Chapter 1110: Chapter 570: The Blow Finally Struck
Everyone fell silent; these races, passed down from the refugees, are extraordinarily valuable and probably carry many good things with them.
Anatoli couldn’t help saying, “But it’s also the first time seeing them so powerful. They must have run far enough before to hide until now.”
“What exactly happened to the Terrax Civilization?” someone else asked, puzzled, but no one could give him an answer.
“Since these people have the inheritance of the Terrax Civilization, why are they so far behind the Three Civilizations?”
“That involves another issue,” Anduin explained, “The Titans’ Evolution Path relies on enslaving and devouring Dimension Worlds, and these remaining Fire Seeds would not be easily spared by Dimension Life Forms.”
The issues here are complex and cannot be explained in a few words. After some discussion, everyone returned the topic to the present scene.
The Dwarf King clicked his tongue: “No wonder this black giant is so strong, able to match Tan Ding; its Combat Level must be above 2500X.”
Perkins said solemnly: “Perhaps even stronger, the Titans’ Evolution System is a bit better than our current Genetic Evolution System, and the differences when evolving to the limit should be more significant.”
“Didn’t you see, after their clash, Tan Ding remained highly vigilant, but was casual when seeing the black giant.”
“Being so strong yet hiding, what do these guys want to do?”
“You’re all neglecting one thing; the Titans’ Evolution System doesn’t stop at x Level but reaches the Ultimate Level.”
Many High-level Life Forms couldn’t help but worry. At their level, any major interstellar event inevitably affects them.
“Perhaps the interstellar space is going to be chaotic; there might be more life forms like him, hidden in the shadows. His appearance is just the catalyst.”
Meanwhile, on the space-time screen, Tan Ding was already standing in front of Heckler, engaging in a brief standoff with the Black King.
The Holy Castle had already fallen to the Azure Dragon, and without a major conflict, they couldn’t start a fight over a squabble.
“…You know quite a bit,” the Black King said indifferently. “I’ll say it again, I didn’t come here to be your enemy or anything like that. I only have one purpose, and that’s to kill the Azure Dragon.”
His tone was firm and uncompromising; it wasn’t without reason; because of Azure Dragon’s existence, Morrisca faced the Peak Transcendence Level Trial.
The only solution he could think of was to try killing the Azure Dragon’s True Body to reset the King-making Trial.
Unsure if it would work, but there seemed to be no other method.
“Do you hold a grudge against the Azure Dragon?” Heckler focused on another point and couldn’t help but ask further.
Perhaps, through this black giant, he could glimpse some of Azure Dragon’s past.
“This has nothing to do with you.” The Black King shook his head, refusing to explain, “I only ask you one thing: do you want to cooperate?”
“Cooperate?” Heckler stared at him, “You should be clearer than me about the defense of Diglas’s Crown. Since the Azure Dragon has already succeeded, no one can kill him directly.”
“No, he hasn’t succeeded yet,” the Black King denied.
Heckler was surprised and uncertain, “Didn’t you say he has already opened the Holy Castle?”
“I thought you knew,” the Black King glanced at him, “Opening the Holy Castle merely grants entry qualifications to obtain other things; it doesn’t mean acquiring the Holy Artifact inside.”
“He still needs to step up one more level to use it. If you don’t even know this, how did you obtain the Eternal Silence Star?”
Heckler automatically ignored his question, his body twitching as he struggled to suppress his excitement, rekindling a flame of hope in his heart.
“The Azure Dragon hasn’t succeeded?” Gusta’s eyes lit up, and Anatoli’s gaze inevitably fell on the distant Mecha.
Meanwhile, Costa, whose tortured heart was vaguely pieced back together.
“So Lord Azure Dragon hasn’t succeeded, and that golden light membrane isn’t Diglas’s Crown?”
“That’s not important anymore; what matters is…” an inexplicable spiritual fluctuation stopped halfway.
But everyone understood what the other party wanted to say, that if he hadn’t succeeded, they still had a chance.
In the picture, Heckler could no longer hold back and asked: “The Holy Artifact is inside the door; how do we get in?”
“King-making Trial,” the Black King paused, “This path is already blocked; only the second way, force it open.”
“Force it open?” Heckler frowned; just hearing these words gave him a headache.
After all, it was something left by the Titans, too hard to break.
“Is there no other way?” he asked again.
“There is…” the Black King stared at the blurry door, “Have that Azure Dragon personally take us in.”
Heckler snorted coldly, “I can’t even find out where the Azure Dragon is, let alone have him take us in. Can’t you do it with the heart you hold?”
“After all, it’s just a heart.” The Black King shook his head, slowly flying forward, as the energy surging around the grand door seemed to resist his entry.
Yet holding the heart, the Black King still advanced a long distance, stopping in front of the door.
“This is as far as I can go…” the Black King whispered, almost a step from the door.
Behind the door, Li Ming looked at the hulking black giant; the figure was so towering he had to slightly lift his head.
For a moment, he really thought the other party might be able to come in.
Purple light flickered in his hand, the Infinite Hammer appearing, eager to try.
Suddenly, he heard the other party say: “Do you believe it, he’s just behind this door.”