Breaking the Game

"However, with only you alone, you shouldn't have had the nerve to be so bold as to defraud the teams from every Shrine.

There had to be a sufficiently powerful backer behind you for you to dare act so recklessly.

Besides, if the person behind you was Purgatory, then after harming so many Shrine teams, they should have gone a step further and established a Purgatory teleportation gate. Yet there had still been no movement at all.

So it seemed the person behind you wasn't Purgatory. Interesting. Someone actually dared to scheme against the Shrines." Chris casually analyzed.

One-Horn's entire body jolted. Though it was only a matter of time before she was exposed, he had reached a conclusion so close to the truth in such a short time.

Without question, the speed of the other party's thinking also far exceeded her expectations. After all, only ten minutes had passed since the battle began.

"The reason you didn't kill me was also to lure out the person behind me?" One-Horn suddenly realized and asked in a low voice.

"Of course. Otherwise, did you think this was still a thousand years ago? The main plane is more stable than ever now, allowing us to wield more power—and greater power." Chris Carton revealed an honest smile.

"Besides, I also want to see with my own eyes what kind of being can make a Purgatory Legend serve them."

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his head and looked toward the slope behind One-Horn.

A tall figure in white armor, wearing a vicious spiked helmet and holding a staff, was slowly walking down the slope.

The figure stood over two meters tall. Even through the armor, one could sense the strength of his muscles and the toughness of his sinews—both nearly absurd.

Neither fast