CHAPTER 569: CHAPTER 250: THE STRONG ONES

The gemstone of the Cross Star.

It was as if stars had fallen from the sky.

Its entire being shimmered with a deep brilliance like the night sky.

Below it was an intricate alchemy machine, with a complex structure and hollowed-out design, easily revealing its preciousness.

The floating gemstone attracted everyone’s attention.

Soldiers from various forces, different countries, and different races were all drawn to it.

Despite being only the size of a head, perched atop the tower.

The radiance it emitted could be seen from afar.

The converged magic power was absorbed.

"Is this the complete Stone of Creation?" Alyris couldn’t help but murmur.

Kana also raised her head to look.

Seeing such a scene in a game and witnessing it in reality are completely different things, with almost no comparison between them.

Kana never imagined that a complete Stone of Creation in reality would be so attention-grabbing.

Even someone like Kana, who had long been prepared, had his gaze firmly drawn.

"Look at her... how beautiful she is!"

The King of the Blood Race couldn’t help but murmur.

Even though this stone was collected by him personally, even though it had accompanied him for a long time, even though he had studied this stone for a long time.

But at this moment, he was equally attracted.

The black clouds parted, and a beam of Holy Light descended.

Within the Holy Light.

The Sacred Blade Saintess, whom Kana and others had seen before, revealed her figure.

However, compared to before, the Sacred Blade Saintess was now fully armed.

Clad in a form-fitting full body armor made of gold and white, her back adorned with a circular array of various metal swords.

Each had a different style, each inscribed with complex runes.

She wore a crown, her pupils radiating light.

Suspended there, gazing at the gemstone in the sky.

A shadow flickered on the other side.

The shadow gathered, forming a figure there.

He wore a robe that appeared like smoke.

His entire body was wrapped in this shadow-like robe, his sole distinctive feature being the giant scepter in his hand, resembling a dried-up arm grasping a skull.

A chilling, malevolent aura emanated from him, as if perceiving death.

[King of Skeletons] Safobeer.

Currently, he should be at Level 13, and the United Army didn’t include forces he belonged to, clearly indicating he came here alone.

Beside him, a spatial rift was torn open.

A pair of strong green arms extended from the rift, pulling it open with brute strength.

The head of a rhinoceros emerged.

This was a Beastman, a Rhino Beastman.

And a Jade Rhino Beastman at that.

Clad in heavy armor, with an exaggerated war axe made of jade slung across his back.

"Coming here wasn’t comfortable." He mumbled.

"Ugly thing."

A shadow appeared beside him at some point.

It was an Elf Mage dressed in a luxurious, exquisite magic robe.

A staff as tall as a person and adorned with countless gemstones floated behind him, almost mesmerizing anyone who glanced at it.

"Bean sprout, shut your mouth, or I wouldn’t mind slicing your frail body apart."

"Oh? Really?"

The moment they met, the tension between them was palpable.

"If you’re going to fight, take it elsewhere."

An elderly man with white hair and beard revealed his figure through a teleportation array.

In response to the old man’s words, the two, who had been tense, snorted disdainfully but obediently shut their mouths.

[Jade Horn] Paf, a Level 12 War Master from the Beastman tribe.

[Gem Collector] Diwitevi, a Level 13 Gem Mage from the Elf Race.

[Arcane Master] Dufal, one of the leaders of the Mage United Council, a Level 14 Arcane Master.

All are renowned figures within the game.

Due to the complete Stone of Creation, they appeared one after another.

Moreover, others kept appearing in the air through various means.

[Thief] Mabel.

[Sin Hunter] Birch.

[Lament of the Lamenters] Rocani.

...

Kana silently counted.

A total of 23 figures had emerged within such a short period.

Surpassing the number from the previous storyline, thanks to Kana’s involvement, which altered the original plot. It allowed more people time to arrive and learn about the event.

All these individuals ranged from Level 12 to Level 13, with only the Arcane Master being Level 14.

However, Kana couldn’t ascertain the precise levels, as he only knew from the previous plot; whether their current levels were slightly lower was uncertain.

But this wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

What his grandfather wanted was more powerful figures to witness the ritual.

The more who came, the wider the "Blood Calamity" would spread afterward.

However, after brief consideration, it didn’t matter; the Blood Calamity would ultimately become an unsolvable problem.

It would become a natural part of this world.

Unless someone was willing to use another complete stone for a targeted solution, it would be pointless.

More or fewer people coming was a futile endeavor.

The Night Watcher quietly observed these powerful figures, whose mingling suppression made the surroundings unusually silent.

Even the Night Watcher was pressured into silence.

While he didn’t dare speak, the channel was buzzing.

[George: Who are these people? Each one seems incredibly powerful.]

[Miguel West: I only recognize a few of them.]

[Bobo: That white-bearded old man’s strength is probably the greatest, likely one of the members of the Mage United Council.]

[Heiswantha: We should stay quiet now; none of these people are ones we can afford to provoke. All we should do now is watch.]

Being a member of the Elf Race, Heiswantha was older than most Night Watcher Elves.

As their former deputy leader, he was evidently more knowledgeable.

He recognized most of these people suddenly appearing, even if not all, he could roughly guess their identities or had heard of them.

Anyone among them could easily wipe out the current Night Watchers.

Though considering Kana, perhaps not necessarily.

Who knows if Kana had any unknown means?

But now, the main focus of these matters would no longer be on them; this part is evident.

These twenty-some strong figures formed a circle, enclosing the King of the Blood Race in the center.

The whole scene was exceptionally quiet.

The King of the Blood Race continued to embrace the sky in a sun-receiving posture.