Huh? Are they all real?

When Morn had already found the bodies of the Steel Banner Knights.

The leader of the first group of tomb robbers who entered here finally collapsed completely.

He had accumulated more than 3,000 brothers for many years, but now he was the only one left.

He paid such a heavy price, not only did he get nothing so far, he couldn't even see where the end was.

Especially when he crossed many obstacles and came to the deep pit that was like an abyss that made him feel at a loss.

His tense nerves were completely broken.

A strong man who was almost taller than a horse actually knelt in front of the deep pit and cried like a woman.

He was sure that this was the only way, and he really didn't want to go back and walk those death roads again.

But he really couldn't understand why someone would design such a deep pit with an obviously wrong style in such a huge maze.

"Madman, what kind of madman designed this thing!"

The orc who was still alive behind him walked tentatively to the deep pit and looked down.

It was indeed bottomless, but the other party also designed a passage that seemed to allow people to jump all the way down, just like before - rows of horizontal tombstones that were far apart and spirally descending.

Obviously, these tombstones were the paths left by the designer for later people.

But he also felt that those tombstones might have been set up by the designer for them in advance.

Recalling what he had seen along the way, even if he had long since taken life and death lightly, he couldn't help but twitch his eyes.

The designer of the maze really put a lot of effort into trapping people.

It was also the first time he understood that the best trap was not an absolute kill, but a glimmer of hope so that people could try to catch that glimmer of hope that did not exist.

"What a vicious guy."

The words that the orc said subconsciously reached the ears of the still crying leader.

The other party suddenly grabbed his neck and said:

"It's all you, it's all you who made me lose so many brothers in vain! You damn thing!"

Looking at the leader who was completely red-eyed, the orc knew that he could no longer communicate.

So in order to make use of his remaining energy, the orc raised his hands and pried his hands apart with a force that the other party could not understand at all.

The leader, who was bending down and changing his posture because of the pain, said in horror:

"You are an orc, but your strength cannot be so great. You were not beaten into a mortal? You have been pretending? You watched us die in front of you!"

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

"I was indeed beaten into a mortal, but Sauron's ring did not!"

Then why mine had no effect, such a question came to the leader's mind, and he got an answer that made him furious:

"The ring you gave me is a fake?! You played me like a donkey?"

As the leader realized, the sound of applause came from the passage behind them.

Accompanied by the dull and rhythmic collision sound of countless heavy armors due to walking, a person who surprised the leader to the extreme even in such a dangerous situation came out.

"King of Blessing?!"

Countless Knights of Steel Banners lined up on both sides to highlight their master, King of Blessing Rubien Yothelde, the King of the Steel Heart Church.

Behind the King was Archangel Kalu Judd, known as the Left Hand of Steel.

And the one who clapped his hands was the King of Blessing, who was the core of all this.

The young King wore a half-gilded mask on his face, which covered his left face and the shame of his life.

"I am very satisfied with your expression, mortal. I didn't have much interest, but your performance along the way really made me very happy."

The King's voice made his expression switch wildly between confusion, realization, and horror.

He wanted to loudly question the King in front of him whether he had followed them long ago and regarded everything they did as entertainment.

But in the end, all his anger was extinguished in his throat.

The King is the Supreme.

He is just a mortal.

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

The orcs who noticed that he had lost his spirit simply let him go.

And he lowered his posture and crawled on the ground.

He hurriedly kissed the ground under the king's feet and said:

"Your Majesty, since you have watched our performance, then, can I ask for your grace? So that I can leave here?"

He had given up everything he had and had lost everything long ago. Now, he only hoped that the other party would be merciful and let him go.

But his behavior made the king extremely unhappy and said:

"Where is the saying that a good show is about to begin, but the performance is stopped abruptly?"

This sentence undoubtedly threw him into the abyss.

But even so, he still held on to the last bit of luck and asked:

"Your Majesty, what do you mean?"

The king walked around him, and as the orcs bowed respectfully, he looked at the deep pit or abyss under his feet and said:

"Jump down, let me see whether you can jump to the end, or fall down and die halfway."

"Your Majesty?!"

Before he could continue speaking, a knight of the steel flag drew his sword and placed it on his neck.

The king had no intention of looking back, but he seemed to know everything that happened behind him and said:

"Don't let me say it again."

There was no way, the captain could only stand up tremblingly.

He walked to the abyss of this reality.

After swallowing hard, he mustered up the courage to jump towards the nearest tombstone.

The first time was good, he was safe and sound.

But looking at the bottom of the still bottomless ground, and the next tombstone that seemed as far away as the starry sky, he found that he couldn't move his legs.

He could only look at the king behind him like a plea.

But the king's face just had a slowly cooling expression:

"I said, continue!"

Looking at the steel flag knight who had already raised his crossbow and was ready to shoot him at any time.

He could only grit his teeth and continue to jump.

The second and third tombstones were all safe.

Even the next dozen tombstones were the same.

This made the king more and more interested and more confident.

But when he really saw the bottom, he thought he had won and ignored the tombstone behind him, and chose the one in front of him that he could jump over!

Then it was very simple. He jumped out with confidence and almost fell down.

Until he really hit the bottom and fell to his death, his screams echoed in the whole deep pit.

However, even if he sacrificed his life, the performance only made the king slightly excited.

"What a useless thing."

No one dared to respond to this, even if it was flattery.

Because none of them had the right to talk to the Supreme.

Among the many Supremes, Morn is really a very rare one.

Although Morn alone makes such rarity quite proportionate.

It's like, what? You said that the Lionheart King and the Eternal King are also like this? Sorry, that's all me!

The Blessed King, who felt bored again, asked the orc:

"So, that is right below, right?"

The orc bowed humbly and replied:

"I can't guarantee it, but I think it should be. After all, we have overcome too many difficulties, Your Majesty."

The King was amused by his answer:

"I think there are too few interesting levels like this. If possible, I really want to hire the designer of this maze as my personal consultant."

"So that I can find some fun at any time."

After saying that, the King turned around and looked at the orc and said:

"The premise is that this old guy who existed before the Age of Gods is still alive!"

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Seeing that the King had no feeling about his operation of finding a vanguard to explore the way.

The lives of thousands of elite tomb robbers and the hard flattery of a mysterious organization were all trivial matters to the Supreme.

The orc also knew better than to mention this, and instead looked at the king and said:

"It must be his honor to be appreciated by His Majesty, but Your Majesty, you'd better be careful, after all, the real highlight should be below."

In response to his reminder, the Blessed King said as if he had heard a big joke:

"The real highlight? What can it be? I admit that this maze is interesting, but it's just a trick that only people who feel guilty about their abilities would play."

"Otherwise, why did he spend so much effort to design this maze? Isn't it because he can't provide enough guards, so he can only use this trick to get away with it?"

In response, the orc could only nod his head.

If he wants to succeed, the Blessed King is indispensable.

And the biggest reason he can invite the Blessed King is that he said there is a treasure here that can make him avenge his previous shame.

The king's face was engraved with words representing humiliation, and the great god's left hand was cut off as a token of atonement.

The two supremes of the Steelheart Church could never forget all of this.

The King of Blessing, who finished saying these words with a smile, suddenly stopped smiling and looked at the orcs and said:

"Because you offered Sauron's ring and our prophet also proved that what you said was true. That's why I believed you, but now I'm a little suspicious whether you did something secretly."

In front of the king's pressure, the orcs lowered their heads even more.

The king had already walked up to him:

"You'd better pray that you don't do anything tricky, otherwise, I'm not one of those idiots who can be manipulated by you."

"Of course not, Your Majesty, I and we are all serving the Supreme with all our heart!"

In response, the Blessed King looked at him meaningfully and said:

"I believe this sentence, but I don't know which Supreme you are talking about."

Without waiting for the orc to think of how to answer, the Blessed King, who was wearing a half-mask, changed the subject and said:

"Okay. Let's go down and see the so-called highlight!"

With the previous people exploring the way, this seemingly most dangerous level is not that dangerous.

After all, the Steel Flag Knights are truly elite. Not to mention that they have already demonstrated, even if they rely on themselves, they will not make mistakes in such a straightforward trap.

The ones who can really threaten them are those in front. But those in front have already been explored.

The orcs' operations are very useful, but the Supreme does not care.

Therefore, Moon's favorite jumping music only sent away the last member of the tomb-robbing group.

However, it didn't matter, because Moon designed this maze just to pay tribute.

He didn't even think that anyone would really come. He didn't think that he could really block anything with just these.

Therefore, he was very satisfied with having so many users.

What Moon really used to guard the door was another arrangement.

After passing the jumping music without even a narrow escape.

What appeared in front of the blessing king and others was a very wide and bright corridor wrapped by golden tree roots on both sides.

And at the end of the corridor was a golden fog door.

Inside was the real door guard left by Moon.

As they came down, all of them found that their strength had recovered without noticing.

After confirming this, Archangel Kalu Judd of the Steel Heart Church immediately told the Blessed King:

"Your Majesty, our strength has been restored."

The Blessed King glanced back at him and looked at the golden fog gate in front of him with more interest.

"What is this? The last supply before the war? It seems that I seem to have said something wrong. This guy is very confident."

After moving his body a little, the Blessed King strode forward.

He didn't even bother to read the advice that kept coming up as he moved forward.

Seeing this, Kalu Judd and the Knights of the Steel Flag quickly followed, and passed the Blessed King and walked into the golden fog gate first.

Only the orcs who had been following the crowd lowered their heads to look at the advice.

There were three sentences in total.

The first two sentences were advice:

Turn back.

You can't win.

And the last sentence was a statement that made him feel deeply uneasy-then, there is a god in front, please witness it!

No way, that guy put a god here?

How is this possible?

How could a god be willing to hide in such a place?

With deep uneasiness and disbelief. The orcs also passed through the golden fog gate.

Then, they saw a sea of ​​flowers and a huge ancient tree surrounding the entire sea of ​​flowers.

The ancient tree had a sacredness that made all of them look sideways, and there was an inexplicable hollow on the trunk of the ancient tree.

Whether it was the incredible sacredness or the incomparably dazzling round hollow, it was so eye-catching.

But apart from that, there was nothing else.

What does this mean?

Could it be that the previous advice was all a pretentious threat?

Just as the orcs were thinking this, they heard a sound.

First, there was a subtle rustling sound that they almost ignored, and then there was a grand singing that could be heard over the entire sea of ​​flowers.

The sound was extremely melodious, magnificent, and made people's blood boil uncontrollably!

It was as if a world-renowned stage play was finally about to usher in the climax, and countless famous artists sitting on the music stage were singing their instruments crazily.

At the same time, all of them saw the scene that made their pupils shrink.

Above the sea of ​​flowers, the god they least wanted to face descended.

That was the enemy god who cut off the left arm of their main god and carved words on the king's face!