Chapter 410: Chapter 409: Knight Sub-King
At the summit of Seven Gods Mountain, in front of the only intact statue, Ivan had stood there for several months, also enveloped by the dark red glow for the same amount of time.
He and the statue were like two knights locked in a fierce standoff, neither willing to submit to the other.
Until one day, a faint red glow emanated from within Ivan’s body, pushing back the external Aura Power by half a foot.
It was faintly visible that a solid aura had formed under his feet, weak yet tenacious.
“Boom.”
At that moment, the dark red glow seemed enraged, triggering greater transformations inside and out, while golden lightning flickered around him, strands of electricity struck down from all directions, all landing on his body.
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Ivan instantly felt as if his body had been crushed, repeatedly kneaded, causing him bone-deep pain.
At the same time, numerous pieces of inheritance were imprinted onto his memory.
He suffered yet took pleasure in it.
He could feel his strength further enhancing; the Domain Aura he had just comprehended also improved, everything moving in a favorable direction.
An unknown amount of time passed, and the dark red glow suddenly dissipated, restoring peace to what had been happening before.
Only the aura at his feet expanded, covering the entire summit of the godly mountain, adding a glow to the summit.
“Swoosh.”
Ivan quickly withdrew his Domain Aura, but noticed something peeling off the inherited statue, falling towards the ground. He swiftly moved to the left, then to the right, catching the falling statue arms one by one.
“Good, they didn’t shatter.”
He muttered softly, just as the broken statue arms began to rapidly dissolve.
Soon, the broken arms completely disappeared as if someone had forcibly erased them. Looking at the statue again, it had transformed from four wings and eight arms to two wings and four arms, with the break points clearly visible.
Compared to before, the entire statue evidently looked older.
Seeing this, Ivan felt helpless; the statue was actually a manifestation of the inherited power, and a loss of power would inevitably damage the statue, fearing it might completely collapse after one or two more experiences.
By then, it was uncertain whether Seven Gods Mountain would still exist.
“Justice Star Ancestor, today I received your incredible inheritance, henceforth I dare not claim to act as you did, supporting the weak and challenging the strong, but I definitely will not act recklessly or slaughter the innocent, Ivan Marichadon sincerely gives thanks.”
From the inherited messages, it was not hard to discover that this so-called ‘Justice Star Ancestor’ from the Star Realm was a person with a deep sense of compassion, devoted to the path of righteousness, just as he had named himself.
Such a person, Ivan dared not emulate, but it did not hinder his sincere admiration for the Justice Star Ancestor, deserving of his grand gesture.
After giving thanks, he did not linger long at Seven Gods Mountain, but headed straight down the stairs.
In fact, the stairs leading to the godly mountain were neither too many nor too few, precisely a hundred in total, leading directly down to the ground at the foot of the mountain, right in front of the exit of the land of inheritance.
“Looks like I have to force my way through.”
Ivan explored around the periphery of the godly mountain, to no avail.
What he had obtained was just the inheritance of the godly mountain; he still had scant understanding of the restraining power of the Centaur Race.
While he was speaking, a sharp moon blade flashed behind him, and a faint red glow appeared under his feet, colliding with an invisible barrier in front.
Waves pulsed in front of him, a golden gate flickering in and out of solidity.
He took the opportunity to flick a drop of Helen’s bloodline essence over, and amid cracking sounds, the golden gate automatically opened, but only about the width of a palm before abruptly halting.
Without a word, Ivan raised his fist, enveloped in thick red Combat Energy, and heavily struck the golden gate.
The golden gate, impacted, opened another half-palm’s width.
There’s a chance, keep going!
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Moments later, at the depths of the Rock Mining Land of the Shiwei Tribe, a golden gate suddenly appeared mid-air. Ivan, holding a black crown in his hand, swiftly flashed out from the gate.
“Sorcerer Ivan, did you manage to climb the Seven Gods Mountain?” As soon as he landed, Feyn noticed the movement and hurried over.
“Of course, and I acquired a great inheritance. Your Insect Breathing Method is likely to advance further,” Ivan said with a smile, his gains far exceeding his previous expectations.
He calculated the time and realized that more than four months had passed since he had entered.
“That’s really great,” Feyn’s eyes lit up, and remembering something, he continued, “Sorcerer Ivan, a while ago we captured two uninvited guests, members of the Centaur Race.”
“Oh, from the Royal Family?”
“Their strength is mediocre, they don’t seem like it, more like they came specially to die.”
Ivan was quite interested in the centaurs and called Feyn as well as Meg and Flame Scorpion who had followed closely behind to return.
Inside a nearby temporary residence, in a room filled with a strong stench of blood, Ivan saw the two captured individuals.
A man and a woman, one old and one young, dressed simply, both bearing not-light injuries, undoubtedly members of the Centaur Race, currently both in a deep coma.
“It wasn’t all our doing; they already had injuries when they arrived,” Feyn explained.
“I can see that. Undead powers, curse powers, plague-like powers. To suffer such wounds and still dare to come looking for trouble, they must be here for the Seven Gods Mountain,” Ivan glanced at the injuries of the two and understood why Feyn said the two were courting death.
“However, you guessed wrong; these two likely belong to the Centaur King’s lineage.”
“You can tell?”
“They both carry the aura of the Golden Bloodline.”
Seeing the puzzled looks on the others’ faces, Ivan explained.
He knew this so clearly only because he too now possessed the Golden Bloodline, his blood contained a faint golden substance, which was actually a proof of evolution into a pure Star Realm bloodline.
The Centaur King’s lineage tended to inherit this, but their Golden Bloodline would thin out with each generation.
“Shall we wake them up?” Feyn asked again.
“No need, I need to rest for a while,” Ivan turned and walked to the outside of the room, casually asking, “Has anything else happened during this time?”
“There might be something. I feel like the Stone Tail Tribe is being quite sneaky, not sure what they are up to,” Feyn replied after a moment of thought.
“Really? I thought they were quite hospitable, especially that Feyn and Bar,” Meg disagreed.
“Not at all, they definitely have ulterior motives, just like Boss Feyn said,” Flame Scorpion naturally supported Feyn.
“Have other Stone tribes come to the Stone Tail Tribe?” Ivan asked, amused.
“Shouldn’t be,” Feyn said.
“Let’s wait and see then,” Ivan figured it wasn’t anything serious and decided not to rush in handling it.
He had confronted a statue in the Seven Gods Mountain for over four months, and while he appeared fully spirited, his mind was already very weary and naturally needed a good rest.
A day and a night later, Ivan looked radiant again, his condition adjusted to its optimum.
Strength: 28.7, Agility: 29.3, Body Constitution: 29.6, Spirit: 235
On the attribute panel, his body data clearly reflected the progress made, elevating from around twenty graduated degrees originally in each aspect to the current state, even his spiritual power had risen by eight graduated degrees.
Without a doubt, the period of spiritual fatigue that came with rising to a Level 3 Sorcerer had passed, and his spiritual power could now increase normally.
As for the Knights, he had already stepped beyond the Flying Knight phase, entering a new level. According to the naming in his inheritance message, after comprehending the Domain Aura, there was a special title for this phase—Knight Sub-King.
In fact, Knight Sub-King meant the same as a Fake Lord.
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