Huh? Are they all real?...

No one has dared to attack the mountain yet!

Because challenging the authority of the High Court can be seen as dissatisfaction with the agent.

But to directly attack Mount Ling would truly be to disregard the goddess.

"Stay with me, let's go see who's so audacious!"

The power of frost spread beneath the feet of the Highlord of Midgard, eventually freezing the entire temple.

This was both the Highlord of Midgard venting his anger and using his authority to protect the temple.

The fire meteorite attack continues.

But the high-ranking beings in the central courtyard are already trying to resist.

And initial results have been achieved.

The only problem now is who launched the attack!

The central courtyard is the center of power and culture in this world.

It can be said that almost all the wisdom of this world is concentrated in the central courtyard.

Even so, the people in the central courtyard had never seen such a person before.

They look similar to them, but their heads and exposed parts of their bodies have obvious horn-like growths.

It was a completely new creature that had never appeared in their records before!

And it is full of power.

The radiant magic ring in his hand unleashed its power with abandon.

The Midgard warriors who had previously discovered him and attempted to engage him in battle had already been transformed into radiant, crimson skeletons by the power of the ring.

Among them were even two demigods, few in number in the Midgard.

Seeing this scene, the Grand Lord of Midgard felt his blood rush to his head and was filled with uncontrollable rage.

In particular, most of the Midgard warriors, including the two demigods who had already died in battle, were his disciples whom he had personally trained and raised!

"How dare you!"

A howling north wind swept in from the mountaintop, carrying biting frost that instantly enveloped the entire battlefield.

"In the name of winter, I will grant you eternal silence!"

The Great Lord's voice, like a glacier breaking, shook the heavens and earth. His figure appeared and disappeared in the wind and snow, as if he had become one with the cold winter. Every gust of cold wind was his will, every snowflake was his rage.

Mr. Conan stood to the side, a hint of shock flashing in his eyes. He knew that this Great Lord was no ordinary man, and in fact, he had exaggerated his own expectations of the Great Lord of Midgard as much as possible.

But Mr. Conan, who had never seen a high-sequence being go all out, underestimated this immortal.

The influence of the Grand Lord of the Central Court was a sweeping change that could be seen throughout almost the entire Spirit Mountain.

That even caused meteorites in the sky to freeze and shatter in mid-air.

They can no longer act as violently as before.

"A power akin to a natural disaster!"

Faced with such a deterrent, Mr. Conan uttered these words from the bottom of his heart.

He thought that, faced with such power, that strange non-human creature probably couldn't possibly win, right?

Even with the Grand Lord of Midgard displaying such imposing presence, the opponent simply stood still.

After pausing for a moment, he actually started clapping and said:

"An angel? This is the first time I've ever seen an angel from the Winter Path!"

"You know, before I came here, even I had only seen demigods of the Winter Path, since all those above that have disappeared."

"I never expected to see a living Winter Envoy today. So, are you a Sequence One Snow Burial or a Sequence Two Eternal Silence?"

“I’m sorry, normally I should be able to distinguish between Sequence One and Sequence Two, but your situation seems to be quite different from the angels I know.”

Judging from this guy's tone, could he be from that side?

Mr. Conan astutely discovered the truth.

The Grand Lord of Midgard had also guessed this.

But he no longer had the mind to think calmly. His disciples were slaughtered by the enemy, and the sacred mountain he was protecting was trampled by the enemy.

The other person asked him as if he hadn't done anything.

"You damned madman!"

The howling north wind truly pressed down on the other side.

This attack lacked the shock value of previous ones; the only thing it produced was a silent yet swift wind.

That wind represents death.

Everything in the world will be utterly shattered in this silent north wind. Rest in peace!

The other party, however, remained calm and composed, with a hint of mockery on their lips.

In his pride, he raised his hand once more, a dazzling ring set with a golden gemstone shimmering on his finger, radiating a breathtaking power.

"You are very powerful, perhaps even the strongest in this world, second only to the Supreme Being. However, I am receiving true glory!"

With a voice that was hard to decipher—whether contemptuous or pious—the Ring suddenly lit up, and terrifying, frenzied energy surged forth like a torrent, instantly melting the surrounding frost.

It also halted the death winds that were powerful enough to take everything away.

Because recently, the holders of the nineteen rings have been using them to participate in high-level matches, starting with the God Wars.

Therefore, the nineteen rings that Sauron had painstakingly forged seem rather useless.

It sounds impressive, but in reality, you'll get slapped twice by anyone and won't be able to fight back.

But that's because the previous Ringholders were always participating in high-level matches that were beyond their level.

Now, now is the moment when the power of the Ring can truly be demonstrated—not surpassing Uniqueness, yet clearly exceeding Sequence One.

Looking at that power, which was so strong it was almost abnormal.

The Grand Lord of Midgard was so shocked that his pupils contracted.

Unheard-of creatures, unheard-of weapons, and unheard-of power.

Countless layers of ice walls rose up in front of the Grand Lord of the Central Court.

They were trying to use this to block the opponent's powerful offensive.

But it was no use. No matter how many ice walls the Grand Lord of Midgard erected, they were useless in the face of that dazzling light.

They will all eventually be exposed.

So he looked at the courtyard and his disciples behind him.

The Grand Lord of Midgard could only grit his teeth and face the radiance.

First, the clothes burned rapidly in the radiance, then the flesh and blood were burned through, and finally, the soul was scorched.

Even so, the Grand Lord of Midgard remained firmly rooted to the spot.

Until that radiance completely stopped.

The one who possessed the Ring said with slight surprise:

"I possess the One Ring, the most powerful of the nineteen rings. It's incredible that you could withstand it, even from an angel."

Before the Horned Man and behind the Highlord of Midgard, an apocalyptic scene unfolded.

The once bustling central courtyard is now mostly reduced to ashes. Towering buildings have collapsed into ruins, streets are engulfed in flames, and the air is filled with the smell of thick smoke and ash.

The earth cracked as if torn apart by the claws of a giant beast, and the crimson glow of lava could be faintly seen in the cracks.

Further away, the outline of Mount Babylon was faintly visible. The sacred and majestic ridge was now engulfed in flames, the mountain collapsed, and boulders rolled down, as if even heaven and earth were wailing.

However, amidst this scene of destruction, there exists a miraculous haven—starting from the Grand Lord of Midgard, an invisible force draws a triangular area behind him.

In this area, the vegetation remains lush and green, and the fortresses still stand tall, as if time has stood still and the disaster has not touched it in the slightest.

The horned man stood before the Great Lord, gazing in astonishment at this pristine land.

The Great Lord's figure stood firm, like an unshakeable iceberg. At his feet, frost spread, clearly dividing the scorched earth from the pristine land.

The North Wind and Winter had been shattered by the Horned Man, but he had not!

He continued to stare directly at the horned man, his voice low and cold:

"What exactly do you want to do? Destroy everything, just to prove your power?"

Even the Highlord of Midgard had to admit that he and the entire Midgard were no match for this man.

This situation is completely beyond what was expected.

It seems to be to show respect for the strong.

After respectfully straightening his clothes, the horned man bowed and said:

“I have no grudge against any of you. I am here only to take a treasure kept in Highgarden. The reason I have chosen to resort to force is because you are all subordinate to Highgarden and are my enemies!”

Guided by Eve, the Horned Man was certain that the final right hand was located at the summit of this mountain, within the so-called Highgarden.

He wasn't very confident he could defeat the goddess who was lost in sorrow.

Even though he brought all the cards they had left in their hand.

After all, he is not Sequence Zero.

Therefore, he must eliminate as much of the enemy's strength as possible before the battle.

The central courtyard must be destroyed!

"So you really came here for Her Majesty the Goddess!"

The horned man smiled and shook his head, saying:

"No, I didn't come for your goddess, I came for that treasure!"

"I just think your goddess will never give me that treasure. So this is the only option, and I sincerely mourn your fate."

"If possible, please allow me to send you all off without pain."

The horned man's voice made everyone in the courtyard glare angrily, yet they were powerless to do anything about it.

The opponent's strength exceeded their limits.

It seemed that death was inevitable.

"Wait a moment!"

At this moment, Mr. Conan himself was surprised to find that he was standing in front of the already bloodied and mangled Highlord of Midgard, blocking the Horned Man's way.

"Oh? You are... you're a stranger? Why would a stranger be here?"

I didn't want to pay attention to Mr. Conan's horned man, but I stopped because I was surprised to find that he was a stranger.

Seeing that the other party had actually stopped, Mr. Conan said without thinking:

“I am the King’s messenger, representing the Lord of Baratheon, His Majesty Trajan, and of course, His Majesty Ansa, who is equally great!”

"So, Horned Man, I advise you to stop immediately. I admit your power is extremely strong, but I don't believe you want to be enemies with more Supreme Beings!"

Upon hearing this, the horned man laughed, a very sarcastic laugh:

"That's the theory."

"so?"

Mr. Conan felt that a miracle was about to happen.

"But unfortunately, before I could escape, my companions had already died because of Your Majesty!"

"What???"

No, this means that not only did I fail to persuade the other party, I even added fuel to the fire?

"You're surprised? I'm surprised too, because I still don't know why they suddenly attacked. I was supposed to have more time to recover!"

The goddesses' attack not only killed his companions but also destroyed the treasures they kept on them.

If he could bring those along, he was confident he could defeat a heartless goddess by risking his life.