Nameless King

Chapter 772 The Way To The Tree

In Lands of the Gods, many events were happening every minute. Some were important like the awakening of one of the Progenitors of the Pillars, or quite insignificant like battles between two men or monsters.

At that time, Wain was heading toward a massive tree, using the power of a Light Racer. The golden beam crossed hundreds of meters, gradually approaching the tree.

From time to time, Wain was attacked by monsters that were as strong as Monkey, but Wain did not waste time on them since they could not catch up with him anyway. He fought Monkey to see what the power of Abyss Artist was capable of, so there was no need for other opponents.

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"Damn... That tree is actually very far away. It will take him at least an hour to get there." Code of Light and Darkness muttered with a worried look.

"Well, that's not surprising, although I could get there in ten minutes, no, seven would be enough for me." Light Racer said with a confident look as he crossed his arms.

"Hah, you've always been more confident in your speed than anything else..." Blind Sorcerer chuckled while shaking his head, "What a pity he can't use all our powers, though in that case even his body was torn apart."

While Wain running, the forms were talking to each other, Wain could not hear them as then he would have many questions to which he could not yet have answers.

The only one who was silent was the Abyss Artist. He just stared at the dark gate with a pensive look. Several spirits flew beside him as his gaze gradually grew deeper.

"Gladius..." Abyss Artist muttered as he turned to the others, "Come here. I need to talk to you. We all need this."

At that moment, everyone's eyes became deadly serious as if they were all thinking the same thing.

Whooooooooooosh.

A dark stream of wind appeared next to the massive soul as a tall, muscular man emerged from the darkness. Gladius' aura was now much stronger than before, as it was comparable to one of form.

"It's been a while, hasn't it?" Abyss Artist said with a slight smile on his face.

"Yeah... It's good to see you. Even though it's been more than five hundred years, I remember everything as though it happened yesterday." Gladius grinned as he nodded.

"It's good that you're okay." The Abyss Artist smiled, then he took a step forward and his gaze became as sharp as deadly blades, "Wain is heading for the last shard... You understand what could happen, right?"

"Yes." Gladius nodded in a serious manner, "You think I'm being hasty?"

The Abyss Artist glanced at the gate that held back the eerie dark chains and said, "No... but we must be prepared for it since there is a small chance that a surge of this energy will be enough."

"Sure. I don't feel like there's any serious threat near my shard. I was wrong last time, but now... I can see everything clearly..." Gladius muttered as his eyes sparkled.

Whooooooooosh.

Gladius' gaze flickered forward, crossing dozens of kilometers in an instant. It reached the tree, and rushed toward its summit, directly toward the shard.

The shard was in the body of a massive monster that slept on top of the tree. The shard constantly transmitted energy to the monster, making it stronger.

"Fourth Chronicle... Fine, that's it. Although, my shard couldn't interest a Fifth Chronicle creature in Lands of the Gods." Gladius said in a slow voice.

"Fine. In that case, Wain will easily get the shard and become much stronger. That way he can reach the Fifth Chronicle faster." The Abyss Artist muttered with a thoughtful look.

All forms nodded as silence fell. All that went according to plan as Abyss Artist absolutely trusted Gladius and had complete confidence in their abilities, but something still bothered him.

'What a strange feeling...Wain is very strong now, also all of us here as well as Gladius, but for some reason, I distinctly sense danger... but I can't understand where it is coming from. Is that monster that strong...? Nah... it's impossible... then maybe I'm worrying too much?' Abyss Artist inwardly muttered while looking at the chains around the gate.

The chains trembled slightly from time to time as though they were ready to break at any moment, but they needed a powerful momentum to do so.

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Crackle.

Space shattered as on the tall stone cliff, three persons appeared with incredibly powerful auras. It was Lands of the Gods, but it was very far away, almost on the edge and next to another powerful space.

"Well, well... It's been so many years, but nothing has changed here." Sven said with a sly smile on his face.

"Damn... This place brings back memories... Not the best..." Marlis muttered as goosebumps ran down her body.

"Hahaha, we did a lot of crazy things back then! Although, if we hadn't, the Arkans probably would have taken over the world by now. It's a good thing we figured out which side to take in time." Osvald laughed as his laughter shook the air around him.

Ahead, among hundreds of tall stone pillars and several massive mountains was a very old structure, but from it still emanated a strange, majestic aura, not inferior to the one exuded by Sven.

It was an old castle, nearly ruined by the battles in which it was involved and the time that like corrosion was slowly destroying away at the stone.

"Huh, five hundred years ago there were so many battles fought here. Though it wasn't the main battlefield, it was the main stage for us." Sven grinned as he stepped forward.

The space beside him distorted as if it didn't want to prevent him from passing, then they found themselves in the main square of the castle.

There was nothing here but ruined walls and a massive broken stone altar with a few drops of long-dried dark blood on it.

Sven looked down as if he could see through the walls and said, "Let's check out what's in there before someone else gets here."