Elf Ogre!

The Central Continent, the border between the Desert Empire and the elves.

The Emperor's suit was tattered and covered in blood. Before him stood an elven army clad in tree-shaped armor, arrayed in neat formation, stretching as far as the eye could see.

"Even if we could Borrowing Strength to Strike Back, this is asking too much of them..."

The Martial Emperor wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. It was impossible for a Third Order Sequence to match an entire army. Even if someone could do it, they would only be a few exceptional individuals.

Even if Thousand Throat were to face such an army, he would probably find it difficult to escape unscathed.

This is the upper limit of the third tier; no matter how strong you are, you can't turn the tide of battle by yourself alone. But the fourth tier is different.

A fourth-tier character can easily take on an entire army or a nation single-handedly, unless the opponent is a monster.

For example, a sequence like 004 with numerous fourth-order subordinates.

"At the third tier, this is the best we can do..."

The Emperor looked back at the army of the Desert Empire. Now, including the old, weak, sick and disabled, there were less than 200,000 men left.

"If I had known it would be like this, I wouldn't have agreed to your request in the first place..."

The Martial Emperor lowered his head and gave a bitter smile. Really, just thinking about that guy was enough to leave one speechless; he was always acting on a whim.

"You dragged me into the game without explanation, and then made me a part of the sequence to help you... Am I your babysitter?"

"That's true, after all, it's you. How could I possibly refuse? If you just ask, I wouldn't hesitate to die for you."

Emperor Wu pulled the spear from the corpse beside him and was about to act when a figure suddenly appeared beside him!

What?

Wow, so fast!

Bump!!

Before the Martial Emperor could react, he was kicked in the abdomen and sent flying backward!

She crashed heavily against the rock wall, blood gushing from her mouth and nose. She struggled to lift her head, and there was none other than Sandrius had knocked her away.

"God of Elves... has it been six hundred years already...?"

Empress Wu struggled to her feet, but Sandrius suddenly appeared in front of her and kicked her in the chest.

Boom!

"Ugh!"

Empress Wu let out a scream. Sandrius didn't use his hands, but only his feet to press her down, while a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

"I've heard that the Martial Emperor is incredibly powerful, able to face a fourth-tier opponent at the third tier, and can Borrowing Strength to Strike Back them, returning every attack she receives in full. She's practically invincible, and... contrary to the rumors, she's a woman."

"Is this all there is to it?"

Empress Wu gritted her teeth. She felt as if her body was falling apart, and even the slightest movement caused her excruciating pain.

In her current state, not to mention her reaction time, her speed is far behind Sandrius'.

"Peak of the fourth tier... that's terrifying," the Martial Emperor said weakly. "Even when I was at my peak, I would still be caught off guard by the same situation..."

After all, it's a difference of an entire major level.

Till Sandrius is different from Arthur and his companions before him; even Gawain of the Star Dependent cannot compare to him.

Previously, the Golden King had speculated that this guy was at most a mid-level fourth rank.

Unexpectedly, he actually reached the peak of the fourth tier after he entered the arena.

Is it because elves are a naturally gifted race? If he puts in a little more effort, could he even reach the fifth rank...?

This kind of unpretentious strength is the hardest to accept.

Sandrius looked regretful. "Really? I did have a token hope, but after thinking about it, I decided against it."

"After all, it's only at the third tier."

"So where did you hide the crown? Since you're going to die anyway, why not stop struggling and just ask for a peaceful end?"

The Empress closed her eyes. "That's right. As for the crown... I've hidden it in a place you'll never find..."

Sandrius frowned, and then the space in front of him suddenly distorted.

Then, an unidentified humanoid creature with pale skin and a blue gemstone embedded in its chest appeared before him.

"040?"

"So you're not dead?" Sandrius said, somewhat surprised.

The Golden King looked at Sandrius, "Give me some face and let her go."

Sandrius laughed. "Are you talking to me?"

The Golden King: "Then let me put it another way. How about we make a deal? I'll pay for her life, and you name the price."

Sandrius: "What if I want the crown?"

"I don't think this condition is excessive. Your country is finished, and your people are basically gone. Even if you can hide the crown forever, you will not escape the fate of death when the time comes."

Golden King: "Are you so confident you can beat me?"

Having said that, the aura of the Golden King erupted, Sandrius was stunned for a moment, feeling a tremor in his heart...

I might... die.

However, the Golden King was merely bluffing; even at the fifth rank, the wound on his chest could not heal.

He's just bluffing with the power of the Hogyoku; in reality, he's like a castle in the air.

Have you thought it through?

Sandrius raised his right foot. "I've made up my mind. I've decided... to kill her."

With that, Sandrius stomped down and crushed the Martial Emperor's head!

Pfft!

Blood splattered, Sandrius's lips curled into a mocking smile once more. "You've never given me any chance either."

"Isn't that so?"

"Seeing that I was weak, they relentlessly pursued me, sparing no effort to kill me, leaving no room for negotiation."

"What I saw then was a pack of hungry wild dogs, ready to pounce on me and devour me. You had suffocated me before, and now you want me to give her a breath of fresh air..."

"How is that possible?"

Seeing the Golden King's face gradually darken, Sandrius's smile deepened. "Why are you making that face?"

"For me, the meaning of this game has long since changed. My goal is not victory, not the crown, but simply to slaughter you Sequences."

"Otherwise, what do you think I'm striving to become stronger for?"

In the midst of the conversation, a portal suddenly appeared beneath the Martial Emperor's corpse.

Sandrius reacted immediately and pulled the Martial Emperor's body up, saying, "Isis has the ability to resurrect the dead. I've heard about it."

"You can't just take the body away like that. Don't worry, I'll devour it completely, leaving not even a bone."

Just then, a portal appeared, and another person walked out of it.

Kalen walked through the portal, a Golden Trident slung over her shoulder. "I mean, are you really that horrible? You don't even spare corpses?"

The Golden King: "He has gone mad."

Kalen: "I think so too."

Hearing their words, Sandrius's smile deepened. "Are you crazy?"

"In this world, who doesn't eat people? Besides, the heavens eat people, the earth eats people, and people eat people. Isn't that how it is? I'm just going with the flow."

"If I lose, I will become your food, which is only natural."

"So stop talking nonsense, come on, let's kill each other, devour each other, until we're both just bones!!"