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Chapter 78: Elephants never care about the ants under their feet

He had a small moustache, was serious and old-fashioned, had a resolute face, wore a formal suit, a cloak, and had very long toe shoes. His style was so old-fashioned that it was out of touch with the times.

Well, pretty much what I imagined.

Klein shook his head calmly, the smile on his face remained unchanged, and he continued to look directly at the king on the throne.

He thinks there is nothing to explain. It is not only a difference in status, but also a gap in thoughts and values.

But in the eyes of George III and the other Yanyan officials present, this was an undisguised provocation.

Klein slowly raised his right fist and aligned it with the figure on the throne.

Don't move, let me take a commemorative photo for everyone. You can come closer.

"No activities allowed here!"

An urgent shout was heard, and the strong underlying logic spread to the entire palace.

Substantial rules stop the air from flowing.

Drinker Augustus, the "Balancer", the former Duke of Southwell of the Kingdom of Loen, was a staunch supporter of George III's ascension to the throne.

There were a few silver hairs mixed in with his black hair, and his face still had the same arrogant expression as always.

But there was no effect at all. The rules around Klein were already shrouded in light.

The five fingers slowly opened, and the slender knuckles revealed the mysterious lines on the palm.

The towering Jianmu trees held up a bright sun, and the environment suddenly became much brighter.

Almost at the moment when the patterns were seen, the ears of everyone present were filled with the music of hymns of Holy, Holy.

George III's spirit was beating wildly, and the feeling of being stabbed in the back by a sword made him explode without hesitation.

"No attacks allowed here!"

"No eye contact allowed here!"

The rules of a Sequence One archangel, a powerful being who is half a step away from becoming a true god, instantly covered the entire field.

But still the same,
Except for Klein's body.

"boom!"

A faint white light flashed, and the regular collision caused the ground to instantly disappear and evaporate.

The huge palace was transformed into the most basic particles and blown away.

Except for the feet of Crane and George III, the entire palace was sunken with a layer of soil.

From the perspective of the others, the entire palace was blown away in an instant, leaving only the frightened and angry King and Klein, who was shining with holy light, anxiously confronting each other.

There's something weird, there's something weird!
George III looked at Klein, who was not injured at all, and his heart was filled with huge waves. His thoughts were surging, and countless conjectures were overturned and established in his mind.

Such power, such vast light that is completely different from the eternal blazing sun!
It was the god who awakened that day!

George III clenched his fists, not understanding how he had harmed the interests of this Outer God.

Didn’t He just awaken? Shouldn’t He lie dormant and recuperate slowly?
"Why did you come to assassinate me?"

The majestic, doubtful and angry questioning echoed in everyone's ears.

"The seven gods all agree that I will ascend the throne! If the Light needs anything, they can just sit down and talk slowly. Why did they create this situation?"

"If you just want faith, I can give it to you. If you want people, land, money, and resources, I can give them to you too!"

"If you have any more questions, just send someone to discuss it! Why did you overturn the table just because you disagreed with something?"

"You can't give us what we want."

Crane ruthlessly rejected George III's request, which made his face even darker.

Russell's resurrection conditions alone would make it impossible for George III to ascend to the throne of God.

Not to mention his attitude of treating civilians as straw, which made cooperation impossible.

"Your life is not much more noble than that of a 'pariah' as ​​you call him."

The cold words that came out of Klein's mouth not only shocked George III, but also made the nobles below sigh at the madness and disparity of the world.

"You are against me just for those untouchables!"

George III's face was distorted with an expression of disbelief.

This was an answer George III had never imagined and struck him as extremely absurd.

From the time he was born until now, the things he smashed were all luxury goods that ordinary people could not afford even if they saved their entire lives.

In his eyes, perhaps only the nobles could be considered his kind. As for the common people who struggled for survival every day, in his eyes they were just a series of numbers and cases in government affairs.

Without saying anything, the white light gathered and formed, and a huge beam of light rushed towards the throne. This was Lu Heng's favorite way of attack, regardless of any rule changes, time and space shifts, or historical fog.
Thousands of magical powers, hundreds of sequence abilities, a beam of light was thrown directly over to break it with force. Pure and vast power surged and exploded, and violent light exploded in an instant.

Big is strong! Strong is big!
The dazzling white light enveloped the vision of everyone present, and George III looked at the shock wave in horror.

His rules were pierced through by the beam of light with ease, and his illusory laws and regulations were dispersed.

The burning sensation made his hair stand on end.
The long-lost feeling of powerlessness and fear enveloped him again.

Is this the decision of fate? The goddess of fate is indeed a bitch.

It's just one step away! It's just one step away!

This step was ruthlessly cut off by Klein, and the stairs to the throne of god were pierced by the vast light.

A king has his own way of dying, how can he die as miserably as those untouchables?

The proud king opened his arms with disdain and embraced the judgment of light.

"Ok?"

George III had already closed his eyes, ready to face his death calmly.

But the death that had not yet come surprised him a little.

He opened his eyes and looked at the person who appeared beside him.

"It's Him!"

George III raised his eyebrows and a complicated expression appeared on his face.

The writer who plays with fate, the man behind the scenes who uses the world as a chessboard,
Strictly speaking, he is just a part of the writer's plan.

Klein looked at the figure gradually emerging beside George III with a dark face.
From virtual to real, it gradually takes shape.

He sat in a common theater auditorium, looking up from time to time to see what was happening on the scene and making corrections on paper.

He was dressed simply and modestly, most notably in a simple white robe, and had a light blond beard that covered the lower half of his face, with a smile that seemed to last forever.

He has eyes as clear and innocent as a baby's, and a cross pendant hanging on his chest, just like an ordinary priest.

"Adam."

Although both are Sequence One, the gap between Adam and George III is difficult to measure, not to mention that he is the divine incarnation of the ancient sun god. No one knows what kind of trump card he has.

If it was still Sequence One, Klein was confident that he could defeat Adam with Lu Heng's spell.

But he is only a Sequence Three now. Under the command of Adam, the strongest angel king, not to mention killing George III, even protecting himself is questionable.

"rustle"

The sound of writing could only be heard by Crane and George III.

"The armies of Intis and Fussac have withdrawn. The three parties have reached a temporary ceasefire agreement. The ascension ceremony of George III has been postponed indefinitely."

"The injured victims will recover, and the families of the deceased will receive compensation and assistance."

Without paying any attention to George III's increasingly dark face, Adam continued to talk about the revised script.

"The destined war is over for now, and everything has been properly arranged."

"Do you accept this ending?"

The sound of writing stopped, and the calm tone did not sound like a question but rather a statement.

He also did not raise his head to look at Klein, as if the script in his hand was the most important thing.

If it weren't for Sefirah Castle and his identity as a remnant of the Old Ones, Klein felt that Adam would not have appeared at all.

"I"

Klein's fists turned pale from clenching. He understood that this was the biggest concession to him.

After a moment's silence, he slowly opened his mouth and said his answer with difficulty.

But the voice coming from behind him surprised him.

“We don’t accept it!”

A pair of gentle, white hands gently rested on Klein's shoulders, and a pair of warm eyes blinked at him.

Fortunately, I caught up.

As long as I'm here, don't try to bully my cat!

For the first time, there was a strange fluctuation in Adam's eyes.

He watched as the vast light gathered into the outline of a figure, and a tall figure slowly stepped out.

(End of this chapter)