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Chapter 480 - 156: The Day the Divinity Falls

Chapter 480: Chapter 156: The Day the Divinity Falls

A red flame transformed into a giant holding a huge sword appeared at the top of the clock tower, letting out a roar that could cover the sound of the storm. The giant sword slashed down with the momentum to destroy everything.

Qiu Wentian directly used his strongest attack, Northern Ocean Ship-Slicer!

A pure and violent physical attack, capable of cutting through warships.

"Clang!"

Like the God of Longevity cutting his own birthday cake, the huge sword directly sliced away half of the clock tower.

The ancient building turned into meaningless debris and wood chips in mid-air, falling with the rain. The splashing water seemed to bury the ancient glory.

The giant clock at the top of the tower fell from the sky, its heartbreaking final sound echoing as it hit the ground.

The king stood unharmed amidst the ruins, while Qiu Wentian’s figure disappeared. It was unclear whether he was buried beneath the debris or had hidden himself again.

The king was not lying. Even with a weakened strength, he was still the most powerful magician in this world.

During his centuries of guarding the mystery, he had become an existence beyond the understanding of other magicians.

Qiu Wentian’s strongest attack was easily avoided by him.

But in the next second, his left arm began to blacken and decay. His situation was very bad.

The Archer’s Effect was active on his body, and the heroic spirits of the Heroic Spirit Hall were beginning to stir.

It was too unfavorable for him to engage in a battle with others under these circumstances.

This also made him somewhat puzzled, recalling this Seven Kings War, where exactly had something gone wrong.

After stealing the identity of the Assassin Contractor, he ordered him to fight the Archer? This should not be a problem, as it was a good thing for him no matter who won or lost.

He let the Assassin contact the Berserker and Caster to besiege the other heroic spirits? No, that was not a problem either, as it directly led to the conflicts between them.

Why did the measures he left on Yami not trigger in front of the Sword Rank himself?

Why didn’t the drunkard issue orders to kill the remaining heroic spirits after summoning the Lancer, as agreed? Was it because of that Divinity? But why would this Lancer have such Divinity?

Why didn’t this plan achieve the desired effect?

"Why is this happening?" he wondered. Since the sixth round, he had been using his identity as a king to lay plans for the counterfeiters to consume themselves.

Both magicians and counterfeit heroic spirits were like chess pieces in his hands.

The victories they had already achieved could not remain in this world. Likewise, he had also achieved victory.

Was it this Carmen Rodia?

No, it couldn’t be. Among the previous kings, there were many with extraordinary talents, meticulous minds, and fierce fighters. Their methods had been ineffective against him. The repeated ends of the Seven Kings War represented their failures.

How could Carmen Rodia, a puppet used by the family to peek into the mysteries, push him to such a situation?

Could there be any undiscovered forces influencing him?

"Your defeat was predetermined because it’s not just us who are going against you." A sneering voice came from a building nearby, "It’s the champions of the past, it’s the previous kings! It’s the inevitable result of hundreds of years of competition!"

That’s right. Just by relying on a single generation of heroic spirits, they wouldn’t be able to reach this point.

Before entering the task, they couldn’t know the truth of the events. Otherwise, they would be discovered in advance.

Ignorant of the situation, the provoked conflicts would intensify the entire battlefield.

Even if someone knew it was a conspiracy, they would be powerless to turn things around.

The previous champions had been extremely suffocated, and the previous kings even more regretful.

The clues left by the previous king when playing against them and the intelligence explored by the champions were the main reasons for pushing him into desperate situations.

The blue flames on Li Changhe’s body were extinguished by the storm, but he didn’t care. He said, "This is what everyone wants!"

"Ridiculous, you mere counterfeiters, do you think your victory is certain?" The white hair looked sparse and miserable in the torrential rain, his eyes were cloudy and his body was aging. His will showed no signs of wavering.

"Counterfeiters, huh? Well, after all, the genuine heroic spirits are still suppressed and unable to emerge. I guess, in some way, we are substitutes for the heroic spirits." Li Changhe glanced at the [Archer Heroic Spirit] in his [Player Panel]. "We have been fighting these counterfeit Seven Kings Wars on behalf of the heroic spirits who were supposed to appear but couldn’t. The mechanism of this world is really amazing... Becoming a king allows you to peek into the mysteries, and eventually develop divinity? How should I address you then? Divine creature? Or... the Fifth Generation King?"

The king’s expression wavered slightly, then he said indifferently, "Finding out my identity is of no use. I am already beyond the understanding of you counterfeiters. Do you want to challenge the divine instead of facing the same old endings?"

"It’s too unsightly. At this moment, do you still want to incite us to kill each other? You were once a king and the protagonist of that era. Now, however, you’ve become a coward, who’s hesitant to fight and is about to face the end. It’s sad."

"So, you intend to fight against the divine?" The king’s eyes flickered, calculating how to break free from his predicament.

"A god?" Li Changhe laughed at his decaying arm. With a flicker of spatial distortions in his hand, he took out the [Necromantic Sheepskin Paper].

This guy had paid quite a price to take Qiu Wentian’s sword.

And until now, he hadn’t taken the initiative to attack, still trying to incite the [Players] to fight.

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It just proved that he dared not or could not make a move.

That was to be expected since many people were dealing with him right now.

Since that was the case, seize the opportunity and use the strongest means to defeat him thoroughly!

What a pity that Big Lead was cracked; otherwise, I’d really like to try what kind of improvement can be gained from killing a divine creature with Big Lead.

"He’s about to escape!"

Qiu Wentian, who had hidden in the shadows waiting for an opportunity to strike, suddenly sensed something and quickly said, "The Lancer is suppressing his divinity. Once he leaves a certain range, he’ll be free to act!"

Before he finished speaking, the king did as she said, and a pillar of black mud surged from under his feet, turning into a black column and rushing into the distance.

By the time the last word fell, he was already a hundred meters away.

At the same time, the [Necromantic Sheepskin Paper] was activated!

A huge six-pointed star array emerged in the rainy night, and endless might descended with it. The storm sweeping over the city ceased for a moment.

Li Changhe felt someone grab his right hand, and a delicate touch passed through his fingers and palms.

Blue armor covered his right arm, and a strangely shaped two-handed sword appeared in his hand.

This was... the Demon God · Bain’s Demon Armor!

"Holder skill? Is he an official?" Qiu Wentian’s expression changed as she prepared to chase after the king.

But now, even with the Holder’s skill, how could he attack the distant king?

Then, Li Changhe saw the spatial ripple in his left hand and took out the Abyssal Whisper mechanized bow.

With the sword as an arrow, the arrow was nocked.

"If he’s a god, then today is the day to shoot down a god!"