At the foot of the mountain, spectators who are powerful "Transcendents" in the real world can do nothing but widen their eyes to watch that sudden appearance and disappearance of an axe shadow, which instantly slayed two "Legendary Level" beings.

In front of the smooth, immense Black Stone, stood a pale-skinned middle-aged man dressed in an old-era tailcoat and a bow tie. He ignored all other Transcendents present, nodded to "Ludwig," then turned to the three "Undying Pioneers" with a gentle smile spread across his face.

Afterward, his figure began to slowly dissipate.

In the void above Black Mountain, it was as if his maxim was still echoing:

"Justice, never absent?"

"Is it that Lord?"

Not far from Tang Qi, a female Transcendent who had birthed an "Evil Baby" due to contamination, who hadn't even had time to take a healing secret medicine, watched in disbelief as the shadow disappeared, murmuring to herself.

The rest of the Eagle's Nest Association's members, including two High-level Deacons, all nodded in agreement.

At this moment, a name surfaced in the minds of all Transcendents present.

"Holy Axe Bearer!"

"Lord Justice Lincoln!"

Among the Twelve Saints, the most powerful candidates include Saint Confessor Martin Sims and a few others. However, in terms of fame and reputation among the populace, the most recognized are actually the few who joined the "Saints" last, with Holy Axe Bearer Justice Lincoln being the most acknowledged.

Although his "death" is shrouded with mystery, his funeral was witnessed by the entire Federation's populace.

Now, resurrected?

"To be precise, it was a projection of power left in advance by His Lordship. Everyone knows he was close friends with Holy Confessor Sims. If all this was arranged by Lord Sims, perhaps we will see not only the Holy Axe Lord but others as well..."

"Saints!"

The High-level Deacon wearing a monkey mask had just finished his sentence when the deacon beside him with a crow mask chimed in.

Simultaneously, other spectators reacted similarly.

Clearly, they all realized that all of this might have been anticipated by that "Holy Confessor," so the Saint had prepared a backup, clearing the way for his indirect disciple "Ludwig."

And for Transcendents with a bit of common sense from the Mysterious Side, it is clear that Martin Sims's popularity is terribly formidable.

Nearly half of the Twelve Saints are his good friends, and even the few who don't have a personal relationship with Sims respect this Lord Confessor who abides by the "path of personal practice."

Saints are all at least at the 'Demigod Level,' witnessing their actions, even if it's just a projection, is thrilling enough.

Of course, this is mostly the sentiment of the Order Camp, but the appearance of those from the Chaotic and Evil Camp was not quite pleasant to see.

At this moment, taking advantage of the audience's stunned silence and when the legends also stopped at the same time, Rotten Head appeared again, squirming out from Ludwig's shoulder, its flesh flipping and moving to the back of the Ascetic, facing the legends.

He emitted a piercing cold laugh and infuriating mockery.

"I told you already, foolish Ludwig is the successor chosen by Sims. Not only can't you hurt him, but you also can't surpass him to seize that Thorny Suit."

"Does it anger you? That thorny crown and Thorny Clothes are genuine and imbued with Divinity. Even an ordinary person could become a 'Saint' just by donning them, and even this old man is tempted."

"Divine Equipment right before your eyes, yet you can only look and not touch. The only one who can take it is slowly moving like a snail, making it all the more infuriating as you watch."

This unending "talkative" mockery seemed to finally have some effect.

Even at a great distance, Tang Qi could feel the legends' aura beginning to fluctuate.

Among them, those from three organizations were the most agitated.

Ancient Mystical Vault!

Mam Sanatorium!

Bright Church!

The first two were aggrieved because the Holy Axe Bearer's projection had directly slain one of their legends.

Mam Sanatorium is just a truly evil organization that gathers madmen and the mentally ill.

But the Ancient Mystical Vault, which always extols the Order Neutral Camp, now had a legendary agent openly recognized as a "Saint" slain by them, and the legendary agent who took over after Crystal's death, wearing a White Bone Mask, emanated an intense, chilling murderous intent.

As for the Bright Church, it's even more understandable. Even in a church where "Divine Artifacts" are common, the Thorny Suit is an absolutely top-tier Curio.

It should have been one of the Church's treasures, but now it's poised to fall into the hands of a nobody.

For a time, the entire Black Mountain was shrouded in an eerie atmosphere.

At the mountain's base, the audience watched with bated breath, while the legends tacitly stopped fighting at the same moment. Their gazes once again passed over "Ludwig" and focused on the front, on the huge, towering "Black Stone Steps."

There was unanimous speculation in their minds.

Which "Saint" would appear next?

The one who didn't care was Ludwig.

Still resembling a dried corpse, wobbling as he moved, his body emitted an aura of devotion and asceticism. Laboriously, step by step, he climbed each Black Stone Step, resolutely making his way to the summit, to the chair where the "Thorny Suit" lay.

It seemed to everyone's eyes that beneath the suppressing "Pla Field," a flame of life was burning.

"Which organization will make the next move?"

This thought was incredibly firm in Tang Qi's heart.

He stared at the legendary figures enveloped in swathes of "Oil Paint" and "Ghost Light," who closely followed behind Ludwig.

"The reputation of the Twelve Saints isn't hard to deter ordinary Transcendents or supernatural forces, but those gathered here now include organizations such as Rotten Head, Eternal Council, Mysterious Deformed Show—even if a real Saint were to resurrect, they dare to make a move, let alone just a projection?"

As his thoughts flickered, Tang Qi blinked.

Above, Ludwig, who was climbing, suddenly slipped, and his whole body plunged from the height, falling towards the steps below.

At that moment, blue starlight formed a miniature universe around him, enveloping Ludwig as he continually fell without a bottom in sight, pleasant chimes of wind bells, drifting feathers, and direct murmurs resonating deep within the soul swept over the entire Black Mountain.

The audience, one by one, lowered their heads, entering a state of deep, profoundly peaceful "sleep."

"Suffering from the erosion of the Dream God..."

As this Information Fragment burst in Tang Qi's mind, he had already awakened ahead of time.

Almost simultaneously, the legends also came to their senses.

How long did time continue... half a second?

No, even less.

Without "intervention," this time would have been enough for a Legendary Level "Dream Master" to take Ludwig away.

An old man with a benevolent and gentle countenance, wearing a long flowing blue robe and sparse white hair, and a special hat adorned with bright, varied feathers—as if the feathers of all creatures in the world appeared on it—emerged from the storm.

As he passed, starlight paved the ground, and wind chimes sounded.

When a gentle breeze blew by, the old man and Ludwig simultaneously turned into blue starlights, twinkling, about to leave the "Pla Field" and enter the dreamlike palace that appeared outside the mountain peak.

But at that moment, another phantom figure emerged from the smooth, mirror-like Black Stones of the massive step that caused Ludwig to fall.

It was a lady!

She wore a snow-white gown and a crown that seemed to be made of ice and snow, her long hair spilled down to her ankles, her facial features were elvish, and she radiated a light that was holy and natural—a light that made all evil feel ashamed.

In the arena, no one could meet her gaze.

As her phantom slowly stepped forward, everything on Black Mountain froze.

She looked towards "Dream God Palace," ancient and mysterious words flowing from her lips. In an instant, everyone's mind felt a gentle, peaceful light shining down.

"The power of dreams should not fall into the hands of evil."

Accompanied by the sound of Elvish, the all-illuminating light burst forth.

No wails, no screams.

In the frozen world, another breeze came, carrying the sound of flowing water, bird song, the whispers of trees, and the chanting of Elves... when everything returned to normal, the dreamy palace wrapped in splendid lattices could no longer be seen by anyone.

That "kindly" Legendary Level Dream Master, he now curled up like a baby in the void, with a faint smile on his lips, seemingly immersed in beautiful dreams, accompanied by light snoring. The old man's body turned into white points of light and dissolved into the breeze.

Not far away, on the cold Black Stone, Ludwig slowly came to.

Originally like a "dried corpse," his flesh now visibly recovered at a speed discernible to the naked eye, his skin became full and rosy, his movements lightened, and the dead stillness and withering were replaced by a vibrant breath of life.

The only unchanged thing was his absorbed state.

After stretching lazily, he continued his climb up the giant steps.

On his shoulder, a bright red "meat tumor" quietly swelled.

With a 'plop,' the Second Rotten Head reemerged.

He seemed to have detected an extremely distasteful smell, squinting his rotten eyes, and muttered in a voice that everyone could hear:

"I knew the gossip from those Eternal Council folks wasn't wrong, Frita that hardcore bitch... sure enough has something going on with that old man, Simms. No wonder she isn't interested in the handsomest William Hid, truly a disgusting and sour smell."

As this filthy speech, laden with rich information, came out, everyone's mind churned with similar memory fragments.

The holy figure, too pure for anyone to look directly at, gradually overlapped with a "Saint" from historical legend.

"The Saint who, during the Dark Era, revived countless civilians and replaced the Elf Clan to sign peace treaties with Humans."

"One of the Twelve Saints, the great, holy Elf Princess 'Frita'."

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