"What?"
The blue-haired man never expected this kind of situation, his mind completely freezing for a mont.
When he heard Lu Ce say he wasn't from the Saint faction, his heart had already sunk to the bottom.
He needed to understand that this ti he had charged out with a determination to die.
Death wasn't terrifying, but if his judgnt was wrong, he would be personally destroying his last hope.
However, this golden, imposing figure said he was Holiness?
What was that...
But at least this seed to indicate a turning point, making him not truly wish for death.
Yet, not being from the Saint faction but being Holiness—what did that an?
In the ancient prophecies, there didn't seem to be any ntion of this situation...
What should he do?
At this mont, everyone originally on the battlefield had stopped fighting, watching this sudden uninvited guest.
The Hell Envoy, having been injured by Lu Ce's earlier strike and intimidated by Pride's powerful aura, didn't dare approach right now.
Xie Antong watched this suddenly appearing figure with uncertainty and suspicion—she didn't recognize him!
With soone of this strength, she should definitely know them unless they were an old player.
But judging by what he just said, it clearly didn't sound like sothing an old player would say.
And imdiately after, she beca even more puzzled.
Because her All-Seeing Eye, which had been continuously locked onto the Death ssenger, was simultaneously analyzing the micro-expressions on the other's face.
She saw... surprise?
The Death ssenger didn't recognize him either?!
Well now... this was becoming interesting.
Xie Antong's lips began to curl with an uncontrollable smile. Could it be?...
This guy was an original inhabitant of this world, an NPC?
It seed variables had arrived!
Excellent. When it ca to variables, she hadn't seen anyone handle them better than Lu Ce.
The Death ssenger hadn't spoken from beginning to end, rely narrowing her eyes as she watched the suddenly appearing blue-haired man.
"What do you an asking if you're from the Saint faction? Don't you know what he is? Did you pass out during the faction selection earlier?"
In the sky, Sun who stood suspended in the air spoke loudly.
Blue-haired man:......
He couldn't speak, looking at Sun. He could also sense the aura emanating from the other party... not a feeling he particularly liked.
He simply looked back at Pride again and asked hesitantly:
"What did you just... say?"
Pride glanced at him sideways. Clearly, Pride didn't have the habit of repeating himself for others.
Feeling sowhat dismissed but with matters of great importance at stake, he could only brace himself and ask again:
"From what you said earlier, are you the leader of the Saint faction?"
"Leader?" A frowning expression appeared on Pride's golden mask. (￣_￣|||)
"That description, I don't like hearing it."
"I am the Supre Will, existing on a completely different level from what you're referring to."
Receiving confirmation once more, the blue-haired man's eyes began to tremble slightly, his entire person becoming exceptionally agitated.
His mind couldn't help but recall the past, rembering that ancient voice that seed to co from a previous era.
"The prophecy said that one day in the future, the Saints would receive guidance and co to this world."
"Perhaps by that ti, everything would still have a thread of hope for reversal."
Was today that day?
But he just said he wasn't from the Saint faction, but the Supre Will...
Suddenly, his heart beca perfectly clear, as if a lightning bolt flashed through his mind from nowhere, and he said with disbelief:
"Are you? The Saint Lord?......"
His mind flashed through countless terms—Saint Lord, Saint King, and similar titles—randomly testing one to see the situation.
But who could have expected that when Lu Ce processed this term in his mind, he found it rather pleasant to hear.
So he slightly nodded, thinking to himself that this address was quite good.
But this nodding motion, in the blue-haired man's eyes, beca confirmation!
It actually was true!
His eyes suddenly erupted with brilliant golden light, like burning flas—that thing called hope.
Even the Saint Lord had arrived, so did that an... there was salvation?!
But simultaneously, those around who clearly knew Lu Ce's identity were all filled with question marks.
Sun: ?
Xie Antong: ?
Death ssenger: ?
How did you suddenly beco the Saint Lord? Wait, that's not right—what even is a Saint Lord!
In this ga's setting, such a thing never seed to exist. What are you talking about?
This ti was different from before—all faction choices and mission requirents were laid out openly.
Everyone knows that making things up is useless.
Xie Antong couldn't help but twitch at the corner of her mouth, as if rembering sothing, with dead mories attacking her.
In her recollection, hadn't similar things happened before? It felt sowhat familiar.
Wasn't this how Lu Ce's "King" identity ca about in another world?
When traveling abroad, whatever identity you claim for yourself becos your identity, right?
Really...
But at this mont, the blue-haired man seed to have been hit with a paralysis spell, standing there with trembling lips, having ntally constructed the entire storyline in his heart.
Why didn't the prophecy ntion anything about the Saint Lord?
That must be because the Saint Lord's status was too high to be covered by the prophecy!
Why didn't the Saint Lord feel like the powerful world dominator he imagined?
That must be because this world's energy was too weak to bear the Saint Lord's authority and power!
Judging by the imposing manner, the Saint Lord's strength was completely beyond doubt.
"You... do you have a way to save this world?"
The grown man actually began to have tears glistening in his eyes as he spoke with a pleading tone.
The expression on Pride's face instantly turned disdainful, even sowhat annoyed, upon hearing these words.
Seeing the "Saint Lord's" expression, he imdiately flustered and said:
"I, Jiang Yuan, swear here and now—please, Saint Lord, save this world. I am willing to serve as your eternal servant, going through fire and water, no matter the..."
"Another waste begging for others to save them." Pride interrupted him directly without letting him finish.
Jiang Yuan froze for a mont, then as if understanding sothing, imdiately clasped his fists and said:
"Saint Lord, may I ask, can I beco a Saint?"
......
Finally, the Death ssenger who had been watching for a long ti could no longer hold back.
"I say, how long do you plan to continue this farce?"
"What useless things are you talking about? Becoming a Saint or not—is that sothing you can just decide to beco?"
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