59: Chapter 59 The Dark Forest!

Dawson Empire.

Inside the magic crystal mine.

"Have you realized your own worth?"

Allen retracted his pressure, coldly scanning them.

"Refining a Godhead means your path has reached its end."

"With no achievements in the Mysteries of the Laws, if you encounter a true expert, they could turn you into dust with a single Fusion of laws."

Allen paused, his tone softening slightly.

"Going to the Necropolis of the Gods serves no purpose other than throwing your lives away."

"Your task is to stay here."

Allen pointed to the ground beneath his feet.

"The Dawson Empire is my Foundation."

"The waters of the Yulan Continent will soon become murky."

"You two are to guard the gates at home for me."

"If you truly encounter something you cannot handle, immediately awaken my Water Affinity and lightning Clones."

Sals and Walker looked at each other, cold sweat soaking their backs.

They finally realized the reality of the situation.

The master is always the master.

Even if his Realm seems lower than theirs, wanting to crush them to death is no harder than crushing an ant.

"As you command, Master."

The two Demonic Beasts lowered their noble heads, no longer daring to have even the slightest thought of joining the fun.

Allen nodded, wasting no more words.

His figure transformed into a streak of dark red light, shooting straight into the sky and speeding off in the direction of the Dark Forest.

In front of the metal castle in the Dark Forest.

The atmosphere was eerily quiet.

Four figures of various forms stood in the open space, each occupying a position and maintaining a subtle safe distance from each other.

War God O'Brien had a head of wild, flame-like red hair.

He crossed his arms, his eyes as sharp as knives.

Even just standing there, the surrounding air was faintly distorting.

High Priest Katherine wore a white robe, with a half-silver mask on her face.

Her body was surrounded by a gentle yet inviolable aura of life.

In a dark corner, it seemed empty.

But if one sensed carefully, one would discover a deep shadow hidden there.

That was the King of Assassins, Hissai, who was trying to merge himself completely with the environment.

As for the middle-aged man nearby with eerie silver hair and cold eyes, he was the Heaven-Swallowing Beast Dylin.

These four people represented the four top forces of the Yulan Continent.

Moreover, they were all Lowgods.

Suddenly.

A streak of abnormal red light ignited on the distant horizon.

One second it was still at the edge of the sky.

The next second.

A terrifying heat wave had already swept across the entire castle plaza.

Everyone's breathing stagnated.

The dark red streak of light slammed into the open ground without any buffer.

It didn't kick up even a speck of dust; the transition between extreme stillness and extreme motion was perfectly heart-stopping.

Allen revealed his figure.

He casually brushed off the non-existent dust on his body, his gaze sweeping over the four people present.

Just one glance.

War God O'Brien immediately restrained his arrogant demeanor.

He subtly took half a step back, his muscles tensed to the limit.

"What terrifying Laws of Fire."

The War God's heart was sounding frantic alarms.

He was also Cultivating the Laws of Fire.

But in front of Allen, he was like a pile of dying embers encountering an erupting volcano.

They were completely not on the same level.

The High Priest bowed slightly, as a greeting.

The face beneath that mask was filled with solemnity.

"This guy's aura is so terrifying; he has definitely broken through to Midgod."

Hissai in the shadows felt like a fool stripped naked.

Because Allen's gaze landed with pinpoint accuracy on his hiding spot, and he even raised an eyebrow with a mischievous sense of humor.

"Damn it!"

Hissai cursed inwardly.

His most proud dark concealment methods were useless in front of this man.

To avoid being too awkward, he could only cough twice and walk out from the shadows on his own.

As for Dylin, he was staring fixedly at Allen, even slowing his breathing.

The intuition of a Demonic Beast is far sharper than that of a human.

Dylin smelled an extremely dangerous scent on Allen.

That was not ordinary Realm suppression, but a condescension at the Soul level.

"Everyone, you've arrived quite early."

Allen spoke nonchalantly.

His attitude was casual, yet he took control of the entire scene, turning the tables.

This is the information gap brought by strength.

These four Lowgods were still guessing just how strong he was, not realizing that what he had shown was merely a corner of his fire-element Clone.

"Lord Allen."

"Are you also here to participate in the opening of this Necropolis?"

The War God was the first to yield, lowering his head slightly.

Although it was their first meeting.

But with the Dawson Empire appearing in the world.

Allen's existence had never been a secret.

The War God was just a bit curious, why hadn't Allen's two Divine-Grade Demonic Beast pets come?

However.

Even if his heart was full of curiosity.

The War God did not dare to ask directly.

"I was idle anyway, so I thought I'd find some amusement."

Allen said perfunctorily.

This answer made the four people present feel a sense of powerlessness.

The opportunity they cherished as a treasure and fought to the death for was, in his words, just a pastime for amusement.

Just when the atmosphere was a bit stiff.

"Creeak—"

The heavy metal castle gate made a harsh friction sound.

A thin, black-robed old man with a handlebar mustache walked out leisurely with his hands behind his back.

Beirut.

He didn't even release any pressure.

He walked so ordinarily, yet it made all the God-level Experts present lower their heads simultaneously.

Even Dylin, who had been arrogant and unbridled just a moment ago, was now like a docile house cat, not even daring to breathe loudly.

This was an absolute suppression stemming from the level of life.

Allen also lowered his eyelids slightly.

In front of a Chief God, one must still play the role of a grandson when necessary.

His little trump cards were completely insufficient in front of Beirut.

But he firmly believed that one day, he too would be able to stand at this height.

"Everyone is here."

Beirut's small, glowing eyes swept over everyone, deliberately lingering on Allen for half a second.

This half-second pause was meaningful.

Allen's heart skipped a beat.

He knew that Beirut must have seen through the fact that he had broken through to Midgod.

As for whether he had seen through his two Lowgod Clones left in the independent space, that was unknown.

"The old fox must be calculating something."

Allen inwardly complained.

Beirut didn't have any superfluous words.

He looked up towards the south.

"Since everyone is ready, let's go."

"Don't keep those Saint-level little guys waiting."

"Destination, South Sea."

Before the words had faded.

Beirut transformed into a blurry black shadow and instantly disappeared from the spot.

The speed was so fast that even Allen could only barely catch a glimpse of a residual image.

The four Lowgods looked at each other and, without a moment's hesitation, all erupted with their fastest speed to follow.

Allen sneered.

Fire erupted beneath his feet, and his body, like a meteorite tearing through the air, easily caught up with the team in front.

The vast, boundless ocean sped backwards below.

The wild wind whistled in his ears.

Allen deliberately suppressed his speed, maintaining a posture of keeping pace with the four Lowgods.

He didn't want to expose too much strength before figuring out Beirut's true intentions.

When one lacks the capital to absolutely crush everything, pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger is always the optimal solution.

The Beirut in front suddenly slowed down.

The originally turbulent sea surface below had, at some point, become as smooth as a mirror.

A strange, deathly silence enveloped this sea area.

"We've arrived."