After leaving the cave, and after slaying 10 more monsters, Sun Fei leveled up when the golden liquid he had accumulated in his body reached 80 drops.
Under the influence of the golden pillar of light descending from the sky, the newly accumulated 80 drops of golden liquid transformed into a warm current like river water, merging into every cell of his body, limbs, bones, and internal organs. His strength increased dramatically once again. Sun Fei added the 5 newly acquired [attribute points] to [strength attribute], while temporarily retaining the 1 [skill point].
Four hours later.
Sun Fei acted with incredible speed, having already completed the first five story missions in the Nightmare Difficulty world's first act map, [ Den of Evil ], [ Kill Blood Raven ], and [ Rescue Cain Rogue Encampment, and his Barbarian character's level had also been raised to Nightmare Difficulty level 16.
The character's [Strength] attribute has been increased to 110 points, making its attack power more than six times stronger than when it was a level 99 Barbarian.
At this point, the Zongheng power of [ Barbarian Mode ] has finally advanced to the Moon Class, and has reached the sixth stage of the Mid-Tier New Moon Class in the real world.
With the game time drawing to a close, Sun Fei's carnage ended on the second basement level of the [ Tamoe Highlands ] monastery in the Rogue Continent. After some thought, His Majesty the King decided not to continue to slay Andariel, the final boss of the first act on the Slaughtering Nun Nightmare Difficulty, but instead opened Teleport and returned to the real world.
The night was dark, the darkest hour before dawn.
His King's close attendant Fernando Torres, remained at the outer hall of the main hall of the Twin Flag City.
Normally, this time of night was the best time for His Majesty the King's most trusted and capable assistant to diligently cultivate Wind-Element Dou Qi and improve his own strength. After undergoing the [ Hulk Dou Qi ] transformation, like many others, Torres unprecedented energy. Sometimes, he could even stay up all night to cultivate Dou Qi and still be full of energy the next day.
But today, Torres found it difficult to concentrate on practicing his martial arts.
The series of events that occurred during the day left many feeling as if a heavy stone was pressing on their hearts. In particular, the serious injury and coma of the future Queen Angela left many of the generals of Chambord City feeling resentful, wishing they could rush out of Twin Flag City and slaughter the opposing army.
However, they could also see that the red-robed man in Ajax's ranks was far too powerful. Even their revered King might not be a match for him. The generals wished they could rush into the enemy camp and die with that King Alexander. They were all ashamed that they could not help their king when he was in trouble.
Torres is one of them.
He had always been by His King's side and knew King Majesty's personality very well, so he naturally knew what kind of anger His King was suppressing.
"Damn it... what should I do to help the King solve his current predicament?" Torres pounded his head, feeling somewhat frustrated. He knew he was too weak to help, but he was still anxious and unable to concentrate on tempering and cultivating his Dou Qi.
The vast night was dark, and the scattered lights inside and outside the city only accentuated the darkness of the land.
All was quiet.
Only the sound of the wind, swirling the sand grains, echoed like the surging waves of the sea.
After a long while, Torres sighed, his heart filled with worry for the unconscious queen and the King facing difficulties. Just as he was about to force himself to suppress his mind and practice his Dou Qi, he suddenly sensed something, his mind jolted, and he turned to look at the enemy tower and main hall behind him.
A powerful aura emanated from the main hall.
The sheer power of this force almost made Torres prostrate himself in worship. His eyes widened in utter horror. "This is... so powerful... Resist! This familiar yet strange aura... it seems to be the power fluctuations of King Alexander, but it's completely different. Who... is this? What's going on?"
The attendant was extremely surprised and abruptly stood up, ready to enter the main hall of the watchtower to see what was going on.
Only His King was in the hall, but the aura emanating from this power was distinctly different from that of His Majesty the King.
Torres was unable to enter the main hall.
Because wave after wave of silvery fluctuations came from the depths of the hall, like a raging storm, even with Torres's current strength, which was close to Six-Star Class, he was pushed back step by step by this wave of energy. Even with his best efforts, he was unable to enter the hall.
In an instant, a powerful and wild aura, with unparalleled force, radiated outwards in all directions from the main hall of the enemy tower.
The next moment, a series of unexpected changes occurred--
The sky above the West Gate, which was originally shrouded in the darkness of night, suddenly seemed to be sensing something in the dark. The wind and clouds gathered and swirled, forming a huge vortex of clouds that could almost cover the vast Gobi Desert.
It was as if a pair of divine or demonic hands were stirring everything up.
The sheer power of the cataclysmic change in the heavens and earth sent shivers down everyone's spines.
Immediately afterwards, strands of silvery-white light slowly emanated from the main hall of the watchtower, illuminating the entire world in the darkness once more.
Just as people began to notice this strange phenomenon and felt uneasy, suddenly, another change occurred. A dazzling, silvery-white pillar of light broke through the obstruction of the enemy tower and the main hall, soaring into the sky like a majestic and eternal pillar supporting the heavens and earth. It then plunged into the very center of the enormous vortex of fortune in the sky, releasing boundless brilliance.
Between heaven and earth, only silver and white existed.
The vast and surging power fluctuations, centered on the silvery-white pillar of light, became calm and rippled outwards like water.
This scene was like a deity descending to earth.
Its authority is inviolable.
Its divine might is beyond compare.
The silent Ajax camp.
The red-robed man [ Snow Mountain Hermit ], who was recuperating in the large tent, suddenly opened his eyes, his expression changing drastically.
A thought struck him, and his eyes blazed with crimson light, dazzling like two peerless Sharp Sword, piercing through the tent's fabric as he looked toward Twin Flag City. The shock he felt was beyond words.
"This is... a change in the heavens and earth! Someone has successfully advanced to the Moon Class? Such a powerful fluctuation in the heavens and earth! Who could it be? To step into the Moon Class ranks and possess such power is simply astonishing! Even those transcendent experts who are now Great Sun-Rank Venerable didn't cause such a phenomenon when they advanced to the Moon Class? Could it be..."
Could it be King of Chambord Alexander?!
[ Snow Mountain Hermit ] thought of this name almost instantly.
Although he had a completely overwhelming advantage in the daytime battle, the young man's tenacious fighting spirit and combat power far exceeding that of Nine-Star Class Peak left an indelible impression on him.
It must be him, it can only be him!
"As expected, his accumulated strength has finally paid off. He was able to leapfrog levels even at the Star Class, defying the Moon Class expert. Such accumulation is chilling. Now that he's advanced to the Moon Class, I wonder how powerful he will become? He's truly a terrifying young man. It's a pity that today's battle has sown seeds of hatred; I fear the consequences will be endless!"
[ The Snow Mountain Hermit ] withdrew his gaze. Inside the dark tent, his eyes returned to their normal color, but they still gleamed with a sharp light, and it was unclear what he was thinking.
"Huh? This aura? Hahaha, good, very good, kid, you've finally broken through?"
In the Twin Flag City, on the plaza beneath a rather inconspicuous hundred-meter-tall magic tower, a figure who had been quietly meditating in a corner opened his eyes in the darkness, a mysterious smile appearing on his face.
A silvery-white light shone from the distant western gate tower, illuminating the magic tower and clearly outlining the figure that wasn't particularly tall. Long eyebrows and slightly sagging skin told people that he was quite old. A broom and dustpan were placed beside him.
He was still wearing a low-grade magic robe, tattered and covered in grime, clearly having not been repaired or cleaned for a long time.
Judging from appearances, he was just a low-level magic apprentice who was responsible for cleaning up the trash around the magic tower.
But this person was clearly more than just a magic apprentice.
Although his aura could only be sensed within half a meter, the magical elemental power within that half-meter was vast and unpredictable, extremely powerful.
"Hahaha, excellent! King of Chambord Alexander, haha, I didn't misjudge you. I didn't expect you to break through so quickly. Good, good, now my plan will be even more feasible."
The mysterious figure smiled with delight, then closed its eyes and began to meditate.
Streams of almost imperceptible yellowish-brown light flickered on and off his body, but only within half a meter. Beyond that half a meter, there was not the slightest magical fluctuation. This was an extremely terrifying form of magical control.
In the vast desert.
"Hahaha, Arthur, did you see that silvery-white pillar of light? What a powerful aura! This world will soon have another righteous warrior capable of slaying these two evil demon kings."
On a towering sand dune less than three miles from Twin Flag City.
A cold wind howled, yet a middle-aged man dressed in a plain magical robe, his two sword-like eyebrows slanting upwards to his temples, exuding an air of authority without anger, held an oversized wine flask in both hands. He uttered a single sentence and began to gulp down the wine like a whale. Golden nectar spilled onto his beard and robe, instantly filling the surroundings with a refreshing and enchanting aroma, dreamlike and ethereal. Clearly, it was an exquisite wine, its fragrance detectable from afar. Just inhaling a single breath of its aroma was enough to make one feel intoxicated and refreshed.
Second update.