and they are also incredibly skilled in combat and fearless.

In addition, he recently heard something through his own connections that made him even more bewildered—King Trajan of Sword and Shield had come here!

Even in the city of Truth.

This left him wondering if he should move to another place.

If he were to move to another location, he would have to quickly find out what happened with that woman, since she had already dragged him into the religious war.

He wouldn't dare leave without figuring things out.

Thinking about this, all the good mood I had painstakingly cultivated vanished.

"What a damn guy!"

He wouldn't dare to blaspheme against the gods, and he certainly wouldn't dare to blaspheme against the king, but cursing that woman was still fine.

It was after seeing the information that he had finally managed to get through someone else that he saw.

He then started cursing even more fiercely!

"Damn it, that's all they found??? And it's on all three sides!!!"

To be on the safe side, he not only used up almost half of his savings, but also hired three different and powerful organizations to investigate.

As a result, all three parties unanimously gave him a blank sheet of paper!

No, it's a little better than a blank sheet of paper, since there's still a line of text on it.

The only problem was that the line of text only contained the woman's name and address.

And he knows all of this himself!

"What a bunch of useless trash! And they won't even refund our money!!!"

This experience nearly made him die of anger.

It was at this moment that he heard the sound of the door being opened.

Then a young man with a slightly tilted head walked in.

This was his favorite corpse, possessing the best abilities and physique among his many collections.

But he shouldn't have come here!

This made the man frown slightly and slowly get up.

After observing for a while, seeing that the other party did not make any move, the man pulled out a homemade rune-inscribed shotgun from the shelf next to him.

While aiming at the corpse, he also tried to control it.

Perhaps I'm just not familiar with my abilities yet?

The man comforted himself in this way.

But after he successfully projected his consciousness onto the corpse.

He saw the golden embers that had melted the earth, and a desiccated corpse clutching its head and howling in agony on the embers!

The sword is both an instrument of punishment and a symbol anchoring fate.

When it is lifted, the stagnant fate of the supreme beings will begin to turn.

Please be patient until the gears of fate begin to turn again.

Please be patient, until the eternal instrument of torture transforms into hope.

Please be patient until the verdant June returns.

Chapter 365 A Prayer Personally Written by Moen (2k4)

And in the deepest part of the mysterious island base.

Countless technicians are sealing the alloy gate according to Moen's requirements.

Moen was also here personally watching.

Standing behind Moen was Voss, who still represented the Council of Ten.

The other two have already left the Mysterious Island base on official business.

Only Voss remained to accompany Trajan the Sword and Shield King.

Looking at the flickering sparks before him, the old man couldn't help but ask:

"Your Majesty, I don't doubt your meaning, but isn't it a bit of an exaggeration to say that someone might attack this place?"

Moen turned around to look.

The old man hurriedly explained:

"Because you said before that apart from special cases like TS002, even demigods can't get here right now. So, we really find it hard to believe they would try to attack here."

"After all, this place is not only top secret, but also has the highest level of security."

Moen laughed at this:

“This base has stood here for nearly three hundred years, and you have been sending a steady stream of supplies, as well as new soldiers and scientists, to this place all these years.”

"So, this is top secret only to ordinary people. I think you should be well aware of that as well."

The old man still wanted to argue:

"But with even demigods unable to get here, attacking this place would be tantamount to declaring war on the entire Human Alliance. We don't believe anyone on their side can break through here right now!"

"Or does Your Majesty believe they possess such power?"

Although they agreed to Moen's request, they began to strengthen defenses and further seal off the area.

But that was only because they couldn't ignore the will of a king, not because they actually felt it was necessary.

Of course, you could also say that what they were really worried about was this king!

After all, compared to a possible attack, this is a true supreme being.

Knowing what they were really worried about, Moen smiled and said:

“Mr. Voss, I know that you are actually worried about me, and I don’t mean to be angry at all, but I sincerely hope that you can believe me.”

Moen's directness didn't embarrass the old man at all; he simply smiled helplessly.

"After all, we are responsible for the entire Human Federation, Your Majesty. And you are simply too much of a burden for us."

Instead of continuing with that question, Mohn provided an answer to the previous one:

"In fact, I don't think they have the ability to directly breach this place, but, esteemed Mr. Voss, they might not even need to breach this base!"

"What do you mean, Your Majesty?"

The old man, seemingly realizing something, gradually became serious.

Moen looked at the tightly closed alloy door in front of him and said:

"A plague without any supernatural elements is already an incredibly troublesome opponent, so what about a supernatural plague that is even more difficult to guard against?"