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Chapter 1037: Named [No.1] (Part Two)

"Huh? Could it be that Your Majesty has other things to do here?" Entus was surprised, and other orc masters also looked at Fei in confusion.

"When I battled the fierce beasts in the [Metal Desert], I got inspired, and I'm about to breakthrough. Right now, I'm stuck at the threshold, and I want to stay in the [Metal Desert] and train. Battling the fierce beasts is a great training method, and it might help me breakthrough. You guys can go back first and handle the business in your tribe. You can talk it out and see if you want to move back to the Azeroth Continent. I believe that after I achieve my breakthrough, behemoth orcs will have made the decision. Then, we can plan out the next step. Chambord is willing to help in whatever way we can!" Fei explained.

"Oh, I see. That is good then. We won't disturb Your Majesty anymore. Let's meet again at the City of Behemoth in three days."

As if he understood something, Entus didn't ask more questions and left with the orc masters.

Fei smiled and said farewell to everyone.

After Fei confirmed that the orc masters all left by scanning the area with his insane spirit energy, he didn't start executing his plan right away.

Instead, he went back to the [Metal Desert], switched to his Druid character, and continued to kill fierce beasts to absorb the mystical energy and increase his Druid's strength.

Fei wasn't lying to the orc masters. His Druid character was at the verge of a breakthrough, and he needed a large volume of mystical energy to elevate his realm.

At noon on the second day, streaks of terrifying energy suddenly appeared in the [Metal Desert]; it felt like a god had descended.

The fierce beasts in the desert sensed the pressure and were terrified, and they whined as their limbs shivered. As if it was the end of the world, these beasts were all anxious and fearful.

Outside the [Metal Desert], Pope Entus who had just returned to the City of Behemoth seemed to have sensed something, and he looked back in the direction of the [Metal Desert] with a smile. He thought to himself, "Alexander finally took this step? Great, we are one step closer to the plan. I don't have much time in this world. I hope I can perfectly complete my mission. Alexander, don't disappoint me!"

-In the [Metal Desert]-

Fei slowly walked out of the tornadoes with joy on his face.

"My Druid's Demi-God Realm is finally stabilized. The realm power of the Druid is actually this…"

The king slowly got to the edge of the Vicious Swamp.

After thinking for a moment in peace, Fei took out a set of black armor from his storage ring and placed it beside him.

"Greetings, the supreme and honorable king! Alexander Your Majesty! Your humble servant Basturk is pleased to see you. Your Majesty, what can I do for you?"

This set of black armor kneeled on all fours and greeted Fei while flattering him.

This terrified creature was Dark Demonic Armor Basturk. After being taken apart thousands of times by Cain, Akara, and their apprentices, this being was scared and didn't dare to do anything without permission.

Also, the king planted a spirit energy seal in its mind.

Right now, Basturk was moving in the direction of Flatterer Oleg. It abandoned the honor and dignity of a demi-godly being, and it was getting even better at flattering people compared to Oleg.

"Stand aside and guard me. I have something important to do." Fei told the Dark Demonic Armor to get up.

"As you wish, my great and honorable master. Your servant is willing to complete all your requests." The Dark Demonic Armor stood up respectfully and bowed before patrolling the area and keeping guard.

Fei was pleased, and he nodded as he took out a mystical gold war puppet and that silver crystal.

Chapter 1037: Named [No.1] (Part Three)

On this trip to the [Banished Land], Fei took 500 mystical gold war puppets with him. Elena had 100 with her, and the king kept the rest of these mystical gold war puppets on him.

Right now, he took one out to test his hypothesis.

Although he wasn't as great at magic arrays compared to Cain and Akara, he still could be counted as a grandmaster in this field.

The king was very knowledgeable about the complicated magic arrays inside the mystical gold war puppets. In a flash, this mystical gold war puppet that was comparable to a Sun-Class Lord was taken apart, turning into hundreds of pieces.

It wasn't an exaggeration to say that these mystical gold war puppets were the most advanced magic weapons in this world. Both Cain and Akara's understanding of magic was one era ahead of people on the Azeroth Continent, and they invested a ton of time and energy into the mystical gold war puppets.

The back of each component was engraved with dense magic paths and patterns, looking like the most complex circuit diagram. Every magic path was necessary, and their functions couldn't be taken away. Since they were engraved onto the components with godly runes, they couldn't be damaged.

Right now, powerful energy flashed and surged in the magic paths, looking scary and mighty.

Fei switched to his Barbarian character and used the [Anti-Mage Realm], temporarily getting rid of the magic energy in the magic arrays. Then, he started to alter and change the magic paths on some components one by one.

This process looked simple, but it was complex in reality, like finding a streak of data in a database manually. Fei only finished this task after spending about four hours on it.

The king wiped the sweat off his forehead. Even though his spirit energy was on another level, he felt depleted after using a ton of his spirit energy.

Then, he closed his eyes and slowly recovered his spirit energy. He only started to place these components together after he was well-rested.

In about 20 minutes, every component except for the belly of this mystical gold war puppet was placed together. From the surface, it looked the same. The mystical gold war puppet that was about two meters tall had a metallic glare, and it looked vicious and powerful. Although it wasn't initiated and activated, it brought people a shocking image and terrifying pressure.

Fei took out that silver crystal and released a streak of spirit energy wave. "What do you think? Are you pleased with this new body?"

"This… is it really for me?" The soul inside the silver crystal shook violently as it asked in disbelief, "I can tell that the toughness of this material is far beyond my imagination. If I have such a body, I don't have to worry about others taking my body. Hahaha! No one can break it!"

"Damn, you lack ambition. You should kill anyone who still dares to bully you instead of hiding inside your shell like a turtle."

After Fei teased the silver crystal, he opened his other hand, and streaks of silver light appeared in his hand as spirit energy flashed. Like a tree spout that was quickly growing, it soon formed a 3D magic array symbol.

"This is a master-servant soul contract. Once we sign this contract, you will become a warrior under my command. Even if you become a supreme god, you can never betray me. Otherwise, your soul will instantly disintegrate and disappear. Therefore, you must think this through. Do you really want to sign this contract and surrender your freedom for this invincible body?" Fei said in all seriousness as he looked at the silver crystal.

Chapter 1037: Named [No.1] (Part Four)

The king didn't want to lie and fool this crystal, so he explained everything clearly.

This silver spiritual energy magic array came from the mysterious purple scroll, and it contained an unimaginable restrictive force. Once the contract was signed by both parties, no one could break it other than Fei himself.

"Of course!" the soul inside the silver crystal responded with a series of spirit energy fluctuations, "What is freedom? Since my birth until now, thousands of years have passed, and I enjoyed the highest degree of freedom. However, what did freedom bring me? I only know that things are relative. To get what I want, I must sacrifice something. To our clan, power and dignity are more important than freedom."

This time, it was Fei's turn to be stunned. After a pause, he replied with a smile, "Alright. I'm surprised that you are quite a philosopher. Let's sign this contract then."

Fei placed the silver crystal inside the patterns of the 3D spirit energy magic array, and a series of faint-silver spirit energy fluctuations appeared from the crystal and merged into the magic array. In the end, the two became one; it was impossible to tell them apart.

"Ok," Fei said with a nod, "From now on, you will be called… No.1."

After saying that, the king placed the silver crystal in the core of the pre-arranged magic array in the component for the belly of the mystical gold war puppet. As soon as the silver crystal was inlaid, streaks of gentle silver flames quickly merged into every single magic path on the inside of the armor. Then, the entire grand magic array started to operate as a whole at a slow pace until everything was completely integrated.

Fei heaved a sigh of relief and placed this component back into the mystical gold war puppet.

"[No.1], try to get used to your new body. See if you can control it."

"Yes, honorable master." A streak of cheerful spirit energy wave dashed out of the mystical gold war puppet.

Then, under Fei's nervous stare, a series of metal-grinding noises sounded as the components rubbed against each other, and this mystical gold war puppet slowly took its first step. After this mystical gold war puppet's first step firmly landed on the ground, it slowly walked forward.

"Great! A success!" Fei was thrilled.

Boom!

However, in the next second, the mystical gold war puppet that walked forward for about three steps smashed onto the ground, creating a big crater.

"What is going on?" Fei was extremely nervous.

"Master, I… I… I'm not used to the weight of this new body. I… probably need about ten minutes or so to get used to it." A series of shy spirit energy waves dashed out of the mystical gold war puppet.

Fei laughed self-mockingly after a short pause, and he thought to himself, "Yeah, I'm too impatient. Anyone who got a new body must get used to it. No one can run around right away."

On the side, Dark Demonic Armor Basturk froze after seeing this.

He was the product of a demonic god of Hell, so he knew that no mortal could create life. However, his great and noble master used this method that no one else thought about to create a mystical gold war puppet that had intelligence and great combat strength.

This mystical gold war puppet wasn't inferior compared to Basturk, and the Dark Demonic Armor sensed a little bit of danger. He was afraid that after [No.1] got used to its body, Fei would abandon him since he wouldn't be of much value.

This guy was already thinking about how to flatter the king and show the king his true value.

Chapter 1038: Only One Sword (Part One)

[TL Note: This chapter and the next chapter are both 2-in-1 chapters, so they are all 4 parts.]

On the other side, after about ten minutes, the silver crystal finally got used to the mystical gold war puppet.

He could already make all kinds of poses and move in many ways like humans. He could run as fast as animals and casually jump up for ten meters. He could even mimic Fei's movements and practice a complete set of fist techniques. With one punch, a stone that weighed about four tons was turned into dust.

"Great! Haha! [No.1], your performance is great. What do you think of this new body? Are you satisfied?" Fei laughed after seeing this scene.

Boom! The mystical gold war puppet kneeled on all fours, mimicking Dark Demonic Armor Basturk's behavior. As all the metal components shivered in excitement, he said respectfully, "Great and honorable master! It is perfect! I feel unprecedentedly powerful! I can run and jump like those behemoth orcs. My fists can crush stones… Thank you, my great and honorable master! I admire you! [No.1] will serve you forever."

Dark Demonic Armor Basturk who was standing on the side felt like cursing as he thought, "Damn it! How come this [No.1]'s flattering skill is smoother than mine? His mimic ability is too strong! He is going to learn everything that I know! How can I hang around Master in the future?"

Fei froze for a second; he also discovered [No.1]'s super talent – mimic.

The soul inside this silver crystal had a photographic memory and insane mimic ability. He was able to observe Fei's fist technique once and practice it, and he learned how Dark Demonic Armor Basturk talked and behaved in front of Fei and instantly mimic them.

"It seems like I underestimated this silver crystal's ability," Fei thought to himself.

"Get up. [No.1], listen to me. The strength of your new body is beyond this. It contains insane magic power. I will explain to you all the functionalities of these magic arrays, and you need to memorize them. When you truly grasp the power of this new body, even those orc masters can't defeat you," Fei said with a smile.

Then, in detail, Fei told the silver crystal the activation method for each of the magic paths on the inside of the components and how to use them.

"Do you remember everything?" Fei asked after speaking for a long while.

"Great and honorable master, [No.1] remembers everything. However, from my initial estimate, I still need about one to two hours to get used to them," [No.1] said with some shame. He functioned like a supercomputer.

Fei nodded and said, "Ok, you can try to get used to it. I will wait for you for two hours."

Then, the king turned around and said to Dark Demonic Armor Basturk, "How about this? You can train [No.1]. You can tell him your combat techniques and battle style. I want you to train this mystical gold warrior into a powerful being like yourself."

The Dark Demonic Armor who had been unsettled heard this and suddenly felt very joyous.

After a moment of pause, he asked in surprise, "Master… I… you want me to train [No.1]?"

"What? You are not willing?" Fei didn't show this guy a good face.

"Ah? I'm willing! I'm willing! Your humble servant is willing to work for you, my great and honorable master," Basturk said in excitement, and his voice was even shaking a little.

Chapter 1038: Only One Sword (Part Two)

Fei nodded and said, "Ok, try your best. If you can excellently complete this task, you can train and lead the entire mystical gold war puppet legion."

"Yes. Ok, ok, ok. Hehe, my great and honorable master, just wait and see!" Dark Demonic Armor Basturk didn't think that the king valued him this much and gave him such an important task. He was so excited that he felt even happier now than when he was first instilled with life. Although he was forced to swear loyalty to Fei, he was now used to flattering others and working for Chambord.

Next, Basturk took [No.1] to the edge of [Metal Desert] to train in various ways.

Fei was doing this for a particular reason.

The Silver Crystal Clan was trapped inside the Vicious Swamp for thousands if not tens of thousands of years, and they didn't know anything about the world other than the encounters with the behemoth orcs. Mentally, they were like human children who were about ten years old where their perspective of the world was extremely malleable like a piece of white paper. Such a subordinate needed a proper coach to train them so that they could have top-tier combat force.

Fei didn't have time to do such things.

Although the Dark Demonic Armor wasn't too reliable and was a flatterer who lacked dignity, he was like an old fox and had top-tier techniques, battle wisdom, and combat strength. Also, he was at peak Burning Sun Realm and had a lot of life experience. In terms of strength and experience, he was a suitable trainer for [No.1].

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Soon, a series of explosions sounded from the side. Under Basturk's training, [No.1]'s progress was fast. Now, he could already slowly fly in the sky.

Fei nodded and went to the next step.

The king flew over to the sky above the Vicious Swamp and used his power to search for more than 20 silver crystals. Then, he returned to land with them and did the same process, threatening them first before luring them with new bodies. He signed master-servant contracts with the souls inside the silver crystals, and he took out 25 mystical gold war puppets before dissembling them into thousands of pieces. He did exactly what he did before and started to modify the magic arrays in them.

Without a doubt, this was a task that consumed his energy and brainpower.

Fortunately, he got smoother as he continued, and his speed increased a lot after a while.

When it was close to midnight, Fei heaved a long sigh out of fatigue. He finally finished all his work for now.

When he inlaid these 25 silver crystals that he signed master-servant contracts with into the mystical gold war puppets, Dark Demonic Armor Basturk and [No.1] walked over.

Seeing [No.1]'s light steps and the powerful aura around him, Fei knew that the initial training was completed.

"Hahaha! Your names will be [No.2], [No.3]… until [No. 26]. Try to hurry up and get used to your new bodies, Then, go train with this big black armor. [No.1], come over and practice with me. Let me see what level of strength you grasped."

"Yes, great and honorable master." The 25 mystical gold war puppets admired their master who gifted them such powerful bodies, and they all single-kneeled at the same time before walking away with Dark Demonic Armor Basturk to train.

"Master, please be careful."

Chapter 1038: Only One Sword (Part Three)

After bowing respectfully, [No.1] executed on Fei's order without hesitation. He used his full strength and battled Fei.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Explosions sounded above the Vicious Swamp, and the terrifying energy even tore space apart and connected with the void.

"Damn! Such combat strength is far beyond my estimates!" Fei used about 80 percent of the strength of his Barbarian character, and he barely broke even with [No.1].

This big guy didn't have the weaknesses that all other lifeforms had. His body was made with mystical gold, one of the hardest god-tier materials. Every component on his body was designed in the most scientific way, and he wouldn't be that injured even if a master on his level struck him with full force. The magic arrays on the inside of his body were engraved with godly runes, and the silver crystal that was the core of everything was extremely tough; it was impossible to shatter it from shaking.

[No.1] was like a monster that didn't have any weakness.

Except for all that, he also had the unparalleled self-recovery ability. Even if he were smashed into a piece of junk, he would slowly return to his peak after sufficient time passed.

At this moment, the core use of these silver crystals was showcased; it was also why Fei tried hard to inlay these silver crystals inside the mystical gold war puppets.

The mystical gold war puppets that Cain and Akara designed could only battle as programmed; there weren't any variations or changes. Therefore, the mystical gold war puppets could only unleash under half of their true strength. Once they encountered masters who saw through their weakness, they would be defeated and destroyed.

However, with the souls inside the silver crystals as the cores, these mystical gold war puppets truly came to life. They had the distinct characteristics of lifeforms, and their battle style was more intelligent.

The difference in strength between the two was night and day.

Most importantly, Fei also used the silver crystals' ability to absorb the energy in nature. Now, the mystical gold war puppets could absorb the energy that they required for battle. The silver crystals could absorb and store the energy like batteries when they were idling, and the energy could be released during battle.

As Fei and [No.1] battled, the king felt more and more battle-thirsty. He no longer suppressed his own power, and he fought [No.1] fist to fist without holding back at all.

This was the first time that Fei fought fist-to-fist directly after his Barbarian character reached the peak.

…

"What?"

"How is this possible?"

The sudden appearance of the mysterious master of Zenit and the abrupt death of Jeffrén shocked the other four masters of Barcelona.

When they woke up from the shock and anger, Jeffrén's body already turned into thick blood gel before exploding in the sky.

"Who are you? How dare you to kill people of Barcelona?"

Olazábal, one of the four remaining masters shouted in anger and fear.

This man who suddenly appeared was tall, and he looked solemn. His face was chiseled, and he carried a giant black sword. His long red hair fluttered in the nightly wind like a dancing fire, and he looked dashing and valiant in his black tight-fitting armor which was made from an unknown material.

He made others feel like they were facing a giant mountain, and the atmosphere got a little suffocating.

Chapter 1038: Only One Sword (Part Four)

"You aren't qualified to know my name," the red-haired tough man said coldly while emphasizing each word.

This sentence should sound arrogant, but it felt like a serious statement coming from this red-haired master who carried a black sword. He sounded cold, calm, and ethereal.

After saying that, this mysterious man turned around and said something to Second Prince Dominguez and Old Aryang, and the two commanders instantly backed off under the protection of their guards, continuing to give orders so that the troops of Zenit could retreat properly.

The troops of Zenit that had grown a little chaotic gradually went back to their controlled state.

Olazábal and the other three masters didn't want to fail the mission after getting so close to completing it, but they also didn't dare to make the wrong move.

The presence of this red-haired master was terrifying; he targeted and locked down the four of them, freezing them on the spot. It felt like if they moved for the slightest bit, this man's presence was going to rush over like a landslide and completely bury them.

"You… who are you? Why are you helping Zenitians?" Phista, one of the four masters of Barcelona, asked again.

The response to his question was a simple sword strike.

It seemed like this red-haired master wasn't interested in saying anything. He pulled out the giant black sword on his back with an overhand grip, and his sword struck over lightly.

There wasn't any fancy energy flames, shocking presences, or space-tearing energy waves. However, the four masters of Barcelona's expressions instantly changed. This casual strike made them feel an indescribable level of danger; they all felt like that sword was coming for them.

"No!"

"Use your full force! Quick!"

"Combat technique… Green Wind Energy Strike!"

"Godly Sword!"

The four masters shouted and reminded each other. They were all peak Full Moon Elites, and they had the nickname 'Little Lords' in the military of Barcelona.

However, they all sensed deadly danger from this sword, and they unleashed their full power under fear and shock. The warrior energy flames burned around them as they used their most powerful combat techniques. By using offense as defense, they tried their best to fight for the chance of survival!

In the dark night, it seemed like four radiant suns rose into the sky, lighting up the battlefield and making it look like daytime.

Crack! Crack!

However, these four people's powerful combat techniques were instantly shattered in front of the sword strike as if they were eggs that were smashed by an iron hammer.

Then, the terrifying, invisible sword energy crushed everything.

Before these four masters could react, the deadly sword energy tore their noble bodies into pieces, and white broken bones and heated red blood fell from the sky.

Four masters died under one strike!

The entire battlefield was instantly shocked by this terrifying strike!

"No…" In the battlefield of the two top-tier masters in the high sky, Pedro let out a series of angry roars, and he ignored Hazel Bank's attack and struck his fists toward the red-haired master on the ground.

The terrifying force fluttered this master's long red hair.

"Hahaha! Great!" This master wasn't afraid, and he struck out his sword.

"Hey, Frank, don't underestimate him. This kid from Barcelona is pretty strong." In the sky, Hazel Bank laughed and reminded.

This red-haired master was one of the 12 Guardians of Golden Saint Mountains of Chambord, Frank Lampard, the former No.1 Master of Chambord.

Chapter 1039: Zenitians' Victory (Part One)

Facing the destructive energy fist that was enveloped by flames, Lampard calmly struck out with his sword. His movement seemed slow, but when others saw the trajectory of his sword, they realized that it was only an afterimage.

While Lampard swung the sword, a series of subtle cracking noises sounded from the giant black sword. Many irregular lightning bolts flashed and engulfed the body of the sword.

Then, a silver lightning bolt that was eye-piercing and as thick as an arm dashed out of the tip of the sword and flew toward the meteor-like energy fist coming from Pedro.

Boom!

The two streaks of terrifying energies collided, and the world suddenly seemed quiet.

It felt like even time and space froze in this instant.

Just as people wondered why no terrifying energy waves appeared as they expected, the delayed explosions finally resonated throughout the area.

Then, the snake-like silver lightning bolts and the red flames collided with each other and filled the area, looking like beautiful yet dangerous fireworks.

The viewers' minds were still blanking out, and this shocked them to the core.

At this moment, many people thought that the world was ending.

The soldiers of Zenit and Barcelona who were battling on the ground felt like a powerful tornado blew over, and thousands of soldiers got blown into the air like straws. Then, these soldiers screamed as they fell from the sky.

The battle between top-tier masters finally affected the ordinary soldiers.

Many ordinary soldiers wouldn't forget this terrifying scene in their entire lifetime.

Under the strong repulsive force, Lampard backed off by four steps before getting his balance back. Also, green veins bulged on his arm as streaks of blood leaked out of his mouth.

In the sky, Pedro didn't seem like he was affected, but Hazel Bank who chased after him landed a punch onto him.

"Puff!" Pedro opened his mouth and puked up a mouthful of blood.

"Damn it!" Like a trapped beast, Pedro roared as he dashed away like a flash of lightning. Then, he raised his head and chugged down a mysterious potion, and all the injuries on his body quickly recovered.

Seeing that Lampard was fine, Hazel Bank heaved a sigh of relief and said like a bandit, "Haha! I forgot that you still have the great combat weapon that His Majesty gifted you. We can battle alongside each other and kill this demi-god of Barcelona!"

"Ok!" Lampard's response was simple.

Before he finished saying that word, he already dashed into the sky like a flash of lightning, and he struck out with his giant sword without any delicate techniques. However, the power contained in this strike was insane! Especially this black sword! It felt like this sword came back to life as a god, and it rumbled and unleashed a level of power comparable to that of a demi-god, shattering the nightly sky!

"How is this possible?" Pedro's pupils contracted as he thought, "This red-haired man only showed the strength of a mid-tier Rising Sun Lord, and he had trouble handling my punch. How come he is able to unleash a level of power that is threatening to me?"

In the next moment, Pedro's eyes landed on the giant black sword, and he suddenly understood something.

"It is a semi-god-tier weapon! A sword-shaped semi-god-tier combat weapon? Who is this red-haired man? How come he has such a treasure?" Pedro was surprised. After all, semi-god-tier combat weapons weren't like cabbage that could be seen everywhere on the street. Even in the Barcelona Empire, only a few influential figures had such weapons. Although Pedro was a powerful figure in the younger generation in the military, he didn't have such a weapon.

After the initial shock, Pedro started to think about the situation.

"Haha! I'm just lacking a weapon. Since you are here to offer it to me, I will take it! Haha!" Pedro shouted as he dashed forward instead of backing off. The energy flames that engulfed his body rushed toward Lampard like the giant waves of an ocean.

Chapter 1039: Zenitians' Victory (Part Two)

"Damn! You sure know how to bluff! Kid, Granddaddy will chop your head off to let the bandits of Barcelona know that Zenitians won't be bullied!" Afraid that Lampard would be injured or killed, Hazel Bank instantly moved and fought Pedro two-versus-one.

The intense battle was re-initiated.

Lampard had a huge secret; his increase in strength was insane! Out of all gold saints of Chambord, his strength increased the fastest, and he was now a Rising Sun Lord. His giant black sword was a combat weapon that Fei got from the Last Ancestral Place of the dwarfs. After being corroded by the power of time, it dropped to level 8.

In the last while, Lampard had been nurturing this weapon with his core energy, and this weapon increased in level and became a semi-god-tier combat weapon. With the help and empowerment of this sword, Lampard could rival a demi-god.

On the other hand, Hazel Bank was an experienced master from an older generation, and Fei taught him many things using the Necromancer character. Right now, Hazel Bank was at peak Burning Sun Realm, and one of his feet was already in the Demi-God Realm.

These two masters of Chambord quickly obtained the advantage in this battle against Pedro.

"Hey! Little Guy, you seem weak! Haha! Granddaddy will kill you today and make Barcelona feel excruciating pain for three days!" After spending time with Fei for a long while, Hazel Bank was influenced by the king's 'bad taste'. Therefore, he talked like a hooligan and tried to distract his opponent.

"Hmph! Do you really think that you can win this battle because you have the numbers advantage? You underestimate the strength of a level 9 empire!"

Pedro couldn't bear it anymore. As if he made a tough decision, he suddenly snorted and dashed out of the battlefield. Then, he raised his head and took a mysterious potion.

In the next moment, something mystical occurred.

Pedro's warrior energy suddenly skyrocketed, and the red energy flames that were blazing around him suddenly turned black as if it was stained by ink. It looked terrifying, and his strength increased by many times.

When Pedro punched out, a portion of the sky collapsed.

"Damn it! Despicable! You took drugs?" Hazel Bank quickly backed off and dodged.

In a flash, the tables had been turned. Now, Hazel Bank and Lampard were suppressed.

"Damn it! I didn't expect this kid to have such a hidden card! I need to use my secret…"

Hazel Bank knew that he couldn't drag this on anymore. His hands grasped in thin air, and the giant, strange-looking Death God Sickle appeared in his hands. He slashed out with an underhand grip, and space was torn apart!

Slash! It seemed like a huge crack appeared in space, leading to the void.

"Another semi-god-tier combat weapon?" Pedro was shocked again.

Hazel Bank's strength was terrifying to begin with, and he now was using a semi-god-tier combat weapon and battling alongside Lampard.

At this moment, this outstanding graduate of La Masia Royal Military Academy knew that the scale of victory was tilting to the other side. If this battle dragged on, he was going to die here!

Pedro was a decisive man. After taking one of Lampard's lightning strikes, he dashed back and took out a magic scroll before opening it in the wind.

A green pillar of light that was sealed inside the scroll shot out.

This magic scroll sealed a level of strength that didn't belong to humans.

After using this magic scroll to send Lampard flying, Pedro didn't dare to fight back. This was his last card, and he flashed away, trying to escape from the battle.

However, at this moment, a sharp blade energy shot through the sky.

By the time Pedro noticed this, the blade energy was already behind his back. Since this strike was insanely fast, Pedro didn't have time to dodge. In this split second, he could only slightly turn his body, and half of his back felt cold.

Chapter 1039: Zenitians' Victory (Part Three)

Tink! A green jade pendant that Pedro carried shattered, and he used this opportunity to dash out by more than 1,000 meters.

"Want to run? It is too late! Stay here!" Hazel Bank laughed, and the Death God Sickle in his hand drew out many mysterious arcs. After successfully striking, Hazel Bank followed Pedro like a bloodthirsty worm. The blade energies connected with each other and formed a dense net. The net blinked and wrapped around Pedro.

The Undead Mage was feeling frustrated. His strike landed on his opponent, but he couldn't chop this master of Barcelona in half. It seemed like his opponent had a magic item with him, and this magic item could stop him being killed.

Right now, Pedro was in a complete disadvantage. The chilliness he felt on his back already turned into pain. He knew that he was severely injured and had to be healed, but he had to restore his stamina since his opponents were tightly chasing after him.

After about a dozen seconds, bean-sized sweat drops appeared on Pedro's forehead.

This man had battled around the continent for tens of years, and this was his first time facing such a dangerous situation. The cold death touch of the Grim Reaper already grabbed his throat.

"AHHHH! Damn it! How come the situation turned to this? What should I do? If this net of blade energies last more than 30 seconds, I can't hold on…" Pedro shouted like a madman with a vicious expression, and desperation already appeared in his eyes.

However, a sense of joy suddenly overtook him. His opponents' sharp and tight-knit net of blade energies suddenly revealed a clear weak spot.

"Opportunity!" Pedro who was on the verge of death saw this, and his eyes lit up.

Right now, this man didn't even have time to think if this weak spot was a trap that his opponents set up. He tried his best and dashed forward, igniting his core energy. Then, he turned into a streak of fast light, and he merged into the void and disappeared.

Under the threat of death, this proud general of Barcelona ditched close to 50,000 soldiers and his honor and dignity as the head commander, escaping alone in the end.

"Damn it! My body as a mage is too weak! I have to admit that I'm too weak in terms of close-range combat." Undead Mage Hazel Bank shook his head in pity. He squeezed this set of Death Sickle Technique from Dark Demonic Armor Basturk, and it was fierce and powerful, perfectly fitted for this giant Death God Sickle.

Unfortunately, Hazel Bank was a mage, and his close-range combat ability was weaker. When he used this sickle technique for a prolonged period of time, he didn't have enough stamina to continue, and weakness was shown.

For a supreme master like Pedro, that split-second weakness was enough for him to escape 10,000 times.

"Too bad that I can't use my undead magic. Otherwise, I would have killed that kid already." Hazel Bank shook his head powerlessly.

Although the Holy Church was challenged, and people's religious belief wasn't as strict as before, undead magic was still a forbidden subject for humans.

Hazel Bank couldn't use his true strength. Otherwise, his battle with Pedro wouldn't last that long, and he wouldn't need to partner up with Lampard.

"I wonder how Lampard is doing?" Thinking of Lampard, Hazel Bank got nervous and quickly turned around to look since that red-haired, middle-aged handsome man was knocked away by the sealed power in a magic scroll.

"Don't worry; I'm ok." At this moment, a calm voice sounded by the Undead Mage's side.

"Damn it! You can't just appear beside me without making a sound! It is scary!" Hazel Bank shrugged and dashed down like a bomb as he laughed, "Haha! Since even their head commander escaped, we can kill these enemies and make Barcelona taste the flavor of tears!"

The Undead Mage turned into a streak of light, and he flew close to the ground. Wherever he went, the Barcelonan soldiers exploded like fireworks. They died before they could scream.

These ordinary soldiers could never block the attack of a peak Burning Sun Lord.

Even though some Barcelonan soldiers had warrior energies, they couldn't last a second under Hazel Bank's strike.

Chapter 1039: Zenitians' Victory (Part Four)

Seeing the devastating scene, Lampard hesitated for a moment and didn't stop the Undead Mage.

According to the tradition of war on Azeroth, supreme masters shouldn't kill ordinary soldiers. However, since Barcelonans invaded Zenit, they followed the annihilation policy in the southern region of Zenit. They killed many citizens of Zenit, including white-haired seniors and young children, and they burned down cities and towns. They were like demons in human skin. Towards this type of opponents who already broke all the rules of war, sympathy shouldn't be granted.

In fact, this was why the Undead Mage attacked.

Without the backing of a supreme master, the fate of this Barcelonan troop was set in stone.

Second Prince Dominguez and Old Aryang didn't order the troops of Zenit to counterattack. Instead, they focused on the orderly retreat.

This battle lasted less than 30 minutes. The troops of Barcelona crumbled and collapsed. Like sandcastles that were destroyed by ocean waves, the ones who escaped soon disappeared from the plain like fish out of the net. Everything scared them, and they ran without stopping.

This was the first large-scale defeat that Barcelona suffered since the invasion of Zenit.

Some military officers and soldiers couldn't accept the fact that they lost to a level 1 empire; they felt like their belief in their empire collapsed, and they committed suicide. For these militarists, defeat wasn't acceptable, and it was equivalent to losing the pride as soldiers.

The other defeated soldiers escaped from the battlefield and only met the reinforcements of Barcelona after running for close to 500 kilometers.

"Hmph! What a joke! Didn't Pedro say that he has Catalonia Royal Bloodline, and doesn't he always feel superior and look down on us, the outsiders? What about now?" The head commander of the reinforcement sneered.

"It's said that Pedro ditched the troop and escaped…" someone said.

"Hmph! Although the head commander escaped, why didn't these soldiers battle to the death to protect the honor of the empire? How dare they retreat? Come! Kill all these defeated soldiers!" this command ordered with a gloomy expression, and demonic glints flashed in his eyes.

This man wasn't afraid of Pedro's prestige, and he was going to kill their own defeated soldiers.

"Mr. Alves, isn't this a bit…" Someone tried to dissuade him.

"I won't ever repeat my order!" Alves said in his cold voice as the murderous spirit appeared in his eyes.

"Yes, yes, yes." No one dared to go against this man.

This record could be seen in the history books in later eras.

[On that day, Barcelona's [Sea God's Spear] and [Hand of Execution] fought with the same number of enemies, but the troops of Zenit in the southern region somehow defeated both legions. Commander Pedro of [Sea God's Spear] was severely injured and disappeared, and Commander Alves of the reinforcement legion who had a hostile relationship with Pedro tried to redeem the honor of Barcelona by killing tens of thousands of defeated soldiers. Blood stained the land, and corpses piled up into mountains.]

However, Barcelona didn't slow down the pace of its invasion. The Imperial Military Headquarters of Zenit finally reacted and moved ten legions, which were comprised of 300,000 soldiers, into the Southern Region Battlefield. However, Emperor Yassin and Zenit's God of War Arshavin both didn't appear in the reinforcements.

To Zenitians, one victory wasn't enough to cancel out the danger that the empire was facing.

More terrifying battles awaited them.

On the continent, no one believed that the weak level 1 empire could last more than a month under the iron hooves of Barcelona. It seemed like the destruction of Zenit would be seen after a month.

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…

-Meanwhile, in the distant [Banished Land], at the Vicious Swamp-

Fei was enthralled by the creation of the first 100 mystical gold battle soul warriors.

"You did well." The king patted Basturk's shoulder in satisfaction, and the latter was extremely flattered and instantly kneeled. Fei shook his head helplessly and said, "Go and take [No.1] to [No.100] to execute on the plan. Before tomorrow's sunrise, bring back 20,000 silver crystals for me. You know what to do, right? Don't force the souls in these crystals. I want them to go back to the Azeroth Continent with me willingly."

"I understand, my great and honorable master! Don't worry!"

Although Basturk lacked dignity, he was very capable. Soon, he got a plan and went to the depths of the Vicious Swamp with the 100 powerful fighters.

Fei calculated the time and murmured, "It is about time to return to the City of Behemoth."

Chapter 1040: A Huge Change in the [Banished Land] (Part One)

[TL Note: This chapter is a 1.5-in-1 chapter, so there are three parts.]

After placing Dark Demonic Armor Basturk and the 100 mystical gold battle soul warriors in the Vicious Swamp, Fei left casually.

Since the king had spent about four days here, Elena and others were probably quite anxious.

Right now, the Behemoth Orc Tribe probably made the big decision already.

The Behemoth Orc Tribe had billions of members, so moving from the [Banished Land] to the Azeroth Continent by traveling through the Endless Sea of Forests was going to be a huge project. If only relying on the Ancient Path of Blood of Behemoth, it would take a long time. A year was almost a must. Therefore, Chambord's super-long-distance magic teleportation arrays might have to be used.

Besides, Pope Entus' life was coming to an end, and he might close his eyes and die at any moment. Therefore, Fei might have to plan out and help with this huge migration project.

There were so many things to do. The king felt like his head enlarged just thinking about it.

On this side, after the king left, Demon Demonic Armor Basturk heaved a sigh of relief.

After getting to the sky above the Vicious Swamp with the mystical gold battle soul warriors, he thought for a moment and said to [No.1], "Is there a way for you silver crystals to communicate with each other?"

"Of course. In the long and boring days in the Vicious Swamp, except for thinking about the meaning of life, we spend most of our time bluffing and talking nonsense." The Silver Crystal Clan's memories and mimic ability were insane. After spending two days today, [No.1] had turned from a pure child who was like a piece of white paper into a hooligan who had no dignity and talked nonsense.

After hearing Basturk's question, [No.1] laughed and replied, "We communicate with each other frequently."

"Great. Then, it means that you know these silver crystals in the lake, right? Now, go and show your peers your powerful strength and sturdy bodies! Haha! Make sure that they are jealous and envious! Then, clearly explain to them that if they want to be like you and get such powerful strength and tough bodies, they should swear loyalty to our great and honorable Master Alexander. When we leave this poor and deserted [Banished Land], they can become as powerful as you."

Dark Demonic Armor Basturk was indeed a demon from Hell; his words were filled with seduction that was hard to resist.

"Sir, don't worry. We will complete Master's order!"

[No.1] replied and dashed into the water with his other 99 peers. Like a kid who scored 100 on a test, he couldn't wait to show his great strength to his peers in the water.

While swimming, he released spirit energy waves and connected with his peers.

Soon, many messy spirit energy waves suddenly appeared in the calm and peaceful Vicious Swamp; it felt like many swallows were chitchatting with each other.

"Where did these monsters come from? Why do I find them familiar?"

"Strange. How come these monsters know the spirit energy language of our Crystal Clan?"

"Ah! I recognize them! One of them is Dex's spirit energy! Wasn't he captured by that monster who came with behemoth orcs? How come he looks like this now?"

"God! Their bodies are comparable to behemoth orcs! They have four limbs, a head, streamlined bodies… oh! It is perfect! Only if we can have bodies like those as well!"

Chapter 1040: A Huge Change in the [Banished Land] (Part Two)

The silver crystals who had their new bodies taken away were hiding in the mud at the bottom of the lake, and they responded after sensing the familiar spirit energy wave that [No.1] sent out.

These crystals couldn't move, but they could see what was going on around them using their spirit energy. When [No.1] and other 99 mystical gold battle soul warriors replied to their questions and explained to these silver crystals what had happened to them, these silver crystals began murmuring and couldn't hold back their excitement.

"I want bodies like these!"

"Dex, you guys are so fortunate! Please take me with you! I'm willing to swear loyalty to the great and honorable Master Alexander!"

"Sob, is the God of Fate finally favoring our clan that has been bullied for ages? Are our fates going to change? That King Alexander must be a godly envoy sent by the God of Crystals! He is here to change our situation!"

"Our entire clan is willing to swear loyalty to Master Alexander! Please take us with you!"

Without needing any persuasion or convincing, these silver crystals were all moved after seeing their former peers show immense strength, the ability to fly in the sky and drill into the ground, and the indestructible bodies.

These crystals had never imagined that a weak clan like them, where the members couldn't even talk to each other normally, suddenly got such an opportunity to get so strong! [No.1] to [No.100] were the best pieces of evidence, more convincing than any words. All silver crystals lost the ability to resist after seeing all this.

"First, I must warn you." In an unprecedentedly serious tone, [No.1] reminded his peers, "If you want all this, you must give up on things. First, you need to sign the master-servant contracts with the great and honorable Master Alexander. Then, you will be able to get powerful and tough bodies. If you want to obtain strength without surrendering anything, you don't have to think about it. I don't want to see any of us in the Silver Crystal Clan breaking agreements and betraying Master Alexander. If anyone dares to do that, I, [No.1], will chase you down and kill you!"

"That is right. You must think this through carefully!" The other 99 mystical gold battle soul warriors reminded their peers in all seriousness.

…

Fei made new discoveries on the way back.

Only about four days had passed, but the number of fierce beasts in the [Metal Desert] increased, and the size of the desert enlarged as well, stretching out for more than 200 kilometers.

Due to the sudden deterioration of their living environment, some clans in the Behemoth Orc Tribe that lived by the edge of the desert had to evacuate, leaving the homes where their clans lived for centuries.

While Fei flew back toward the City of Behemoth, he saw millions of orcs running away from the [Metal Desert]. They were dispirited and now homeless, and they slowly migrated under the protection of powerful clans with lost expressions on their faces.

For orcs, this was tragic and pressing.

The [Banished Land] was beyond poor. Most of the orcs who lived on this land were hungry most of the time, especially the members of bronze-tier and iron-tier clans. They didn't have strong combat abilities, and they could only survive using some unique innate abilities. Most of them farmed like humans, and everything that this land could produce was discovered and used by the orcs.

Chapter 1040: A Huge Change in the [Banished Land] (Part Three)

Once the orcs left their homeland, it was equivalent to leaving the foundation of their survival.

They might not be moving into a land of plentiful resources but endless death and famine.

More tragically, fierce beasts frequently ran out of the [Metal Desert], attacking the poor orcs. The threat of death always hovered above these orcs.

When Fei returned to the City of Behemoth, he was surprised to find that this giant city that was fancy and grand was engulfed in an anxious atmosphere.

No one was in the busy Mahjong shop, basketball courts, or soccer fields, and the shops close to the streets were shut down while a few orcs hastily walked on the wide streets.

Some orcs even packed up and got ready to leave with their families.

Especially in the western zone of the city, Fei saw many collapsed godly palaces, godly statues, and buildings. It seemed like this city just went through a war that destroyed everything.

"What happened?" Fei quickly asked when he saw Elena and others who were on the square of the Beast God Palace.

"More than a dozen tragedies struck the [Banished Land], and many behemoth orcs have died."

Elena and others heaved sighs of relief when they saw the king returning safely. Before they could explain everything to Fei, Great Priest Nash walked out of a tent and saw Fei's return, and he hurried over with a joyous expression and said, "Your Majesty, you have finally returned. Quick! Quick! Quick! Entus His Holiness has been waiting for you for a whole day! I was just about to go back to the Vicious Swamp to find you! Come with me!"

Fei kissed the Valkyrie's forehead and said something to Torres and others. Then, he followed Great Priest Nash into Pope Entus' tent.

There were many orcs in the front palace inside the tent that should be empty. Even if there weren't 10,000 orcs, there were at least 8,000 of them. Except for the priests and shamans of the Beast God Palace and the chiefs and nobles of the ten king clans, there were many orcs who Fei had never seen before. Fei could roughly guess which clan they were from based on their features. These orcs were dressed in clothes that were considered premium on this land, and their presences were powerful. They must be the top-tier nobles and decision-makers of all the powerful clans in the tribe.

It seemed like important events did take place.

Fei's arrival attracted everyone's attention, and unstoppable chatter and discussion suddenly erupted in the quiet palace.

"Is he the human king who brought tragedy and ominous future to the [Banished Land]? We should quickly hang him! This is the only way that the great and almighty Beast God will forgive us and stop punishing his subjects." An orc of the Coyote Clan suddenly stood up and pointed at Fei before accusing him.

"Reckless! How dare you to be so rude to the honorable guest of the Beast God Palace?" Great Priest Nash's face changed color, and he instantly scolded this orc.

"Fool! Stop embarrassing yourself! Shut up and sit down!" Chief Woods of the Tiger Clan, one of the ten king clans, shouted; it sounded like a rumble of thunder.

That orc of the Coyote Clan instantly paled and quickly sat back down.

Fei slightly frowned.

It seemed like not every orc was friendly toward humans, and the Behemoth Orc Tribe was a little divided.

This wasn't a good sign.

Chapter 1041: The No.1 Struggle in 1,000 Years (Part One)

Fei didn't plan to argue with this orc of Coyote Clan. More precisely, he didn't feel like saying anything to this orc. They weren't on the same level in terms of status and strength, and trying to argue with him would only make the king look less classy.

Under the stares of these orcs who looked at him differently, Fei didn't feel uncomfortable nor stop walking. Together with Great Priest Nash, they walked into the back palace.

The two spoke while walking.

After hearing Nash's explanation, Fei finally figured out what happened in the last four days.

As the saying goes, demons and devils will appear when a nation is about to get chaotic, and natural tragedies and catastrophes will appear when the world is about to get chaotic.

The Behemoth Orc Tribe's decision to migrate back to the Azeroth Continent was the only decision that the top-tier nobles and other influential figures in the big clans had to make. The orcs at the bottom of the society mostly didn't know much about it.

However, in the last four days or so, several shocking and terrifying natural catastrophes struck the [Banished Land], and this forced orc nobles to bring this issue to the surface. Right now, migration was a hot topic.

In the last four days, terrifying earthquakes happened around more than 20 clans, and bottomless abysses appeared in the ground. Fire and lava gushed out from the depths of the abysses, and meteors fell from the sky.

All kinds of unimaginable natural catastrophes happened frequently in a span of a few days, causing the highest casualties in the history of Behemoth Orc Tribe in the last 1,000 years. More than one million orcs died in the last four days, and an iron-tier clan that didn't have many members was destroyed in a sudden landslide. This clan was the first clan to ever go extinct in the last 1,000 years.

At the same time, wild beasts began to get anxious and violent in some places, attacking many orc clans and causing many casualties. Even the beasts that the orcs had tamed so far started to get aggressive, and incidents where beasts attacked their masters occurred.

The worst news was the crops that had been growing well a few days ago suddenly all withered and died. Even though this land was poor, the orcs managed to get the crops to grow. But now, most of the orc clans were looking at the largest famine in the last 1,000 years.

In simple terms, behemoth orcs had never been so low before in the last 1,000 years.

If things weren't handled properly, even the king clans might go extinct.

At this moment, many orcs believed the ancient prophecy that every orc knew – Once 1,000 years passed, the [Banished Land] would no longer be inhabitable. The behemoth orcs' roots were still on the Azeroth Continent, so they must return.

Also, while the tribe was experiencing pain and tribulation, some bad rumors were passed around as well.

Just as that orc of Coyote Clan had said, some behemoth orcs believed that due to the appearance of Fei and other humans, they brought tragedy to the peaceful [Banished Land]. No one knew who started this, but some orcs thought that humans represented greed and destruction, and Fei and others' arrival stained the [Banished Land] and Beast God Rexxar. That was why the Beast God brought catastrophe to the Behemoth Orc Tribe, and the only way to end the tragedy was to kill these humans and sacrifice them to the Beast God.

Right now, the Beast God Palace had issued summon a summons, and more than 80 percent of the clan chiefs and decision-makers were gathered here to discuss this issue.

Those orcs in the front palace inside this tent were the representatives from almost all the clans.

The discussion had continued for more than a day, and it was still happening.

"What? Could it be that the behemoth orcs still haven't made the final decision?" Fei frowned and asked Great Priest Nash.

Nash smiled bitterly and said, "After all, the Behemoth Orc Tribe is made up of thousands of clans, and our tribe isn't a dictatorship, unlike human empires. We have to persuade each clan chief, and this couldn't be done in a few days. However, the ten king clans and most of the powerful silver-tier clans have reached the consensus on the issue, and they decided to migrate as fast as possible. Entus His Holiness is already very supportive of this. If everything is successful, we can start migrating in about half a year."

Chapter 1041: The No.1 Struggle in 1,000 Years (Part Two)

"Half a year?" Fei lowered his head and sighed. Half a year was still too slow.

While the two talked, they entered Pope Entus' back palace.

This place was still the same. There were many models of modern electronics as well as the wide tennis court, making Fei feel like he never left Earth. However, Pope Entus who was still energetic four days ago now looked old. His facial muscles loosened up and started to drip down, and wrinkles that looked to be carved out of blades were all over his face. His eyes now sat deeper into his eye sockets, and his eyes got a bit cloudy.

With grey hair on the two sides of his face, Entus sat on the couch in layers of leather coats as if he was ill, and it seemed like he had aged more than 40 years in just a few days.

"You… what happened?" Fei was shocked.

Entus waved his hand and signaled everyone in the palace to leave. When only Fei and Nash were left, Entus rubbed his forehead and smiled bitterly before saying, "Is it really strange? I remember telling you that my life is coming to an end. When everyone dies due to old age, aren't they all like this? If you came here two weeks later, I would have become a senior who had white hair, a few teeth, could only move slowly, and couldn't talk clearly."

"This… is there no other way?" Fei was anxious. Although he was mentally prepared, he was still unwilling to let this 'homie' go.

"Damn! If there is a way around this, do you think I would want to die?" Entus laughed and cussed. Then, he waved at Fei and told him to sit on the couch opposite to his. As if he was afraid of cold, Entus crawled deeper into the couch and said, "Ok, let's talk about the main issue. From the look of things, behemoth orcs have to migrate within two months. The transportation ability of the Ancient Path of Blood of Behemoth is limited. I heard that Chambord grasped the technology for super-long-distance teleportation arrays. I hope that you can help in this area."

"These aren't an issue. Even if you don't mention it, I will bring it up myself." Fei nodded.

"Yo, your attitude sure is proper! You have placed yourself in the new role already! Hehe, anyway, all these troubles are for you, the new pope, to handle. I won't waste my energy on them," Entus laughed self-mockingly before saying, "Oh, right. I already announced that I'm about to pass away. Therefore, the selection of a new pope is already on the schedule. It will be decided within the next ten days or so. Be prepared."

"What should I prepare? I'm not even an orc, so I'm not qualified."

Entus mentioned this once before, saying that Fei was going to be the next pope of the Beast God Palace. However, this didn't make any sense. Regardless of everything, there was no way that behemoth orcs would accept a human to represent the Beast God.

"As long as you are mentally prepared. Everything was decided 1,000 years ago, so nothing should go wrong. That existence had said that you will dictate the future of the orcs." Entus rested his chin on his hand as he laughed lightheartedly, "I don't care about that much. I'm about to die, so I should hurry up and sleep with a few more beautiful animal girls. My mind isn't on this issue. Everything will go according to schedule, and we can see what will happen."

Fei was at a loss for words.

Entus then pointed at Great Priest Nash of Fox Clan and said, "Stephen Nash is from my Fox Clan, and he is a talented priest and my most trusted assistant. He will plan the rest. I don't know when I'm going to die. If I die before the new pope is selected, you can trust him on all issues."

Entus sounded like Liu Bei who entrusted his sons to his subordinates before he died in Baidi Fortress according to Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

"Yuck! You are such a doomsayer! Don't jinx it!" Fei was feeling a little sad.

Although he had only known Entus for a few days, the king felt like he and Entus were friends for thousands of years due to their connections to Earth.

Fei really didn't want to lose this friend.

Chapter 1042: Rally Before the Migration (Part One)

"Damn it! I'm a doomsayer all my life; I can't help it." His Holiness felt powerless when talking about his excellent skill in doomsaying.

After a short pause, Entus thought of something and threw a black ring to Fei before saying, "Aren't you trying to figure out a way to condense divinity? We do have collections in this area, but you can't access the Martial Library of Behemoth with your current status. I found all the books and records in this area and put them in this ring. You can go and read them."

"Oh! Great! Thanks!" Fei was thrilled. This gift was quite heavy.

Due to the non-stop wars on Azeroth for 1,000 years and perhaps other reasons, humans on the continent had lost all records on condensing divinity. Many demi-gods who reached the peak of this realm were stuck there, unable to become true gods.

Fei was now at peak Demi-God Realm. If he could master a method of condensing divinity, he could reach the sky in one step and become a true god, dominating over others.

"Haha, you don't need to thank me.�� The smile on Entus' face was strange. "The stuff in the ring can last you about a year. Also, the methods in condensing divinity probably aren't simple. Otherwise, more beings would become gods instead of a small group."

Fei scanned the internal space of the storage ring and froze. Then, he stared at Entus in anger and said, "Damn it! You are a true doomsayer. Even if there aren't 1,000 books, there are at least 800. How long do I need to read through them all?"

…

In the afternoon, the Dark Demonic Armor quietly returned with the 100 mystical gold battle soul warriors and found the king who lived in a hotel beside the square. Of course, the top-tier orc masters detected the appearance of more than 100 peak Burning Sun Lords, but they couldn't say anything and were only shocked by the power of Fei's force.

Fei put down the book named [The Differences Between Mortal and Gods] that was more than 1,000 pages long and was written by an orc master. Then, he looked at the flattering Dark Demonic Armor and asked, "You completed the mission?"

"Great and honorable master, we have completed the mission. We have brought back 20,000 silver crystals as you ordered. All of them came with us willingly; we didn't force them. Also, the mystical gold battle soul warriors are as powerful as me," Basturk answered honestly.

"Eh, great." Fei was pleased and praised this flatterer who was recently promoted.

These 20,000 silver crystals were a huge amount of wealth! Except for equipping the current 5,000 mystical gold war puppets, Chambord could make more magic puppets and engrave magic arrays on them before placing these silver crystals inside. Although the new armor battle soul warriors might not be as powerful as the mystical gold battle soul warriors, they could stop millions of ordinary soldiers. Also, these silver crystals were tough and hard to break. Therefore, the armor battle soul warriors could be counted as renewable resources.

Once the plan was executed, Chambord would become the most powerful force on the continent for sure.

After thinking for a bit, Fei remembered the final plan that Pope Entus revealed to him. He called the Dark Demonic Armor over and whispered something.

"Master, don't worry! I'm great at these things!"

After hearing what Fei said, Basturk patted his chest and left with the 100 mystical gold battle soul warriors secretly.

"Damn! This b*stard is getting closer and closer to a real human!" Fei laughed and cussed before going back to reading all the books about becoming a god. Like a tadpole who was trying to find its mom in an ocean, Fei started to flip through all these books, trying to find the answer that he needed.

Chapter 1042: Rally Before the Migration (Part Two)

In the next few days, more and more natural catastrophes appeared, and they happened more frequently.

The entire Behemoth Orc Tribe fell into an unprecedentedly anxious and scared atmosphere.

Taking this opportunity, the ten gold-tier clans and the 41 silver-tier clans announced to the entire tribe that it was time to return to their ancient home on the Azeroth Continent where they lived 1,000 years ago. In their ancient home, there was beautiful scenery, green grass, milk, wheat, and honey.

At the same time, the supreme Pope Entus used his life energy as a sacrifice to Beast God Rexxar and tried to prophesize for the 250th time. Entus said that he got a response from the Beast God, and he interpreted it as the Beast God telling his subjects that they should return to the Azeroth Continent and redeem the honor that the Behemoth Orc Tribe had lost instead of staying at the poor [Banished Land] and grinding away their ambitions.

The current catastrophes and the beautiful ancient homeland in the prophecy formed a sharp contrast.

For orcs who were in pain, they had no choice. Without much resistance, all orc clans started to pack up and got ready for the mass migration back to their ancient homeland. They were all excited.

At this time, the news about the alliance between the Chambord Kingdom and Behemoth Orc Tribe was released.

After the initial shock and surprise, most orcs accepted this decision of the Beast God Palace.

After all, under the promotion of priests and shamans of the Beast God Palace, the orcs knew that humans were the rulers of the continent and had powerful strength, and King Alexander of Chambord was a human king who was compassionate, kind, noble, and chivalrous.

More importantly, no one knew who started it, but some rumors stated that the King of Chambord had one-tenth the Behemoth Orc Bloodline, and his ancestors were one of the ancient clans left on the continent.

A more shocking and exaggerated rumor stated that the mysterious King Alexander of Chambord was a descendant of the Golden Behemoth Clan which already went extinct, and he mastered the ancient abilities of the Behemoth Clan. Many members of the ten gold-tier clans had seen the King of Chambord transform into a werebear and a werewolf when battling fierce beasts in the [Metal Desert].

The re-emergence of the Behemoth Royal Bloodline was interpreted as a sign that Beast God Rexxar was finally showing empathy towards the orcs. The orcs at the bottom of the society who were confused and desperate suddenly calmed down as they became more faithful.

Of course, not every orc believed in this, but that was not important anymore.

While natural catastrophes appeared all over the [Banished Land], about 100 mysterious and powerful masters appeared and protected the poor orcs with their great power as if they were the answers that the orcs had been praying for.

On top of saving the orcs, these mysterious masters offered food and other resources, helping the orcs at the bottom to survive.

"We are warriors under the command of King Alexander! We are fighting for the behemoth orcs!"

This was the answer that these masters in gold armor would give when they were asked about their identities.

The leader of these masters, the super master in black armor, was genial toward the behemoth orcs, and he would shout motivating slogans like 'long live the friendship between the Chambord Kingdom and Behemoth Orc Tribe!' and 'May King Alexander His Majesty's grace bless the orcs!'

This master ignored his safety and was always on the frontline, saving as many orcs as possible.

Many orcs were touched by these masters' kindness, and King Alexander of Chambord's reputation skyrocketed among the behemoth orcs as time passed by.

Chapter 1043: Path to Becoming A God (1) (Part One)

For several days, Fei locked himself in the hotel and studied the ancient books that Entus gifted him.

The king's miraculous skill, [Learn], was extremely useful at this moment. With a photographic memory and the ability to read everything once and not forget, Fei read through all the books in the storage ring after spending three days and not sleeping.

Then, Fei organized all the ancient books and divided them into categories before placing them back into the ring.

After that, Fei slept on the bed with the Valkyrie in his arms, getting a good rest and temporarily ignoring everything that was happening.

On the fourth day, Dark Demonic Armor Basturk returned to the hotel and reported the results of their work to Fei, garnering the king's praises.

Then, Basturk returned to the frontline with the mystical gold battle soul warriors, rescuing orcs and working hard for the friendship between Chambord City and Behemoth Orc Tribe.

On the same day, the Beast God Palace sent four demi-gods to accompany Torres, and they set out on the long journey back to Chambord.

Right now, the migration of Behemoth Orc Tribe was pretty much set in stone, but Fei couldn't leave right now. Therefore, he had to send Torres back first.

Torres had to inform the arsenal of Chambord to increase the speed of its production and also further improve and modify the super-long-distance magic teleportation arrays.

The teleportation arrays had to be durable enough to be used in a bad environment such as the Endless Sea of Forests, and it had to be able to teleport the many orcs in the Behemoth Orc Tribe.

Of course, Chambord also had to prepare a ton of land for the orcs as their homeland after completing the migration.

Right now, the Chambord Kingdom's territory wasn't enough to host billions of orcs.

Fortunately, Fei thought ahead and already created plans. Except for clearing the trees in the Endless Sea of Forests within 5,000 kilometers of Chambord, he could wipe out all the undead creatures in the former Anji Empire. All Anjians had died in the Undead Creature Catastrophe, and the huge piece of land was unclaimed by any force. It could be used by orcs as a place of residence.

Aside from all this, Fei could request a piece of land from the Zenit Empire and use it as the legal territory of orcs.

Even the poorest land on the Azeroth Continent was more than 10,000 times richer compared to the [Banished Land].

Therefore, Fei believed that the orcs wouldn't have any objections to this setup.

Once the Behemoth Orc Tribe established itself in the Northern Region, it would be tied to the same boat as Chambord, and every human in the Northern Region would benefit from it in the Chaos Era.

After doing all this, Fei entered seclusive cultivation again; he had figured out how to become a true god.

…

After placing many defensive magic arrays around his bedroom, Fei ordered Pierce and Drogba to guard the area. Then, the king bathed and sat in the room as incense sticks burned, starting to try to advance in realms.

"If I want to become a true god, I need to first condense divinity. Condensing divinity is actually creating a godly realm, a small world that belongs to me. To do this, I need to inject the power of faith into my realm. Small world is just another term for realm…"

Fei recalled the information that he read and organized, and his mind gradually became clearer.

"Therefore, the first step is to sense the power of faith…"

The power of faith was the basic element in becoming a god; it was like the key.

People had to first grasp this key before they could get on the path to becoming a god.

The power of faith was a type of mystical energy. Anyone who had followers and people who believed in them could obtain the power of faith.

Chapter 1043: Path to Becoming A God (1) (Part Two)

In a sense, every master could harness the power of faith. After all, every master was admired and worshipped by some people.

In this world where people admired power, a master with terrible character and bad reputation would still have people treating him as an idol.

A unique technique was required to sense the power of faith.

It was a good thing that Fei obtained the answer in the ancient books.

Fei's spirit energy spread out mysteriously. As if it had melted, it permeated the area around Fei. The king didn't try to control or observe anything. According to the technique in the book, Fei released as much of his spirit energy as he could, and his soul seemed to have floated out of his body and ventured into the world on its own.

The entire world became silver in Fei's mind. This world was filled with white fog, and everything was monotone.

In this endless world filled with white mist, streaks of beige flames dashed towards Fei from all directions. These flames seemed dreamy and fantastic, and they carried intoxicating and mysterious power. On top of all that, it seemed like they ignored the limits of space and time and instantly got to Fei and engulfed him.

This sensation made Fei feel like he was back to the beginning of his birth, and he was inside his mom's womb with amniotic fluid all around him. This connate state was hard to describe.

"Is this the power of faith? But my power of faith is too much, no?" Fei was quite surprised.

According to the ancient records, most masters couldn't sense too much power of faith in the first try. They had to try to cultivate their believers like farmers planting crops. They could only harvest the power of faith after putting in hard work.

However, this was Fei's first time trying this, but he felt like the amount of power of faith that he had was as vast as the ocean.

For the first time, Fei learned that so many people in the world admired and worshipped him.

The massive amount of power of faith could be divided into several groups, and Fei thought for a moment and figured out their origins.

The biggest source should be from Chambord.

Now, Chambord was the biggest affiliated kingdom in the Zenit Empire, and it had more than one million citizens since the kingdom had powerful strength to keep the living environment stable and peaceful. Since Fei's foundation was firm in the kingdom, every citizen worshipped their king. Without exaggeration, Fei was the god in this kingdom. If Emperor Yassin's order was different from what Fei believed in, it would be hard to push it through Chambord.

Another big source of the power of faith came from the believers of [Black-Cloth Shrine].

Under Fei's support, the Chambord Kingdom, other regions in Zenit, and the Alania Empire all promoted [Black-Cloth Shrine] as the official religion. This shrine of the Holy Church that had fallen got revived, and it now had billions of followers. All the power of faith coming from these followers traveled through space and time and wrapped around Fei, the bishop of the shrine.

Some other streaks came from other places in the Zenit Empire and outside Northern Region of Azeroth.

As the Imperial Martial Saint, Fei had saved Zenit several times, so it wasn't strange that some Zenitians admired and worshipped him. However, Fei was surprised that streaks of power of faith came from other regions. Several streaks of power of faith that were the strongest came from the Western Region of Azeroth.

After thinking for a while, Fei figured that the civilians in these regions probably heard about him wiping out the Undead Creature Catastrophe in the Northern Region, and they couldn't help but admire the king.

In the next moment, a strange smile appeared on Fei's face; he discovered something strange.

Chapter 1044: Path to Becoming A God (2) (Part One)

Fei was surprised to find that a streak of weak power of faith that couldn't be ignored came from the Behemoth Orc Tribe. This power of faith was extremely pure and firm, joining other streaks of power of faith like a streak of green smoke and rushing toward Fei.

"Could it be that some orcs admire and worship me? It seems like this dirty Dark Demonic Armor Basturk has been doing a great job!"

This discovery was surprising.

Zhong Dajun, who was Pope Entus in this world, said that Fei was going to inherit the throne as the pope of the Beast God Palace, and the king thought that it was impossible. Now, it seemed like…

After seeing this massive amount of power of faith, Fei slowly started to gather this invisible energy.

The next step in the process was to inject all the power of faith into his realm, turning the realm into a world. This was a critical step in the process.

From the information that Fei read in the ancient books, the biggest difference between gods and mortals was that gods could control a world, and they dictated everything using the power of a world. Despite how powerful a mortal was, they relied on individual strength. That was why mortals couldn't defeat gods and couldn't learn the powerful skills of gods.

Turning a realm into a world was a tough process.

Like building a skyscraper by layering each brick, this process had to be taken slowly. By grasping the power of realm, the demi-gods had created the foundation. Next, they had to place down each brick and tile to build this giant building.

This was the path to becoming a god, and the tools and materials were the power of faith.

There were many methods of merging the power of faith into realms to turn them into small worlds step by step. These methods circulated around the world in the Mythical Era, and the books that Entus gave Fei recorded more than 20. They were all unique and fascinating in their own ways, and Fei selected one that seemed a bit more neutral after a moment of thinking.

The basic theory of turning a realm into a world was turning a point into a plane.

First, Fei would need to condense the power of faith into one point and affix it into his realm. As more and more points were secured in his realm, they could form structures and networks. From that point on, basic principles, laws of nature, and various forces would be created, and the model of a small world in its infancy would appear before Fei.

The model could only be turned into reality after tens of thousands of modifications, improvements, and refinement.

Of course, the actual methods of using the power of faith were fascinating and hard to describe.

Fei opened his [Anti-Mage Realm] as a barbarian, and he used the technique and started to construct the small world inside his realm.

In the beginning, it was smooth. It was easy to condense the power of faith and inject it into his realm. Fei had a massive amount of power of faith, so he had a natural advantage. In less than an hour, his realm was covered with the power of faith.

However, just as Fei was about to condense all the power of faith into a point, something unbelievable happened. All the power of faith that he placed inside his realm suddenly disappeared without warning. Like a cup of water that was poured into a desert, it disappeared without a trace.

"What happened?"

Fei instantly zoomed out of his state of epiphany and wondered, "How come that happened?"

All the ancient books that the king read never mentioned that such a strange thing would happen during the process of condensing the power of faith and transforming his realm.

Chapter 1044: Path to Becoming A God (2) (Part Two)

Those ancient books mentioned more than 1,000 issues, problems, and dilemmas that might occur during the process of becoming a god, but such a situation wasn't mentioned.

In the blink of an eye, all the power of faith disappeared. What was happening?

Fei calmed down and thought through every step that he had taken so far.

"There weren't any mistakes. The entire process was done according to the techniques and methods documented in the book. Nothing was done improperly. What is going on?" Fei thought for a long time and couldn't figure out why. Then, he decided to try again.

…

-One hour later-

"I still can't do it. What is going on? After the power of faith fills my realm, it suddenly disappears for some reason. This is too strange. It seems like something stole or robbed it. Where did I go wrong?"

Fei was extremely confused.

If this only happened once, it might be a coincidence. However, it happened twice in a row, so it meant that something was off.

Fei was sure that he either made a small mistake in the process, or something was unique about him. Those were the only two explanations for this strange situation that even the ancient books didn't document.

"Wait, the uniqueness of my body…" Fei suddenly thought of something. "Yeah, all my strength came from Diablo World; I didn't get my strength from cultivating like everyone else. Could it be that normal people's path to becoming a god isn't suitable for me?"

"It must be the reason!"

"I'm different from everyone else, so that is why I can't use this method to condense my divinity!"

"If this is the case, then the situation is even more troublesome…"

Fei frowned and thought, "It means that other people's experiences are useless to me. If I want to become a god, I need to figure it out myself. However, I don't have a single clue as to what to do."

Fei temporarily stopped sensing the power of faith and exited the mystical state of epiphany.

After thinking for a while, Fei felt like he had to start from Diablo World.

If he could figure out how he became a demi-god in Diablo World, then Fei would be sure that his answer to becoming a true god was also here.

It had been about a month since Fei last entered Diablo World.

Although Fei had passed Diablo World with all seven of his characters, this world didn't seem to change. It was still stained by the power of Hell.

At this moment, Fei appeared in the [Worldstone Chamber], the place where he killed the final boss, Baal.

The majestic and beautiful palace was empty and quiet; it felt like it was going to be this way for eternity.

Only the mysterious purple portal in the middle of the palace that was engulfed in energy flames added some flavor to this place that was meaningless to Fei.

For some reason, Fei walked to the purple portal that led to a mysterious world that seemed to be his prize for passing Diablo World with all seven of his characters.

The world behind the portal was beautiful and peaceful, and it was mysterious to Fei. It seemed useless to Fei at the moment.

Fei wasn't sure why, but he paused for a second before walking into the portal.

After the short moment of zero gravity and feeling the sensation of passing through a spatial and temporal tunnel, the scene before Fei brightened up.

Green mountains, clear water, and vibrant grass appeared before Fei.

This world was as beautiful and refreshing as the last time.

Just as Fei was about to be intoxicated in the beauty, the cold and mysterious voice which had disappeared for a long time sounded in Fei's mind without warning.

"Hello, Young Man. Now, we should have a good talk."

Chapter 1045: Path to Becoming A God (3) (Part One)

Fei treated this cold and mysterious voice as an NPC in Diablo World.

This voice had appeared in Diablo World many times and explained the rules of the world to Fei. In most cases, Fei could ask the question in his mind, and he would get a direct answer. Also, it would appear after Fei completed a quest and was getting the reward.

However, about a month ago, ever since Fei completed all the quests in Diablo World with all seven of his characters, this cold and mysterious voice disappeared. Regardless of how Fei tried to summon it, he got no response.

Surprisingly, this voice appeared out of the blue on its own, and it was quite proactive.

"Talk? Talk about what?" Fei asked subconsciously.

"Hahaha! Of course, the things that you want to know." This mysterious voice laughed for the first time as if it had switched to another person. It laughed and said, "Do you really not want to know the answers to all the questions on your mind?"

"Huh? Could it be that you are finally willing to talk?" Fei tried to calm himself down, and he asked, "I remember that when I asked you those questions, you never said anything."

"That is because you were too weak back then. Even if you knew everything, it was meaningless," the voice laughed and answered, "Now, you can be considered to be a master with your level of strength. Therefore, I will answer your questions now. There isn't much time left, and you should know some things."

"Ok." Fei now completely calmed down.

From what this mysterious voice said so far, Fei captured a ton of information. He thought for a moment, organized his thoughts, and asked the first question, "Tell me, who are you?"

"Hahaha! I knew that you were going to ask this question. I'm only an incomplete consciousness that lasted for 1,000 years. You can think of me as the obsession of a soul that had passed away. In not too long, I'm going to completely disappear. Therefore, treasure the time that we have together."

"Incomplete consciousness? Obsession from 1,000 years ago? Whose obsession?" Fei was curious.

"This… you will know everything in a little while. If I try to explain it now, it will take a long time."

"Alright, that is pretty much not an answer. Ok, onto the second question. What is Diablo World? What is going on with it? How come only I have this world? Why am I the only one who can kill monsters and level up in this world? Is this a game? Or it is something else?" Fei asked impatiently.

"Is this one question? It is like three or four," the voice in Fei's head sounded again, "Also, do you think that there is such a realistic game in your previous world that can also provide you with great strength? Haha! Of course, it is not a game! At least it isn't a boring game like the one in your previous life."

"Then, what is it?"

"It is a world, a real world. It is a world that the most powerful existences on Azeroth Continent worked together to create, and it only borrowed some of the concepts from that game in your previous world."

Fei froze at this answer, and a flash of lightning went off in his mind. He grasped onto this inspiration and said without thinking, "Could it be… a divine godly realm? A godly realm that combines the power of realm and the power of faith?"