Chapter 380 – You Shall Have Whatever You Wish

Deep in the forest.

Around the grayish-white pyramid, shadowy figures draped in black robes gathered.

There were also grotesque beings, some with fleshy wings on their backs and others covered in scales, each exuding a wild and ferocious aura, like beasts that had just crawled out of the abyss.

At the top of the pyramid, a tall figure knelt on the ground. His towering frame heaved like a mountain, struggling to stay upright, looking as if he had just been sent to the altar as a sacrificial offering.

“Among the Pantheon, the elephant deity also has a place…”

The black robed man, holding a black crystal ball in his hand, spoke softly to the robust figure before him: “This is your true home…”

“The one I follow… has never… been the elephant deity…”

The robust figure panted heavily, forcing out the low words from his mouth.

“Oh?”

The black robed man seemed a bit surprised and asked, “Then who do you follow?”

As if recalling something, he smiled and said, “That sovereign emperor you keep mentioning?”

The robust figure remained silent, not giving an answer.

The black robed man raised another hand, bringing a deep cyan, diamond-shaped gem to his eye for closer inspection. He mused to himself: “You are all excellent seeds, full of potential…

The one you revere as a king must be even more remarkable.

If I get the chance, I would love to meet him soon…”

A gentle breeze swirled around the black robed man, lifting the broad hem of his robe.

He pressed the two differently colored crystals against each other in his hands, allowing deep cyan energy to continuously flow into the black crystal ball.

Soon, a new flame ignited within the black crystal ball. In an instant, it seemed that a vast and malevolent will had awakened and descended…

The blond man, wearing a platinum mask, narrowed his eyes at the scene before him.

The organization called the Pantheon before him was shrouded in mystery. The influence and presence of the Mosa Sect spanned almost every corner of this planet. As the Eleventh Throne of the Mosa Sect, he had never heard of this organization.

But the methods and strength they currently exhibited truly made him take notice.

Mosa roams the world collecting objects related to ancient deities, primarily to use as sacrificial offerings for the deities of hunting and combat.

They do not have the ability to tap into the power contained within various divine artifacts.

But this organization known as the Pantheon, led by the black robed man who calls himself the Holy Envoy of All Gods, can easily wield the power of any ancient deity without any devotional barriers, as if truly blessed and favored by all gods.

It was unfathomable to him.

This was also why he was willing to patiently remain a bystander and watch the black robed man perform without intervening.

“Another anchor point of a deity has landed, the feathered serpent deity who commands the sky is returning…”

The black robed man murmured from beneath the deep cyan glow of energy enveloping him.

“I can feel it…”

Deep cyan light shot forth from countless cracks between the stones of the vast grayish-white pyramid.

Winds arose in this vast space.

The grass and trees around the pyramid rustled, as if they were cheering, rejoicing, singing, welcoming the imminent arrival of something.

The robes of the black robed men around the pyramid fluttered in the wind. No one spoke, the entire area was wrapped in an aura of mysterious solemnity.

When the cyan flame within the black crystal ball in the black robed man’s hand reached its peak brightness, the diamond-shaped crystal in his other hand quietly shattered and fell from his fingers.

The mysterious ritual seemed to be nearing its conclusion.

Underneath his robe, he quietly opened his eyes.

His gaze fell on the robust elephant protector beside him, and he spoke softly: “You are fortunate to be the first to bathe in the grace of the feathered serpent deity at the moment of all gods’ return…”

As he finished speaking, the elephant protector, who had been serving as a sacrificial offering at the top of the pyramid, suddenly let out a low roar similar to an elephant’s trumpeting.

It was as if he had suddenly broken through some constraint.

His already massive body swelled even further, and a mysterious force field burst forth from within him, instantly breaking free from his restraints.

Without the slightest hesitation, the elephant protector, upon breaking free, smartly refrained from attacking anyone around him. Instead, he took a leap from the top of the pyramid.

He knew very well that the two figures standing at the pyramid’s summit-the black robed man from the Pantheon and the blond man with the platinum mask-were not beings he could afford to provoke.

The elephant protector moved with agility that sharply contrasted his massive frame. In an instant, he landed at the base of the pyramid and began to sprint away.

Facing the sudden escape of the “sacrificial offering,” the black robed man at the top of the pyramid showed no sign of emotional reaction.

He merely glanced down at the fleeing elephant protector and softly said, “Go… bring back this poor, lost lamb…”

At the base of the pyramid, the monstrous beings that had been standing silently began to move swiftly.

The wind carried a tinge of a foul scent.

As several hideous shadows sliced through the air like lightning, the smell of blood surged forth.

“Swish-“

The elephant protector performed a sharp back bend, narrowly evading a shadow that had lunged at him.

When he straightened back up, a deep gash had appeared across his chest and abdomen, narrowly avoiding being disemboweled.

The elephant protector’s expression remained unchanged.

His muscles contracted, rapidly forcing the wound to close, and he continued his frantic charge forward.

At this moment, the distinct traits that set him apart from ordinary Divine Servants of the evil deity became evident.

Unable to rely on the power of the evil deity any longer, his skills as a top-tier martial artist obtained him a glimmer of hope in this dire predicament.

His enormous body moved with unexpected agility, unlike a protector who had inherited the power of the elephant deity. Having broken through the barrier to the True Intent level of pure martial arts, he was rapidly transforming into a Grandmaster-level martial artist. His innate combat instincts allowed him to narrowly escape what seemed like certain death time and again.

However, no matter how hard he tried, no matter how much potential he unleashed, as more and more monsters joined the fray, merging into a black tide of menacing shadows, he became like a small boat facing a colossal tsunami, instantly battered to pieces.

“Rip-“

A muscular arm was brutally torn off by one of the monsters.

Thick, dark blood sprayed into the sky.

The elephant protector let out a faint groan, his face pale, but he didn’t slow down for a moment, keeping his original pace as he charged forward.

However, before he could cover much ground, a violent gust of wind came at him from one side.

At the exact moment he stepped forward, he was unable to evade.

He watched helplessly as his leg below the left knee exploded into a mist of blood and vanished.

“Bang!”

The elephant protector stumbled, lunging forward and falling to one knee.

A large shadow cast over the ground before him, blocking out the daylight.

Looking up, he saw several massive and grotesque figures silently closing in, completely cutting off his escape.

Fierce and malicious gazes roamed over his body, contemplating how to divide him.

At this moment, the unwavering will of the elephant protector began to waver slightly, and a sliver of despair surfaced in his heart.

He desperately tried to find a glimmer of hope through the gaps between the monsters in front of him, his eyes bewildered, and he murmured softly.

“I just want to get out of here alive…”

As the words left his mouth, the acolytes of the Pantheon had already extended their monstrous hands to grab him and take him back to the altar.

But then, unexpectedly-

“Bang!”

A crisp explosion sounded.

The monstrous hand reaching for the elephant protector suddenly froze.

“Boom!”

A massive, headless corpse fell heavily in front of the elephant protector.

“Uh…”

The elephant protector was stunned.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Three more explosive sounds followed.

The heads of the remaining three Pantheon acolyte monsters in front of the elephant protector burst one after another, splattering a mix of red and white.

Three grotesque figures fell, and once again, light shone upon his path forward.

But this time…

Along the path that led to life stood a human silhouette.

Reflected in the elephant protector’s eyes was a tall and slender figure.

That figure walked towards him, backlit by the light, making their face hard to discern.

Only the brilliant aura surrounding the figure was visible.

He slowly approached the elephant protector, extending a hand to gently touch his forehead with his fingertips.

His clear and gentle eyes looked down upon the elephant protector as he softly spoke.

“You shall have whatever you wish.”

The elephant protector froze.

Moments later, his robust and majestic body bowed deeply, his forehead touching the ground at the man’s feet. He murmured softly.

“Sovereign Emperor…”

Lu Yuan gazed calmly at the scarred elephant protector, a faint and indescribable emotion stirring within him.

Among the Eight Great Protectors of the evil martial alliance, the elephant protector was likely the only one who truly remained loyal to him.

Others could die without him caring.

But the elephant protector-if there was a chance to save him, he would certainly take it.

This crisis seemed to have pressured the elephant protector to break through the barrier of pure martial arts, smoothly advancing to the Grandmaster level…

All the more reason to save him.

Protector Rou and others, who had been following behind Lu Yuan, quickly stepped forward to support the elephant protector and swiftly retreated.

During this time, several Pantheon acolyte monsters roared as they charged forward, but under the mental power-concentrated [divine weapon] attacks from Lu Yuan, their heads were blasted apart before they could get close, collapsing to the ground.

Lu Yuan didn’t even bother to lift a finger, handling them effortlessly.

Surrounding him were seven or eight headless corpses of Pantheon acolyte monsters, blood splattered all around.

An invisible aura of intimidation radiated from his body.

No more monsters dared to approach; instead, each retreated stealthily, faces full of dread.

At that moment, Lu Yuan sensed a distant gaze falling upon him.

Following the direction of that gaze, he looked up.

He saw two figures, seemingly leaders, standing at the top of the gray-white pyramid, watching him.

Lu Yuan’s gaze lingered briefly on the blond man wearing a platinum mask before shifting to the black robed man, whose aura was deep and mysterious.

His eyes met the black robed man’s in the void.

He clearly read a hint of curiosity and keen interest in the eyes hidden beneath the black robe.

“So you are their ‘king’? The so-called sovereign emperor?”

The black robed man spoke from atop the pyramid, looking down on them.

Lu Yuan did not respond directly but instead gave a slight smile.

Then, with a calm expression, he spoke softly.

“Since you’ve heard of my title and seen me… why aren’t you kneeling?”

As those words left his mouth, an immense and inexplicable aura began to rise from Lu Yuan.

It spread rapidly like an invisible membrane, expanding until it enveloped the entire area.

In that moment.

Even though Lu Yuan stood at the base of the gray-white pyramid…

It felt as though everyone on the scene had to look up to him.