At Least Four Godkin? The True "Never-Setting Sun"

One [Floating City]

The Conference Palace.

The air was stagnant, almost tangible.

Above the dome, a star map, like a reflection of the starry sky, emitted a flickering, Star- like light.

The polished bronze floor reflected the silhouettes of several people in the palace.

Conference table.

Gros Horned Rage stood with his feet on the white dragon scale carpet, leaning back in his chair with his body slightly tilted, one hand casually resting on the conference table.

Behind him.

Standing respectfully was a level 80 Mercenary Monster, the "Frostborn Banshee," whose entire body emanated a chilling aura like white frost.

This invisible chill can easily take the lives of ordinary people.

Across the conference table sat another figure!

With short blond hair and a height of about 1.8 meters, he looks remarkably similar to a human, with bulging, thick muscles all over his body, resembling steel.

The heavy, deep aura exuded a chilling, oppressive atmosphere!

The second Guardian of the Floating City.

"A Zen Dragonheart" - Leoric Zhen!

Behind me.

Two other level 80 Monster Mercenary, the "Cloudsplitter Warrior," stood respectfully at the same time.

The monster was over two meters tall, dressed in full-body armor shaped like a howling wolf in bluish-gray, and wielding a giant sword the size of a door.

Throughout the entire hall.

Besides the two seated Guardian and the three Mercenary Monster, there was a standing figure. Judging from his position, this person's status was second only to the Guardian and above the Monster Mercenary.

The air was eerily still!

"Butler" Imlari watched the two Guardian, who were locked in a fierce confrontation, with calm eyes. This was not the first time in the hundreds of years that this had happened.

He was already used to it.

Why rashly contact the human nation where that former "God of Death" resided!

A flash of golden and blue lightning appeared in Leoric Zhen's eyes, and his voice, filled with anger, rang out in dissatisfaction:

"This will attract unknown hostility and trouble."

"... I've already said that."

Gros Horned Rage's tone was impatient, and his voice rose several decibels:

"This is an opportunity. You should have already seen the information about that Elf Divine Scion. His Elf Kingdom has been at war with that human nation for over 100 years."

Don't you think there's a problem with this?

"This indicates that the remaining power of that ' God of Death ' has weakened to the point that it is no longer able to intervene in the war against the humanity it was protecting."

"I need to find out how much power that mysterious Guardian still has left."

Boom!

"A futile effort!" Leoric slammed his fist on the table, the violent tremor echoing jarringly in the empty hall.

"Don't forget, even though their ' Divine Abode ' has collapsed, they still possess World Item!"

"It's just a low-level war; even if that mysterious Guardian doesn't intervene, it doesn't prove anything."

That's right.

"Butler," Imlaris thought to himself.

Although he didn't think there was anything wrong with the test, he did think that Lord Horned Rage's actions were a little rash.

Besides the Wild Magic possessed by the True Dragon Lord.

Only World Item can counter the power of World Item, provided that the opponent's information about their World Item is completely unknown.

Unless some of your trump cards are used!

Otherwise, such a probing attempt, if it angers the other party, will only provoke enormous hostility.

"The World Item within the crucial [Floating City] are completely unusable. Under these circumstances, how can we fight against an opponent who possesses World Item?"

"Butler" Imlaris sighed inwardly at this thought.

This reminded him of the "accident" 200 years ago—no, for the entire [Floating City], it should be considered a disaster.

Whoosh!

A series of rapid footsteps came from outside the conference room.

With a soft knock, a Monster Hanzo cautiously entered from outside the conference hall.

The arguing stopped abruptly.

"The Doppelgänger we dispatched are dead," Hanzo reported as he entered.

Upon hearing this,

A slight smile appeared on Gros Horned Rage Goat's face as he lightly tapped his fingers on the conference table, making a soft "thump" sound.

Whether a musical melody is beautiful or not, it always reveals itself unexpectedly.

Before Leoric Zhen could speak...

"Imlaris?" Gros Horned Rage's gaze swept over the standing figure.

"Yes, Guardian."

"Butler" Imlaris tapped lightly, raising his finger to his temple:

"Message!"

A flash of magical light.

Just a moment.

"Butler" Imlaris seemed to have received more accurate information, and raised his head again, bowing slightly to Gros Horned Rage.

"Guardian, after the death of the Doppelgänger, a Monster Hanzo also died at the same time, within three breaths of each other."

Gros Horned Rage raised a thick, white eyebrow, seemingly a little surprised.

What exactly are you guys doing?

Leoric Zhen's face was cold, and his deep, authoritative voice rang out.

"Guardian."

"Butler" Imlaris turned to the side again and bowed deeply to Gros Horned Rage.

The two Guardian are of equal status, and he must respond to and complete the orders given by either side first.

certainly.

As the person in charge of the "Starlight Observation Tower," he naturally cannot do everything himself, so high-ranking servants will serve him.

Beside Lord Leoric Zhen is an "80Lv" Cloudsplitter Warrior, and beside Lord Gros Horned Rage is an "80Lv" Frostborn Banshee!

At this moment, only one Frostborn Banshee was beside Lord Gros Horned Rage, because the other was monitoring and guarding the Elf Divine Scion.

The number of high-ranking servants is two under normal circumstances.

This quantity is indeed a bit stingy, but for the highest- Guardian, it's a helpless measure, as the [Floating City] is currently barely breaking even.

Let's leave the rest aside for now!

Food is a major issue.

The servants that maintain the normal operation of the various areas are Undead, creatures that do not need to breathe, sleep, or eat.

"The three Mercenary Monster dispatched were all summoned from ' Mercenary Summit.' They are the most suitable high-level servants, used and discarded immediately."

"The plan is that if they sense an insurmountable danger, all three Mercenary Monster will immediately commit suicide."

"Butler" Imlaris bowed slightly before raising his head, his voice respectful and humble, and explained, "Due to the characteristics of Mercenary Monster, once they die, they leave no corpse and cannot be resurrected. Therefore, even if this human nation detects an invasion, it cannot determine which side it originated from."

Leoric Zhen already understood, glancing at Gros Horned Rage opposite him, a flash of lightning appearing in his blue-gold pupils.

"".-Oh."

Leoric Zhen let out a cold laugh. "This is exactly the situation you expected, isn't it?"

"Hoping for a likely - completely fruitless outcome."

Gros Horned Rage looked a bit reckless.

In fact, all preparations had been made to ensure everything was in order, and the fact that all three monsters would die was even anticipated.

The current outcome is actually quite unexpected!

"There's still one alive?"

Gros Horned Rage's ram's horns gleamed dimly under the starlight from the dome. His brow furrowed slightly, and seemingly unconcerned by Leoric Tremor's tone, he pondered:

"Is the melody inevitable, or intentional?"

The number of Monster Mercenary summoned by the "Mercenary Hall" is limited; in other words, the number is fixed.

A new spot will only become available once Monster Mercenary dies.

Using the time difference between the death of the Doppelgänger and the death of the Monster Hanzo to infer the enemy's strength is a subtle method.

"According to the pre-set plan."

"Butler" Imlaris paused briefly before beginning to analyze the situation:

"The Doppelgänger and the Monster Hanzo died in succession within three breaths."

"This indicates that the pursuer's strength is above level 80, and their class characteristics are either Warrior or assassin. In addition, the Teleportation item carried by the Doppelgänger did not work."

"Among the pursuers—there should also be a Magic Caster!"

"Since sealing magic exists Central City various systems, it is currently impossible to analyze the magic system that the Magic Caster is proficient in."

"Currently, there is still one Monster Hanzo, who is not dead. He possesses another captured Elf Divine Scion, and there is also the possibility of pursuers."

They analyzed all the known intelligence in one go.

In conclusion.

"The mysterious protected land known as the [Six Great Gods] has been destroyed, and there is no possibility of using Game Gold to summon Divine Abode Monster Mercenary."

"Butler" Imlaris's tone turned serious as he cautiously arrived at his current conclusion. "I suspect that the human Theocracy possesses at least four Godkin above level 80."

This conclusion.

This caused a slight change in the expressions of Leoric Zhen and Gros Horned Rage.

However, the two clearly have different priorities.

"Huh?"

The heavy, fierce aura emanating from Leoric Zhen suddenly vanished, and he fell silent, his eyes half-closed.

"At least four awakened Godkin? The bloodline of mere low-level gods can actually awaken so many."

"The great God-King of Toyotomi should have possessed far greater power and had far more offspring!"

This moment.

Leoric Zhen's once steel-like muscles deflated and slumped down like a punctured balloon.

This is not a sign of Power Weakening, but rather proof that you can freely and precisely control every muscle according to your emotions!

Only practitioners like [Monk], who have undergone countless trials, can achieve absolute control over themselves.

"Butler" Imlari lowered his head.

A disrespectful thought had just crossed his mind.

Or is the high temperature due to bathing habits?

Of the six low-level deities, only the one named [God of Death] is Undead and cannot have offspring; the other five low-level deities are all human beings.

And considering that two elven Elf Divine Scion with awakened bloodlines have already emerged on the Elf God-King's side...

Despair!

The wine glass rubs against the surface of the conference table.

"Trying to identify the enemy by using a few Monster Hanzo?"

Gros Horned Rage's eyes were icy as he gripped the wine saucer, downed the crimson liquid in one gulp, and muttered, "Ants beneath the clouds!"

Let me share my perspective.

The two shadow demons, along with a Monster Hanzo, are dead, but the only one left alive is a Monster Hanzo who has encountered Elf Divine Scion, clearly harboring an attitude of "exploration".

At this point!

Leoric Zhen and "Butler" Imlaris could also think of it, but they didn't discuss it.

Gros Horned Rage stemmed solely from the fact that his actions had been exploited by his opponent to test him in return.

As for concerns?

What a lame joke!

500 years.

[Floating City] has long since established its foundation in the eternal sky!

The Dragon Lords, who is known as the strongest Bathing Clan, is not a slaughtered reptile, but a group of hundreds and thousands of Bathing Clan members who are slaves!

Countless disasters and rebellions have had no effect on the [Floating City]. This mere trial by fire is like an ant trying to measure the height of an elephant.

Boom!

The drumhead struck.

"The divine residence of Fengshang!"

"Ah, the true Never-Setting Sun— "

Gros Horned Rage licked the bright red liquid from the corner of his mouth, let out a frenzied chant, and then looked at "Butler" Imlaris with a chilling tone:

"The Elf Divine Scion, I want him!"

"Those who step into the desert, die!"

Click!

"Butler" Imlaris bowed, straightening his back, placing his right hand on his left shoulder, and said politely, "Yes, Guardian."

Council State.

Deep within an underground palace.

Rigrit walked somewhat hurriedly into the depths of the underground. After leaving the Slane Theocracy, she kept using Teleportation magic to return.

Far away!

She had already seen that enormous body, radiating a faint Silver light, which calmed her fear.

This time she didn't deliberately hide it, so the moment she entered the palace, the Platinum Dragon Lord naturally noticed.

"What's wrong, old friend?"

The gentle voice of the Platinum Dragon Lord echoed throughout the spacious hall.

"Eight..

Rigrit's voice trembled slightly, and the words barely escaped her throat before she managed to utter, "The Eight Greed Kings!"

In the blink of an eye.

A terrifying aura, as Berserk and unfathomable as the deep sea, instantly filled the entire hall.

"Could you tell me in detail what you saw, old friend?" The Platinum Dragon Lord turned around and spoke seriously.

The terrifying aura vanished in an instant!

Like a bubble, it seemed to have never existed from beginning to end.

Rigrit thought she was imagining things, but no, she used her intuition to tell that it was clearly not an illusion.

"It's truly an extraordinary discovery."

Rigrit's gaze shifted, and she watched as the Platinum Dragon Lord spoke in a self-deprecating tone:

"So many years have passed, yet I still feel a deep fear when facing them."

"Fear?"

The Platinum Dragon Lord's amber-colored vertical pupils were deep. "Faced with groups of evil and the filth that pollute the world, fear is normal, old friend."

Rigrit sighed and recounted in great detail everything she had seen Council State.

When I heard...

After the female Godkin who had annihilated the Platinum Armor were captured, the Platinum Dragon Lord's calm emotions were stirred once again.