People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 788: Her Hunzoren

The altar gradually weathered and disintegrated under the erosion of time.

The Witch King looked down at the almost invisible 'arm strength ball' in his hand, and his brows gradually furrowed.

"You are still too impatient. Not everyone can grasp the time."

Praising with his mouth, the Witch King drew a few notes with his fingers and continued to fiddle with time.

The shadow in the center of the altar was on the verge of collapse, like an old TV that had been in disrepair for a long time, and the picture kept flickering.

The phantom opened his mouth to say something, but ultimately chose to keep his mouth shut for fear of disturbing the Witch King.

"Just say whatever you want to say. Granted." The Witch King said calmly.

"...I may not be able to hold on until he comes back." The shadow's voice was erratic, "If he asks, just say that you took me back."

The Witch King raised his eyes slightly and glanced at the phantom with thorns all over his body:

"You are nothing but a remnant of sound, not worthy of being recycled by me. I accept your gift and come here to place my bet on the future. I come here only for Qi Yan, nothing more."

"That's it."

The phantom was not too surprised by this, but just sighed with a little regret.

He could feel that he was close to collapse.

The only thing that comforted him was that Qi Yan's breath was gradually returning. Even if he couldn't hold on to the end, Qi Yan was able to find it back by himself in the remaining part of the journey.

I can't be getting lost even though I'm already at the doorstep...

The 'arm force ball' in the Witch King's hand made a slight sound and suddenly disappeared like a bubble.

Seeing this, the shadow seemed to understand: "That's it..."

A crack suddenly appeared in the void, and an irresistible gravitational force enveloped the body of the Witch King, trying to pull him back to where he should be.

"Humph!"

The Witch King looked back at the crack coldly and snorted domineeringly.

He stood still on the ground, showing no sign of being dragged away:

"I'm standing here just because I want to be here, so you'd better not try to provoke me."

The gravitational pull of the void rift continues.

The shadow couldn't help but joked: "Emperor of Leitania, your majesty seems to be misplaced. This is just a gravitational force of rules, not a conscious existence."

"rule?"

The witch king raised his lips slightly and said, "The rules are written by me. Who do you think I am? I am the only rule maker standing here."

"Gravity says it doesn't understand, and it's getting stronger." The shadow said sarcastically.

Witch King: “…”

He suddenly turned around and smashed the crack with a slap.

Then the Witch King looked back at the shadow and said coldly, "This is the fate of disobeying me. Do you know?"

Shadow: "...I'm about to die, it's no use for you to scare me."

"Who said you were going to die?" the Witch King asked.

Shadow:?

The Witch King asked: "Tell me your name."

Shadow: ? ?

"Herkunzollern, Otto Dietmar Gustav von Utica Herkunzollern."

The Witch King said in a cold voice: "You have been given this name, so you must be prepared to bear the weight of this name, even if you are just a remnant of sound, which in my opinion is not as pleasant as a burp.

But you need to remember that this name should bring you honor and dignity."

The phantom was still puzzled.

The Witch King had no intention of explaining. He just raised his finger again and controlled a musical note to cut through his fingertips.

Blood gushed out from his fingertips, turning into ink to continue composing music for the late emperor of Leitania.

The scarlet fog has enveloped the basin at some point, the sounds of wind and sand have turned into music scores, breathing and heartbeats have turned into rhythms, and all the rules of the world have turned into inspiration.

"Here, I give a new melody to this land, and Herhunzollon appoints a new meaning for time."

The Witch King's voice was calm, but it carried an irresistible majesty. His blood-stained fingers drew one powerful note after another on the altar that was on the verge of collapse.

A new chapter of music has come into the world.

"This chapter is called "After the End"!"

The Witch King made the final stroke.

The altar that was on the verge of collapse was injected with new power. The shadow's eyes widened, and he felt in disbelief that his body, which had long been on the verge of collapse, had become solid again.

"Is this... your soul?" the phantom said in astonishment.

The Witch King turned around, personally cut open a new crack in the void, and stepped into it.

When the crack was about to heal, he turned his head to look at the shadow and said calmly:

"Qi Yan has granted you life, but you must remember that people call you the Witch King. Your name is Herhunzolun."

The phantom was somewhat speechless.

He could feel that beneath the Witch King's proud appearance, the pain and weakness of his soul being torn apart was spreading.

The shadow was silent for a moment. Seeing that the Witch King was about to disappear behind the crack, he said anxiously:

"What can I do for you?"

"Not for me, but for us." The Witch King said proudly, "Next time you see the Demon King of Sarkaz, remember to tell her that she is the undisputed number one warlock in this land, and there is no longer that ridiculous prefix.

In the end, it is us who stand at the end of time.

Behemoth, nothing special, you and I are the first sorcerers of this land!"

The cracks healed completely.

The shadow returned to its original shape, and he retracted the part that extended along the altar.

A figure broke into this world above the altar.

The black clock in the figure's arms rang, and the stagnant hands trembled twice, and finally reversed one level firmly.

Above Londinium, the disappeared red Originium was dragged back to reality by an irresistible force!

……

……

Tracy arrived at the Silverstone Cliff battlefield with a gloomy face.

Under the gaze of countless Sarkaz, he walked quickly among the army and saw an ancient lord of the royal court in the distance.

What surprised Tracy was that in front of the Scavenger King, there was a warship belonging to the Duke of Victoria.

The red active Originium storm and the gray-white Scavenger witchcraft eroded the battleship. The Sarkaz kept attacking the battleship, but the battleship was like an indestructible reef in the surging waves, allowing countless waves to smash it and standing stubbornly in place.

Wellington stood at the front of the battleship's deck. Even though his old body had sustained irreversible injuries, his back was still straight as he confronted the Scavenger King floating in the air in front of him.

Tresis did not rush to intervene in the confrontation. He grabbed a scavenger who was about to charge and asked:

"What happened here? Why would the Duke of Victoria rush into our army's territory alone?"

"I don't know!" The scavenger's main point is straightforward.

Tracy: "..."

Letting go of the scavenger in front of him, Tracys watched as the other party continued to rush towards the battleship with a wry smile:

"I was so desperate that I actually asked these guys who only knew how to fight and kill people."

"Prince Regent, it's really you!"

A low cry of excitement came from behind Tracy.

Tracy turned his head and found that it was a direct descendant of the Scavenger King's Spirit Curtain Warrior.

"What do you want?" asked Tracy.

"I see that you just wanted to ask something, Regent. I can answer it for you!" Ling Bin came forward excitedly, "Before, I was ordered by the clan leader to attack the Duke of Caster's warship, but not long after I rushed out, the situation changed and I was called back to besiege Wellington.

You see, it is not a coincidence that I just happened to meet His Royal Highness the Regent who wants to ask something.

I tell you, there is no news in this area that I don’t know. I have heard all the little secrets of those people in Rhodes Island!"