foreigner's journey

Chapter 1458 Please lend me a helping hand

Chapter 1458 Please lend me a hand

The clarion call of war sounded once again.

As the Tower of God, Ainir Ilim, reappears in the world, a new war is about to begin, no less than the war for the fragments of the Ring hundreds of years ago.

The Grek Legion is very powerful and is currently changing its marching route from the border of Gelid, heading directly for the Spiral Tower.

The huge carriage pulled by ten goblins is like a mobile palace. It is the [Golden Summer Palace] of Greg.

The palace was decorated in a magnificent manner, even with a touch of extravagance of a nouveau riche, and was decorated everywhere with jewels and gold looted from the city of Stonewell.

Greg, a handsome man with long golden hair, stood naked on the floor in the center of the palace, allowing his servants to remove bloody "parts" from his body and place them in a large barrel beside him.

"Damn Starbreaker Latarn, he actually destroyed all the parts I collected with great difficulty..."

The limb-replacing Greg had a gloomy face. He took the white gauze offered by the servants, wiped off the blood on his body, and put on the luxurious royal robe.

Thanks to the cursed energy given to him by Heather, he can easily control biological parts that were originally impossible to fuse. He calls it the "King's Weapon".

The wings and fire-breathing sac of a flying dragon, the high-pressure water cannon launch system of the giant lobster that runs rampant on the shores of Lake Lienia, the mighty arms of the Great Rune Bear that are powerful enough to tear apart the body of a demigod, and even the silk launchers of corrupt followers and the fingers of fingerworms... The more parts Greg collects, the stronger he becomes, and he will be able to collect even stronger parts next.

After being weak for so long, Greg's mentality was obviously floating when he suddenly gained powerful strength. He even did not take Starshatter Ratan, the strongest demigod, seriously.

In his opinion, only the Selected in the Borderland could make him a little afraid, and the rest were all chickens and dogs. First, destroy the Red Lion Corps of Latan, and then lead the troops to the Holy Tree of Mikaela to capture the bitch Marenia alive, and make her pay the heaviest price for humiliating him.

The emergence of Shadow Land and Tower of God further magnified his grand ambitions.

As long as he grasped the secret of the Tower of God, he could ascend to God in one step. At that time, he would no longer have to worry about the mysterious selector, and he could even seize the selector's power for his own use!

Of course, considering the Selector's early angel investment in him, Greg thought he could give full play to his generosity as a new god and let the Selector be a court jester, a position that suited him well.

Just when the limb-reattached Greg was feeling elated, General Shattering Star's "Great Wilderness Starfall" was like a heavy slap in the face to him.

The 'King's Weapon' that he was so proud of was simply unable to launch effective and fatal attacks on General Shattering Star, and it was even difficult to break through the opponent's gravity magic defense layer.

Instead, their own king's weapons were destroyed one after another by the opponent's meteors. Even though the Grek Legion continued to supply the previously collected stocks to the front line, it still could not keep up with the speed of consumption.

In other words, the power of the curse was magical enough to allow Greg to transfer his injuries to biological parts or even soldiers he randomly captured. Otherwise, he would have been beaten into a sieve by General Starshatter's gravity magic.

When the battle between the two sides was in full swing, General Shatterstar suddenly called back his troops, as if he had more important things to do than taking off the head of the limb-grafted Greg.

This made Greg feel both fearful and indignant.

How dare you underestimate me, the legitimate heir of the Golden Family! Do you know that I inherited the bloodline and core Great Rune of Golden Godwin?

By the way, speaking of the Great Rune... I shouldn't have handed the Great Rune over to the Selector in the first place. If I have the chance, I must snatch the Great Rune back from the Selector.

That selector who only takes advantage of others' misfortunes... I will make you pay the price for humiliating me in the past!

He completely forgot that his abilities were all supported by the cursed energy given to him by Heather.

Just as Greg was daydreaming about punching the selector and kicking the Valkyrie, a voice as soft as a young girl suddenly rang out from the palace.

[With such a magnanimous attitude, he cannot be a candidate for the king. 】

Greg was furious when he heard this. Who dared to speak so arrogantly in my mobile summer palace?

As soon as he stood up, he saw a blurry white figure standing in the hall of the mobile palace.

It wasn't that there was something wrong with his eyesight, but that the other party had intentionally blurred his existence. Greg could only barely see that the white figure had long blond hair.

"Guards! Guards! Where are my knights?"

For some reason, Greg suddenly panicked. He called out to his knights, but no one responded.

Why? My knights and soldiers are loyal to me, how could they allow assassins to break in? Unless...

Greg's eyes widened because he saw his soldiers kneeling in front of the white figure with expressions of great respect, as if they were facing not a mysterious assassin but their lord Greg himself.

"Y-You are... Impossible!"

Clang! Greg stepped back repeatedly, hit his body on the throne and fell down, his face full of panic.

[Poor and pathetic Greg, even though your meanness and cowardice cannot be corrected, you are still worth saving.]

The blurry white figure slowly approached Greg. The closer it got, the less Greg could see the other person's appearance.

Only now did he understand that it was not that the other party's existence was intentionally blurred, but that the other party had stripped away part of his existence!

This is definitely not a means that ordinary people can possess. Only powerful demigods can... wait, a god?

Greg's face was pale. The other party took advantage of the moment when he was at his weakest, when he was badly beaten by General Starbreaker and all his royal weapons were stripped away. It was obvious that he didn't want to chat with him.

He immediately rushed to the large barrel in the center of the hall, where the broken weapons and pieces of meat were stored. Even if their effectiveness was greatly reduced, as long as he could get in touch with them, he would not be powerless to fight...

Greg froze in place as he tried to move, because a blurry white hand was gently placed on his forehead.

[Greck... your heart is filled with resentment, inferiority and anger.

This is not your fault, but the problem of this era and this world.

Please don't cry and don't worry, I will definitely make the world right again.

By then, everything in the world will be filled with love and peace, and there will be no more disputes in the world.

Please lend me a helping hand... with your life and soul, okay? 】

Greg tried desperately to open his mouth and shout, but he couldn't make even a sound. It seemed as if his body was no longer under his control.

Then, he heard unfamiliar words coming out of his mouth:

"As you command, great Mikaela."