The dark-red sun hung overhead. On the flat summit of Molten Mountain, Edli Dewin slowly rose to his feet, a battered claymore in hand. At over three meters tall, he was an imposing sight. To say nothing of the full-body armor he wore. Though worn and decayed, it seemed almost fused with Edli Dewin, and the pitted armor appeared to have become his skin.
Edli Dewin was indeed not a true king. He had never sat on the throne, not even for a moment, yet in the hearts of Tarren's people, he was the First King.
The Kingdom of Tarren had nearly a hundred million people. One should not underestimate these ordinary folk. Over the course of several centuries, the thoughts of Tarren's people had unknowingly formed an energy similar to the power of faith, which ultimately fed back to Edli Dewin in a special way.
This was a situation that made many gods envious. Under the influence of this force of will, Edli Dewin had become a king without a crown. Though he had never been to Tarren, his blood had always protected it, passed down through the Tarren Royal Family from generation to generation by means that were almost cruel.
Only the strong were worthy of inheriting royal blood. That was Tarren's tradition. Only the strongest could become the First King.
Edli Dewin himself knew none of this, nor could he have known. In the eyes beneath his helm, there was no emotion beyond a dark red glow like flame.
The Apostle Eye floated behind Su Xiao. He urgently needed information on his enemy, but the pressure rushing toward him... was a little too strong.
Comparing both sides' Intelligence Attributes... Comparison complete. Our Intelligence Attribute is 1.038 times the enemy's. Only 58% of the enemy's data has been