Extraordinary Voyage-Chapter 765 - 658: Battle of Giants

The formidable strength of the Tier 3 Transcendents could ensure that the "Blasphemous Cultist" Ekquwa and the Great Knight "Cold Face" Balger could go without rest for an extended period.

However, enduring in such an environment filled with various negative auras for half a month without interruption was still a grave challenge for them.

Staring at the chaotic but magically luminescent Divine Art Orbit, even the usually indifferent Great Knight "Cold Face" Balger couldn't help but initiate a conversation to alleviate the growing sense of unrest within:

"Even by the time scales of the Ancient Gods, the time needed to reawaken from deep sleep is excessively long.

Fortunately, this is inside the absolutely safe Clock Tower; if it were in the Material World, even sensing danger might be too late to react, even with us actively summoning from the outside."

Beside him, the "Blasphemous Cultist," who had gradually begun to tilt towards order, also disliked this eerie atmosphere and nodded in response to Balger:

"This is the price to pay! The Ancient Gods who have endured through the changing of eras were once great entities of the True God Level, their wisdom vast as the abyss.

Deep Sleep allows those without a foundational belief in the Material World to reduce consumption and safely pass through the long ages. Excluding subjective thought influences enables their rule-bound bodies to gradually adapt to the new world.

Thus, a stable and secure hiding place becomes exceptionally important. Our 'Mist Sea' is like this, and so is the Clock Tower occupied by the Master of the Underworld.

Thankfully, most great beings during their Deep Sleep have their beloved or even Divine Sons like the Azure Beast to protect them. Though the Master of the Underworld may not find it necessary, His progeny probably also..."

Suddenly, a sharp whistling sound resounded beside them, as a streak of gold light abruptly jumped out from the void, caught swiftly by Balger's quick reflexes.

Gazing at the uniquely-shaped golden holy sword, Balger, slightly surprised, soon expressed a cool smile:

"Those 'processed' remnants ultimately didn't waste their value entirely; though they triggered the final contingency plan, the foundational objective was nonetheless achieved.

What matters the loss of a few Great Knights? As long as there is the aid of a Chaos Worm... even the enemy can potentially become allies."

Now, the first task was perfectly completed; only the awakening of the "Chaos Worm" and achieving the initial cooperation is left, marking the first credit of this Clock Tower journey as my own.

Just when he thought the forthcoming time would be as tranquil as the past half month.

Crash!

The giant Skeleton Kings, encircling the mountain ridge, simultaneously turned outward, holding their gigantic, gate-like swords level with their shoulders in a high position defense stance fundamental in swordsmanship.

In an instant, they transformed from ancient watchers into loyal guardians.

Clearly, just by sightseeing the partial worm-like shell flesh structure on them, it was evident they had long been corrupted into the ancient God's beloved.

Witnessing this scene, the two guarding by the Orbit couldn't conceal their surprise and suspicion:

"At this moment? How has someone else made it to the seventh floor?"

Meanwhile.

Stamina was evidently not a concern for the giant Skeleton Kings.

They maintained this highly challenging two-handed sword stance while, under a unified will's command, shifted their steps to form a wedge formation, gradually pointing to a specific direction.

Then, they simultaneously stepped forward.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!...

The earth trembled as 364 ten-meter-tall demons moved simultaneously, akin to an advancing heavy wall.

Behind them, a massive, cross-shaped shadow loomed over the sky, resembling banners of slaughter cast by a god, guiding them relentlessly forward!

Unnoticed, three silhouettes quietly appeared directly ahead of them.

"I say, old Graham, have you all reached such a state that even the core defensive force, once meant for assistance, has switched sides? If this Clock Tower vanishes into the void once more, by the time it reappears, it might be completely overrun by worms, right?"

Standing at the forefront, Milan, although merely a weakling, was forced to engage in a confrontation against the ancient god's beloved; at this point, he could only mentally balance through retort.

The former Crowned Wizard, now devoid of power, save for retaining a bit of authority, the old man could not muster a defense. After being caught off guard by the "Chaos Worm's" surprise attack, maintaining the Clock Tower till now had been a formidable feat.

Glancing at the golden crowns atop the Skeletons' heads, Graham deeply sighed:

"If it wasn't for the Clock Tower's last appearance in the Material World, losing its core crown..."

Then said no more; truthfully, the moment the Chaos Worm moved in, the outcome was entirely preordained. It was merely a question of sooner rather than later.

Meanwhile, looking at the approaching horde of Skeleton Kings, exuding both sacredness and desecration, Aiven finally realized where the familiar feeling came from. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

The "Golden Crown of the Frog God" used as an energy source for the Crown of Miracles bore an uncanny resemblance to the adornments atop these beings' heads. Although the style and detail differed, the grand and rough features were identical.

Probably when the Clock Tower last appeared near the Treasure Sea in the Material World around seven or eight hundred years ago, the crown drifted off due to the conflict here, indirectly leading to the disastrous state today.

According to the old man, the wishing-machine-functioning crown was a crucial orbit core.

But now, anyone could see that reinserting the golden crown back served no purpose; the extensive corruption over nearly a millennium had rendered these Skeleton Kings beyond redemption.

As the distance between the parties narrowed to one kilometer.

With no halt in the giant Skeletons' steps, an inexplicable, insect-like disconcerting song resonated from them, landing in the ears of the three individuals nearby. Even though it spanned across racial languages, they comprehended the meaning and the sorrowful emotions woven into the lyrics:

"The God hails from distant Calcsa!

Along the shore, slicing through the clouds; the dim sun sinks into the lake.

Long shadows descend; there lies Calcsa.

The King's tattered clothes flutter in the wind; the song silently fades in the dim Calcsa.

My soul can no longer sing; my song flows no more like tears.

Only aridity and silence remain in the lost Calcsa..."

This song, whether it's a poem or a prayer, is not paid much attention to by the three Wizards, whether it's their first time hearing it or they've heard it many times before.

They are very aware that besides accessing still useful ancient technology, it's best not to delve deeply into secrets related to Ancient Gods unless necessary.

Especially before one has at least acquired [Divinity] and possesses some form of "Transdimensional Vision"!

Rumble! Rumble!...

Milan looked at the approaching Skeleton Kings, the exceptionally radiant dim yellow Extraordinary Spiritual Light on them, clearly realizing that each of their powers had already surpassed the Tier 3 threshold.

Even after losing the "Golden Crown of the Frog God" as a central piece, unable to form a complete Witchcraft Orbit, they are still a terrifying army that even a Tier 4 Transcendent would find difficult to confront directly.

Thus.

Milan casually put a hand in his pocket, tidied his hairstyle a bit, then... softly retreated behind the crowd.

"Although my strength is almost exhausted, the remaining authority is enough to let you unleash your full power without being restricted by the [Clock Tower], I'll leave it to you."

After Graham said this, he patted Aiven on the shoulder, then... quietly retreated behind Milan.

The two of them simultaneously cast a disdainful glance at each other.

"Hahaha, I've been waiting for you to say that."

Aiven laughed breezily, swung his cloak, and stepped forward alone.

Whoosh——

In an instant, a howling whirlwind erupted between him and the army of Skeleton Kings. Although his cloak fluttered fiercely, he withstood the formidable might of the enemy army single-handedly!

Despite the not-so-tall stature of the Skeleton Kings, there was a composure and confidence exuding from them, calm and unperturbed even when faced with a cataclysmic scenario.

When the distance between the two sides was reduced to eight hundred meters.

The green light in the eye sockets of over three hundred Skeleton Kings suddenly flared up, then their pace gradually quickened, launching a frenzied charge towards Aiven like galloping horses!

Rumble rumble rumble...

The tombstones on the ground leapt up one after another in the intense earthquake, as if the earth itself was being trampled to pieces by them.

Though Aiven, in his human form, stood at a height of one meter nine, he couldn't even reach their legs. It was as if an elephant herd was comically charging at a tiny ant.

When they advanced to less than a hundred meters at high speed.

Snap——

Only then did Aiven softly snap his fingers.

The sky-blue mist quickly spread, and a towering "mountain ridge" covered with moss suddenly crashed to the ground in front of Aiven.

Boom!!!

Then came another.

The vanguard of the Skeleton Kings was mercilessly crushed beneath the mountain, turning into powder, and part of the following forces crashed heavily into the mountain wall due to failing to slow down in time.

Bang——

A pair of rocky arms tore through the mist, and a terrifying Rock Giant, even when hunched over, descended onto the battlefield at a height of a thousand meters.

The [Super Giant Rock Golem: Mountain Giant] had been completely restored, solid and sturdy like a majestic mountain, its back lush with green trees and vines, covered all over with cold, hard black vines like armor, surrounded by earthy yellow Extraordinary Spiritual Light like mountains and seas.

With the semi-finished [Magnetic Ore] providing power, it no longer had the pitiful appearance from when the Snake-man piloted it to escape, where even a mere Holy Knight couldn't be hammered to death.

Swish!

A [King's Rook Castle], Aiven had already brought Milan and Graham into the control room of the [Mountain Giant], with a clear view encompassing everything around them.

After instantly reversing the size disparity, Aiven waved his hand grandly:

"Crush them!"

Boom——!

[True: War Trample]

What is the concept of ten-meter-tall Skeleton Kings against a thousand-meter-tall [Mountain Giant]?

Well, it's probably like... they couldn't even reach its knees if they jumped.