Rumble …
The whole mountain range let out a deafening roar. Boulders rolled down, glaciers shifted, and the huge giant separated from the mountain and sat up.
It was not until then that it was discovered that the whole mountain range was actually a throne, and the giant was leaning against the armrest, sitting on the throne in a contemplative posture.
Perhaps because he had been contemplating for too long, the throne had turned into a frozen mountain range, and the giant had been wrapped in soil and rocks, becoming a part of the mountain.
Until now, he had been reawakened.
Michael seemed to have expected this. He just happened to stand on the ridge at the edge of the throne, and not much of the mountain peeled off.
Although there were some falling stones that happened to hit him, he stood motionless, letting his white robe and golden hair flutter. Those stones were naturally evaporated by the light emitted from his body.
He looked up at the giant's face that had opened his eyes and said loudly, "Augustus, do you know why I'm here?"
Slater Augustus.
"The Most Ancient King of Words," "Black Emperor," "Dragon Speaker," "Last Descendant of the Giants …" These were his titles.
Of course, because he had lived for too long, he had more messy titles, and the ones above were just the most representative ones. His website was m.9biquge. com
Some people also called him the Giant Kingdom, because he was integrated with his throne, which was the last territory of the Giant Kingdom.
In the northern highlands, in the mountain range adjacent to the Gray Fog Wall, he alone was a kingdom.
Of course, this title also meant that Augustus's combat power was comparable to that of a country.
As one of the three God-level Black Wizards in recorded history, Augustus's strength was beyond doubt. Not only was his magic powerful, but he was also a giant, and the racial advantage made his physical quality very strong.
It could even be said that he was a God-level in both aspects, with almost no shortcomings.
Although the rating list of the Truth Society did not provide a ranking, in many private discussions, Augustus was always recognized as the strongest in the world.
This statement was ridiculous in Michael's eyes.
Augustus was powerful, but in the Road of Fire Sword, there was no lack of strong people who could match him.
It was just that no one knew about them.
Even Michael himself had the confidence to defeat Augustus. The premise was that he had to make preparations in advance, use all his strength, and be prepared to die.
However, all of these old fellows cherished their lives even more than the other. No one would really be willing to fight with their lives on the line with someone at the same level as them. This sort of foolish action simply didn't make up for the losses and was completely meaningless.
But who knew that he would encounter that terrifying fellow …
Michael couldn't help but recall what had happened to him not long ago. Even though it was only a clone, he could still empathize with the experience of being beaten up.
"Oh … Michael?"
The giant that had awakened from the mountain range muttered to himself. He let out a deep and sonorous voice that sounded like a pipe organ, dispersing the surrounding clouds.
Then he blinked and shook off many stones, soil, and trees.
His eyes were as deep as obsidian and filled with the light of wisdom. He lowered his head and reflected the golden-haired figure in a white robe that was extremely tiny compared to him.
With the movement of his neck, the crown on his head was also exposed.
It was a crown that was pitch-black like a burnt tree. The cracks on it flickered like a burning fire.
Augustus tried his best to recall. He seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep because he was too bored thinking about a spell after sending away his previous disciple …
This sleep had lasted for a full 30 years.
Thinking about it, that little fellow called Wang Erde should have found the existence that was different from the rest in the trajectory of fate.
That stone that splashed out layers of ripples.
Then he realized that this old friend in front of him also had the "water stains" from fate. He smiled and said, "Did you wake me up just to let me see you get beaten up?"
Augustus pretended to think for a moment. He chuckled softly and seriously commented, "Then I have to say, it is indeed very beautiful."
Michael naturally knew that Augustus could see through what had happened to his clone. However, even though he knew the personality of this giant in front of him, it was not a glorious experience. He couldn't help but say with a dark face, "Stop your terrible humor. Forget it, I almost forgot that I can't beat around the bush when talking to you —"
He knocked on the mountain with the red cross and said, "Who is the owner of that bookstore?"
Augustus shook his head, "I don't know."
Michael didn't believe him, "You don't know? That gargoyle is always yours, right? "
Augustus showed a nostalgic expression and said, "That was the work of my previous disciple. Isn't it pretty good?"
Michael looked up and stared at him, "That was before you fell into a deep sleep, at least 30 years ago, right? You definitely saw where it ended up from the gargoyle. "
"I'm not good at calculating the trajectory of fate. To me, before my clone entered that bookstore, that bookstore was an invisible line of fate. But to you, you should have seen it from the gargoyle. I don't believe that you didn't push it."
"Moreover … that bookstore owner seems to be related to the ancient dragon, Barkak. You should know that guy, right?"
In the face of Michael's doubts, Augustus smiled and said, "Barkak is already dead."
Michael sneered, "I personally felt the aura of the Dragon of Calamity. Shouldn't you have seen it too? 'It's indeed very beautiful.'"
In other words, he suspected that Barkak wasn't dead. Or rather, it wasn't Barkak who died, but only someone's identity.
Augustus adjusted his posture and said, "Barkak is indeed dead, but he was once a descendant of the Silver Witch. After he died, he went to the dream of Snow Country and became a tree there. He died a worthy death."
Michael's pupils shrank.
"So." Augustus continued, "He isn't related to Barkak, but to the First Witch."
Michael's heart beat wildly. When he established the Road of Fire Sword, he was most afraid that the First Witch would wake up from the dream. Because his action of prying open the crack of the dream was exactly the opposite of what the First Witch did back then.
In the end, the First Witch didn't wake up, but a ruthless person who seemed to be related to the First Witch appeared.
"You mean, he was sent by the First Witch …"
"I don't know."
Augustus immediately denied it and said meaningfully, "You're right about one thing. I did see the line of fate on the gargoyle, but I stopped there and just let my disciple let nature take its course. I didn't continue to investigate."
He could see it, but he didn't.
It was definitely not because this ancient King of Words wasn't curious.
It was because … he didn't dare.
Michael was speechless for a moment and felt a chill crawl up his spine.
"Also —"
Augustus stretched out his hand and pointed into the distance. He reminded, "One of your angel companions doesn't seem to think that cooperating with the bookstore owner is a good idea. Aren't you going to stop him?"
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