Huh? Are they all real?...

And now, she has no pretense in front of him.

So Moen smiled and walked into the passage.

They hadn't gone far when their path was blocked by a stone wall.

The Queen stepped forward, touched the stone wall, and then frowned, saying:

"It seems to be a dead end?"

Meanwhile, Moen, who was deliberately standing behind her, leaned against the stone wall and laughed:

"No, it's not a dead end, it just needs a little tap."

As Moen raised his fist and slammed it into the stone wall, the stone wall that had just blocked his way vanished into thin air.

Honestly, Moen really wants to relive the classic roll.

After all, how could you break through the classic invisible walls in Souls-like games without rolling?

However, considering that the Holy Grail was right in front of him, Moen restrained himself from taking it.

Men may never lose their childlike innocence, but they will always be mindful of their image in front of women.

In particular, the Holy Grail is modeled after Seresera.

However, as the invisible wall disappeared, the strong smell of blood that had been blocked outside the wall was now directly transmitted through.

Look ahead following the scent.

Moen and the Queen saw a hall filled with corpses.

And hundreds of small demon statues that are constantly tearing the corpse apart.

In that instant, all the little devils turned to look at the two who had suddenly appeared, Moen and his companion.

The previously relaxed atmosphere had now reached a peak of tension.

The Queen instinctively stepped in front of Moen to shield him.

Without a doubt, these monsters are the guards here, and as intruders, they will obviously be the targets of their attacks!

And indeed, those little devils were rushing towards the two of them.

Before she could actually do anything, a hand was placed on her shoulder, and someone walked past her to shield her behind them.

The entire process was smooth and seamless, without any hesitation.

This inevitably drew the Queen's attention to him once again.

At the same time, with Moen's official appearance, the little devils who had rushed over immediately stopped.

Instead, they lowered their heads in fear, as if they were slaves seeing their master, and hurriedly fled to the back.

Soon, all the little devil statues in the entire hall completely disappeared.

All that remained were a large number of unrecognizable corpses.

This made Moen smile once again.

He has just paid homage to the Mummy again – in The Mummy 2, High Priest Imhotep scared away the pyramid guards with his very appearance!

This feels amazing!

However, as he glanced around, Moen noticed something unusual about the corpses.

The Queen also noticed the change in his expression and immediately asked:

"what happened?"

Moen pointed to the left front and said:

“There, there are several corpses that don’t match these people.”

As he spoke, Moen once again lifted the Queen up by the waist.

He had to walk over so that her skirt wouldn't get stained with blood.

This time the Queen did not exclaim in surprise, but her hands still wrapped around Moen.

This caused her gaze to first fall on Moen's face, and then on her hands, which had inexplicably started moving unconsciously.

'Something's not right with me, so I need to figure out why!'

While the Queen was lost in thought, Moen had already carried her to their destination.

Sure enough, the corpses here weren't tomb raiders with all sorts of equipment, but proper armored knights.

Their heavy armor made them stand out even in battle.

The Queen's gaze finally turned to them.

“They number three thousand, and judging from their clothing, I can confirm that they are the Badar Adventurers, who are famous for looting ruins.”

"However, tomb raiders who spend their lives in various ruins obviously wouldn't have the standard equipment of knights. So, besides them, another group of people came?"

"Could you please flip them over?"

“I can’t see the emblem on the front, so I want to see if there are any markings on the back that can prove their identity.”

Moen, who was holding her, shook his head and said:

“No need for that. I recognize this armor. It’s the Steel Banner Knight of the Steelheart Church.”

The Queen's brow furrowed slightly.

"Not only a knight of the Steelheart Church, but also the most elite Steel Banner Knight?"

The Steelheart Church's Steel Banner Knights number only six hundred, making them the elite of the elite, comparable to the Dwarven Royal Guard and the Pure White Knights of the Pure White Dynasty.

Therefore, they would only operate as the king's personal guard.

"Your Majesty, should we speed things up?"

To the Queen's suggestion, Moen smiled and shook his head again, saying:

"No need, because I'm pretty sure that all the traps and setups in this maze are just minor things."

"The real highlight is at the very end."

A maze is clearly inadequate if it doesn't have a final boss that's so tough it makes you want to vomit blood.

Moen will not produce substandard products.

Chapter 383 A God Ahead, Please Bear Witness (4k)

When Moen had already discovered the remains of those Steel Banner Knights.

The leader of the first group of tomb raiders who entered the area finally broke down completely.

He had gathered over three thousand brothers over many years, but now he was all alone.

Despite paying such a heavy price, he has gained nothing so far, and he can't even see where the end is.

Especially when he overcame numerous obstacles and arrived at this abyss that left him bewildered.

The taut nerves snapped completely.

A burly man, almost as tall as a horse, knelt before the deep pit and began to cry like a woman.

He was certain this was the only way, and he really didn't want to go back down those deadly paths again.

But he really couldn't understand why anyone would design such a jarringly out-of-place pit in such a massive maze.

"A madman! What kind of madman designed this thing?!"

The orcs who were still alive behind him tentatively walked to the front of the pit and looked down.

It was indeed bottomless, but as before, the other party had designed a passage that seemed to allow people to jump down—rows of horizontally placed tombstones that were far apart and spiraled downwards.

Clearly, these tombstones are the path left by the designers for future generations.

But he also felt that those tombstones might have been erected for them by the designers in advance.

Recalling what he had seen along the way, even someone as indifferent to life and death as him couldn't help but feel a twitch in the corner of his eye.

The maze's designers really went to great lengths to trick people.

For the first time, he understood that the best trap is not one that is absolutely fatal, but one that leaves a sliver of hope so that people can try to grasp that non-existent glimmer of hope.

"What a vicious fellow."

The orc's words, spoken unconsciously, reached the ears of the commander, who was still sobbing.

The other person suddenly grabbed him by the neck and said:

"It's all your fault! You're the one who made me lose so many brothers for nothing! You damned bastard!"

Seeing that the commander's eyes were completely red, the orc knew that he was beyond communication.

So, in order to make the most of his remaining strength, the orc raised his hand and, with a force that the other could not comprehend at all, forcibly pried his hands apart.

The captain, who was bending downwards and constantly changing his posture to follow the other person's movements because of the pain, said in horror:

"You're an orc, but your strength couldn't possibly be this great. You weren't reduced to mortal status? You've been pretending all along? You've been watching us die right in front of you!"

In response to his question, the orc shook his head and said:

"I was indeed reduced to mortal status, but the only thing is, Sauron's ring is gone!"

The question that arose in the commander's mind was why his efforts were completely ineffective, and he received an answer that infuriated him:

"The Ring you gave me is a fake?! You've made a fool of me?"

As the leader realized the truth, applause erupted from the passage behind them.

Amidst the dull yet rhythmic clanging of countless heavily armored figures moving about, someone emerged who still astonished the commander to the extreme, even in such a perilous situation.

"The Blessed Prince?!"

Countless steel-flag knights lined both sides to highlight their master—Rubian Joseld, the King of the Church of Steelheart.

Behind the king was the archangel Karu Jade, known as the Steel Left Hand.

The person clapping and applauding was none other than the Blessing King, who was at the heart of all of this.

The young king wore a half-gilded mask, which concealed his left cheek and the shame of his life.

"Your expression pleases me, mortal. I wasn't particularly interested, but your performances along the way have truly delighted me."

The king's voice caused his expression to switch wildly between confusion, realization, and horror.

He desperately wanted to loudly question the king before him about whether he had been following them all along and treating everything they did as mere entertainment.

But in the end, all his anger died down.

The king is supreme.

He was just a mortal.

Therefore, his expression was no longer fierce, and he hunched over as if he had aged decades in an instant.

Noticing that he had lost his will to live, the orc simply released him.

He then lowered himself to a crawl on the ground.

He hurriedly and anxiously kissed the ground beneath the king's feet, saying:

"Your Majesty, now that you have witnessed our performance, may I ask for your permission to leave this place?"

He had already given up everything and lost everything long ago. Now, he only begs the other party to have mercy and let him go.

But his behavior greatly displeased the king, who said:

"Where is there a story about a great show about to begin, only to have it abruptly cut short?"

This sentence undoubtedly plunged him into despair.

Even so, he still clung to a last sliver of hope and asked:

"Your Majesty, what... what do you mean?"

The king bypassed him, and as the orc bowed respectfully, looked down at the deep pit, or rather, the abyss, beneath his feet and said:

"Jump down, let me see if you'll make it to the end, or fall to your death halfway down."

"His Majesty?!"