People are at the border, but they become the incarnation of the sun

The woman was so tall that she looked like a dwarf in front of Greg. Moreover, Greg's limbs and chest were connected with countless limbs neatly arranged on them, as if he was wearing a suit of armor made of limbs.

The limbs slowly squirmed as he moved, as if they were real muscles growing on them.

It is so densely packed that even people with trypophobia would be scared when they see it.

It looks like a monster from the Cthulhu mythology, and its appearance is really embarrassing.

And the most important thing is that Greg held the dragon's head in his left hand, and behind him were two more heads of Shrimp Fire Kings!

This is also what surprised Reinhardt the most.

I didn't expect this guy to have a brain and receive so many weird things.

But so what, even if Greg took Lupton Sanks and Godfrey on him today, it would be useless!

Even if Marika comes and takes this guy inside the golden tree, she can't save him!

He, Reinhardt said so!

when--

During the battle, Nefeli, who was almost exhausted, barely blocked Greg's king axe.

"damn it...."

A strong smell of blood slowly spread in her mouth.

In this extremely strange situation, her situation was already precarious, and she could only roll continuously to dodge Greg's attacks.

She never expected that the cowardly king who was once called the weakest demigod and even looked down upon by her adoptive father would be so powerful.

Every blow she made had the power to tear the earth apart. If the opponent's movements had not been so agile, she would have been split in half by the axe.

"Kneel down!"

Greg swung the Golden King Axe in his hand again, splitting the air and smashing it down.

Boom!There was a loud noise, and the ground shook violently again, and even a few gravels were knocked off the city wall, let alone Neferi who was nearby.

Although the blow did not hit her, her feet were unstable and the impact hit her abdomen mercilessly.

A mouthful of bruises suddenly welled up in his mouth and spurted out. If it hadn't been for the pair of axes supporting his body, he would have fallen to the ground.

But her vision had begun to blur, and she had no strength left in her body. She could only watch Greg approach her step by step.

It has to be said that although Greg is the weakest demigod, he is still a descendant of Godwin after all. His blood is one quarter of the blood of [War King] Gefre and one quarter of the blood of [Eternal Queen] Marika, and he has inherited some amazing abilities.

"You filthy sinner, you dare to offend the [Golden King]? I will sentence you to death!"

Greg raised his great axe once again, ready to carry out the decapitation himself, and then prepare to attach her limbs to his own body.

There are not many such excellent Faded Warriors.

If he follows this, he can first go south to kill Latarn, then go north to conquer the Royal City of Rodel, return to his hometown, and return to the foot of the golden tree.

Thinking of this, Greg's heart was burning with heat, and he immediately dropped the giant axe in his hand.

But at this moment, a huge force suddenly came and hit his abdomen hard, knocking him out.

"cough--"

Greg, who was knocked flying, retreated nearly ten meters before he used the giant axe to steady his body, but when he raised his head, his eyes suddenly showed immense anger and resentment.

"You're not dead... Reinhardt, you traitor!"

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"Are you okay?"

"It's okay...thank you for your help, stranger."

With Reinhardt's help, the woman stood up again.

But looking at her exhausted and bruised appearance, it seemed that this woman was no longer able to fight.

"...You've done a great job. Leave the rest to me."

He slowly helped the woman to the steps at the side, which was the best viewing seat that Malenia had chosen when she came here last time.

"...Wait!"

Just as he turned around, the woman suddenly spoke.

"I...I can still fight."

After saying that, the woman struggled to stand up, but her legs had no strength at all. She staggered and almost fell to the ground.

A hint of hatred and helplessness appeared in his eyes.

At this point, she also realized that her body had reached its limit.

Similarly, she was also regretting why she was so weak that she couldn't even complete the task assigned by her adoptive father.

He immediately raised his head and looked at Reinhardt with a hint of hope in his eyes.

"Strange Faded One... Oh no, sir, I'm afraid I'm no longer able to fight, but I hope to ask you for help."

"That man Greg must be eliminated. He actually resorted to the act of 'limb grafting'. That is unbecoming of a king. Even the wind has been tainted."

"Please, you must get rid of Greg!"

Neferi's voice was powerful and her anger was expressed completely without any concealment.

Perhaps it was because of the blood flowing in their veins, but as the descendants of the king, they couldn't help but feel disgusted and even nauseated by these evil deeds.

Especially when he learned that the limbs used by Greg were from the Faded Ones, the anger in his heart reached an irreparable level.

Greg's existence demeans the title of king.

"Okay, please leave it to me."

Reinhardt nodded.

Does this count as accepting the mission?

Actually, it wasn't that bad. He came here just to teach Greg, the brainless idiot, a lesson.

But whether to kill or keep him is entirely his business.

At least for Godwin's sake, perhaps he would spare Greg's life, or perhaps let Greg die more gloriously and not so cowardly.

"You're not dead... Reinhardt, you traitor!"

Greg's angry voice sounded at an inopportune time, attracting his attention.

Looking at Greg's sanity-depleted look, the way he wanted to fight but didn't dare to rush forward, he hesitated, and suddenly grinned and said jokingly, "Ha, how can I die if you're not dead?"

"But, Greg...it's been so long since we last met. You seem to have improved a bit, but not much."

He looked at Greg with a wild gaze, especially at the obvious dented fist marks on his stomach.

Judging from the feel of the previous attack, at least seven or eight limbs connected to the opponent's body were broken, but it seemed as if the opponent didn't feel anything.

Greg is indeed a smart guy.

But, the brain is not very big, probably only the size of a walnut.

Since you can get a set of limb armor, why not get a set of metal armor? Wouldn’t that be more resistant to attacks?

Reinhardt thought so.

However, Greg saw all of his contempt, his arrogance, and his disdain, and he was so angry that the hand holding the king's axe trembled slightly.

But who knows what this guy was thinking, that overwhelming hatred and anger, as well as that slight fear, were suppressed in an instant, and he even put on the demeanor of a king, slamming the royal axe into the ground.

Looking at him with arrogant eyes, an old and hoarse voice came from afar:

"Arrogant sinner, Reinhardt, I am the Golden King. Now that you have seen me, why don't you bow down to me?"

As if to demonstrate his majesty and momentum, he raised the axe in his hand again and then brought it down fiercely.

The dull sound echoed in the silent royal court.

Now Greg can be said to be arrogant again, thinking that he is invincible and looks down on everyone.

According to Greg,

I have taken on the limbs of dragons and lobsters. How could a mere Fader or a mere Reinhardt be my opponent?

Even if that crippled demigod Marennia comes, I will still not be afraid.

I will return to my hometown, to the foot of the golden tree, to inherit the throne of King Elden. That is a foregone conclusion, and no one can stop me!

When he thought of the two lobster heads like turrets behind him and the flying dragon head on his arms, Greg's confidence increased several times.

"Pray to you? Haha."

Reinhardt couldn't help but sneer when he heard this.

"Grek, I think you are really lost. Who do you think you are? Do you think you are your biological father Godwin just because you have a golden name?"

"Besides, what qualifications do you have to make me kneel down?"

Even if your grandfather Ge Fulei and your grandmother Marika were here, they would not be qualified to make him kneel down. This loser Greg is simply making a joke.

"Is it because you just received a bunch of random limbs?"

"Or, by making yourself look like a monster from the Cthulhu mythos?"

"Is the lesson from last time not enough? Are you planning to do it again?"

"And Greg, it's okay to deceive others about your strength, but don't deceive yourself."

Reinhardt mocked him at first, then acted like an elder and educated him earnestly.

However, his crazy PUA made Greg's face completely gloomy, so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it.

"Sharp-tongued... a mere faded person, yet so arrogant..."

Dragging his huge body, Greg took heavy steps, slowly walking towards Reinhardt step by step.

With every step, the ground could be clearly felt to tremble, just like an earthquake.

The golden crown amidst his messy white hair sparkled as he walked.

The lobster head embedded in the back slowly moved and rested on the shoulder like a cannon.

The smart eyes slowly turned and stared at Reinhardt.

He still vividly remembered what happened in the Shattered War a thousand years ago. If it weren't for the humiliation inflicted by Reinhardt, he wouldn't have ended up like this.

But suddenly Greg stopped and stood in the middle of the royal court road.

"I am the king of gold, kneel down for me!"

He raised the giant axe in his hand and smashed it hard on the ground. The ground shook suddenly and several cracks were blown out on the ground, spreading towards Reinhardt's feet.

At the same time, a strong hurricane hit them head-on.

No one knows what kind of stuff Greg has received, but it seems that this guy's power to control the storm is even stronger than he remembered.

But it seemed harmless, just a breeze turning into a cool breeze, not a big deal.

But his contempt, the disdain and arrogance revealed in the depths of his eyes, completely angered Greg.

"Damn you lowly person, how dare you look down on me!"

Greg was angry again.

The flying dragon head attached to the arm seemed to sense Greg's anger and woke up from silence. It slowly crawled on Greg's arm, opened its big mouth, and let out a roar that resounded through the sky.

"Roar--"

A raging flame that seemed to be able to burn everything erupted from the dragon's head into the sky, turning into dazzling sparks.

Under the twinkling stars, Greg was not at all panicked. Instead, he laughed like crazy and pointed his left arm towards the sky.

"My ancestors... please bear witness!"

The dragon head that spewed fire was like a flaming sword in Greg's arm, sweeping towards him from a distance.

The scorching flames swept across the earth, burning everything red.