Chapter 559 - Chapter 559: Chapter 412 I Wish I Had Never Been Born (4K) (1/2)

Chapter 559: Chapter 412 I Wish I Had Never Been Born (4K)

The endless sky above teemed with extraordinary phenomena; amidst swirling clouds and mist, numerous legendary figures of the Heavenly Enlightenment Level shone like the constellations, each one casting a brilliant, attention-grabbing light.

Clad in fiery red battle armor, Marshal Horatio radiated intense heat, his eyes like burning Flames, wielding a massive Flame Sword that eternally blazed with inextinguishable Flames.

This sword, known as “Flame Prison,” was one of the most powerful Alchemical Weapons in Claud World, fashioned from Forbidden rare artifacts with “enhancement effects,” consuming human life during its forging.

Its wielder could manipulate Flames, igniting the very air around, creating a sea of fire that made escape impossible for enemies.

And the more powerful the user, the larger the sea of fire that could be unleashed. Without a doubt, Marshal Horatio possessed a strength approaching the Apocalypse Middle Rank, capable of forming a sea of fire vast enough to incinerate an entire city.

“We must stop that man; otherwise, the future will be unbearable, not just for Lorne, but none of you will escape… Once that man reaches the Apocalypse Upper Rank, he will surely conquer the world, and we all know too well his ambition and desire for vengeance, mere supremacy will never satisfy him.”

Horatio paused, then continued, “What he aspires to is an ‘Invincible’ strength, a degree of might that would pose no threat from all the peoples of the world combined, and there’s really only one way to become that powerful… and that is to become a God.”

As soon as he spoke, a man dressed in golden robes among those present began to look troubled. After pondering for a moment, he couldn’t help but speak up,

“Marshal Horatio, mind your words. A God is a God from the moment of creation, it is absolutely impossible to become a God later! The Great Blazing Sun is above us; are you all determined to turn a blind eye?”

If anyone else had said this, perhaps they would have been mocked with the retort, “Apart from the God of Reforging, the Gods have not appeared or issued Divine Oracles for a hundred years.”

However, the man in the golden robes could not tolerate such comments.

Anyone who dared to speak blasphemy to him had to risk a fight to the death because he was the Pope of the Sun Church.

He was an august and sacred figure, with long golden hair that shone like the rays of the sun, eyes deep and bright, and a face marked with the symbol of the sun.

The Sun Pope’s golden robe was emblazoned with the patterns of the sun, the material of the robe was exceptional, shimmering with golden light, just like the sun’s brilliance, with a sun-shaped necklace around his neck, holding a formidable Forbidden rare artifact known as the Sun Scepter.

This Forbidden rare artifact was one of the few, and its magic lay in the fact that it was not only a Forbidden rare artifact but also a mighty weapon blessed by the Blazing Sun.

Anyone who held the Sun Scepter could gain endless energy, never to exhaust their strength or energy reserves as long as they were bathed in sunlight.