Chapter 37: Giant King's Court

Chumen withdrew his gaze calmly, no longer paying attention to Badehaier, and instead said to Oumibeila, "I do not see any possibility of success."

"Then who else can you choose?" Oumibeila stared straight at Chumen with her single eye. "The Phoenix or the Demon? Or perhaps that misfortune who has yet to ascend to godhood?"

Adjacent Pathways are impossible to choose, the Demon is also impossible, and the Phoenix Grejary is lying dormant in the Underworld, her strength far inferior to the Giant Race.

But... I really am the Pope of the weakest one!

Of course, for these past few hundred years, the Evernight Church has also been preaching in secret, but it still lags too far behind the other Ancient God factions.

Chumen fell silent, but to Oumibeila, this was already a sign of being moved.

"You still dare to talk about cooperation? Lilith has been dead for hundreds of years," Chumen suddenly said, causing both Oumibeila and Badehaier to fall silent.

The fall of three Ancient Gods had brought the suspicion between the Ancient Gods to its peak.

"So it is not an alliance, just taking what each needs," Oumibeila finally said. "Afterward, we each go our own way."

"Everything is decided by my Lord." Chumen pretended to pray to the deity, but Sasriel and the Ancient Sun God had long since signaled to him that everything here was to be handled by him as the situation required.

The Statue of the Creator cast pure, brilliant sunlight upon Chumen.

"The Lord has brought me here to make the Giants and Elves take up arms." Chumen recited the Divine Oracle from the "Lord" in a chanting tone.

"War with the Elves!" Oumibeila and Badehaier were both stunned, but after a silence, they agreed on behalf of the Giant King; perhaps they had already anticipated this.

To cooperate under these circumstances, one must first pay a price and show sincerity.

"You will see," Oumibeila even invited Chumen to go to the Giant King's Court.

"Good!" Unexpectedly, Chumen agreed directly, and taking Hermes, he prepared to go to the Giant King's Court with the two Giants.

He had not yet been to the Giant King's Court, and he could take the opportunity to see the Giant Race of the present day.

Oumibeila and Badehaier did not find it strange; the current Giant King's Court, after hundreds of years of development, was already a Miracle Divine Kingdom comparable to the Dragon's City of Miracles, and its strength was quite formidable.

This Dream Angel could not stir up any trouble there at all.

The speed of the three Angels and one Saint was extremely fast, and the four of them soon arrived at the Giant King's Court.

In a gorgeous yet somber Twilight, Chumen saw the current Giant King's Court.

In that region where the Twilight was solidified, there were countless enormous palaces, towers, and indescribably majestic architectural complexes, grand and ornate, silent in the Twilight, and filled with a sense of epic scale.

Chumen followed the Giant Queen and the Giant King's eldest son into the King's Court and naturally received a grand welcome; the light of Dawn and Twilight shone together, and the roars of the Giant Race's guards made the whole world seem to tremble.

This was the Giant Race of the Age of Twins.

The Giant population had achieved great growth, and coupled with the Potion Formula, the general wisdom and rationality of the Giant Race had been greatly improved; their strength had now become truly terrifying.

"Greetings, Queen; greetings, Prince!" Two iron-tower-like Silver Knights knelt on one knee, saluting Oumibeila and Badehaier.

Two Sequence 3 "Silver Knights" guarding the gate—this was already the peak of the Giant Race.

"Let's go in." Under the guidance of Oumibeila, Chumen officially stepped into the Giant King's Court, arriving at this God's Kingdom of the Giant King.

Chumen's perception pulsed; he sensed a gaze, filled with indifference, madness, and the rotting scent of the approaching dusk.

This was the gaze of the Giant King.

The injuries this Ancient God had sustained in that battle of Ancient Gods had naturally healed, but his mental state remained the cold, bloodthirsty nature of an Ancient God.

"This is our army!" Badehaier said with an arrogant tone, pointing to a huge square within the King's Court.

Such a square exceeded Chumen's imagination; it was of a scale sufficient to accommodate ten thousand Giants, and within it were rows of extremely orderly Giant troops.

Chumen looked over; there were thousands of Giants here, and a slight sensing revealed that at the very least they were all mid-to-high Sequence Extraordinary Creatures, and there were even nearly ten Silver Knights!

In this era known in later generations as mythology, Beyonders appeared in the form of armies, and even Demigods and Saints were among them.

"Ten Sequence 3s? And that's just the power I can see..." Such a Giant Race was indeed strong enough.

"The Elves betrayed our King. As the King's subjects, we must fight for the King's honor!"

"March toward the Elf race!" Bradel, the God of Honor, only glanced at Chumen, ignored him, and immediately prepared to send troops to crusade against the Elf race.

"Traitors..." Chumen's mouth twitched. This title of "traitor" was very subtle, because the Giant King and the Elf King both claimed the other had betrayed Lilith and betrayed the covenant, which was what led to that terrifying fall of Ancient Gods hundreds of years ago.

Both Ancient Gods firmly believed in their own judgment, and the other Ancient Gods and Angels also felt that these two were simply unwilling to bear the infamy and thus accused the other, so no one suspected that another possibility existed.

The situation in the fog of history at that time was extremely chaotic; the Magic Wolf went mad, the Alien King failed to pick up the scraps, and Lilith decisively self-detonated. Everything happened too fast, so much so that even the Ancient Gods could not pierce through that fog of history to see the truth.

"In a few more days, you will be able to see the news of our full-scale war with the Elves, in the name of punishing the traitors!" Badehaier declared; the army here was only the vanguard.

"Good! I will wait!" Chumen took one more look at the army, nodded slowly, and followed a Giant attendant into a palace.

However, Chumen had been resting in this Giant Palace for less than half a day when a violent wind and thunder crashed down upon the Giant King's Court.

"Ormir! You traitor!" A roar swept in like a tidal wave, and even Hermes could not resist it; illusory dragon scales crawled all over his body, showing signs of losing control.

"Quiet." Chumen spoke softly, suppressing the madness erupting within Hermes, and looked toward the outside.

"As expected of the Elf King, known for his tyranny; he has even attacked directly to this place." Chumen looked at that mass of incandescent lightning, his eyes grave.

The Giant Race's march into the Elf territory, and in the name of punishing traitors, directly caused the Elf King to fly into a rage, disregarding everything else to transform into a bolt of lightning and slaughter his way to the Giant King's Court.

"Today I will definitely teach you a lesson!" The Elf King's furious voice resounded throughout the entire Giant King's Court, and the lightning in the sky reached its peak at this moment, crazily striking at the most majestic Shenshen.

"Soniathrym!" The Twilight surged at this moment; vegetation withered, and the void decayed.

The Giant King Ormir walked out from the Shenshen, wearing Twilight Armor filled with a sense of decay, carrying an exaggerated Blood-colored Twilight Greatsword, the tip of the sword drooping, the shining blade flickering with a dangerous light.