The Pla Field suppresses all life forms on the Black Mountain, even the Legendary ones, who, despite their lightning-fast speed, are not immune and cannot fly.

Although this "Corpse Flood" hardly troubles them, all the Legends are now obstructed.

However, the spectators at the foot of the mountain have no choice but to retreat, albeit behind them lies the Fog Sea formed by the "Death Breath". Comparatively, they still have some reserves of Original Force Crystals, Body Enhancement Agents, and Black Quartz Helmets.

Inside the Fog Sea, they can survive for a while.

Especially Tang Qi, who, under the envious gaze of other Transcendents, leisurely takes out his reserve supplies.

If it weren't for the critical timing, Tang Qi would even think about doing a little business right there and then.

As the "flood" made up of corpses, Resentful Souls, and Rotten Heads ravaged the mountain, Ludwig finally overcame the last giant stone step. He had already become a true "mummy", with tattered clothes and immensely weak, walking toward the chair.

But everyone could see, his eyes, they were emitting light.

Devout, intense light!

He walked step by step towards the chair, and as expected, no other "Saint" appeared during this time.

The Saints that the Second Rotten Head intentionally leaked hadn't shown up.

But with every step Ludwig took, the dark towering peak underwent unbelievable changes.

Thunder boomed!

Thick, blazing lightning thundered without warning.

Immediately followed by a storm that sliced through everything.

Acid rain, capable of corroding even the Black Stone, poured down.

The air filled with ancient sharp blades bearing down upon him.

Scorching flames emerged, tearing through his flesh.

...

In the midst of disaster, a thorn emerged, soon spreading into countless thorns, encircling the figure whose body was almost destroyed, only his eyes growing more and more splendid, an old yet firm preaching voice echoed within the ruins.

"Those not practicing the doctrine of physical embodiment follow the path of Magic!"

"Those not practicing the doctrine of physical embodiment follow the path of Magic!"

A voice imbued with absolute reason, in an instant making everyone feel as if they had realized something, Ludwig's figure gradually merged with that of an ancient figure.

"Martin Sims!"

"Is Ludwig the reincarnation of the Holy Confessor? Is this most powerful 'Saint' about to return to earth?"

A surprising yet perfectly logical speculation arose in the heart of all spectators.

Ludwig displayed the perfect will of an Ascetic.

In the final moments, the "Saints" who escorted him.

And the next moment, as if regaining the "talkative" attribute, the Second Rotten Head's eerie voice came drifting.

"The Lord of Thorns says: You will endure suffering, you will be scarred all over, you will become king amidst the thorns."

The prompted crowd trembled in madness.

This scene fit almost perfectly with the prophecy of the "Lord of Thorns".

But, there were differences.

The Second Rotten Head, from the "Rotten Head" designated as "Second", a contemporary strong being of Martin Sims and with deep enmity towards the Confessor, why would he help Ludwig fend off that group of Legends if Ludwig really was the reincarnation of Martin Sims?

As the audience was irresistibly plunged into contemplation, Ludwig had already arrived in front of the massive chair.

Boom! Boom!

The thorny crown and Thorny Clothes, these two "Divine Artifacts" flew up at the same time.

At this moment, there was no need for the Second Rotten Head's impediment.

In the venue, no one could stop Ludwig from ascending the "Throne".

An unimaginable radiance shone on the mountain top.

Within the radiance, lay powerful, irresistible Divine Power.

Any life form, regardless of camp, stepping into it would instantly undergo "Confession Judgment".

Even the knights of the Bright Church might not survive under this radiance.

Everyone could only watch as "Ludwig", amidst the thorns, sat on the Throne, donned the "Thorny Clothes", wore the thorny crown, the light gradually returned to his body, unknowingly becoming immensely tall and majestic, like a king.

But this body was somewhat eerie.

On his shoulder still remained a...rotten head.

The Second Rotten Head!

Was he still alive?

Martin Sims reincarnated, wearing the "Thorny Suit" couldn't kill him?

Everyone's minds were swirling with doubts.

Their eyes simultaneously reflected: the Second Rotten Head at this moment, fiercely smiling, completely immune to the "Confession Light", he suddenly leaned close to Ludwig's ear, looking at Ludwig, who seemed to start aging, the majestic face.

Was the rebirth not completely successful?

Had the Confessor miscalculated?

Familiar features made the Second Rotten Head appear contorted, he without hesitation opened his mouth, and alongside a "crunch", Ludwig lost at least a quarter of his head.

The Second Rotten Head chewed gratifyingly, the bright red juice flowing, utterly indifferent to the eeriness of the scene.

Whether it was the Legends or the spectators at the foot of the mountain, all were shocked, their hearts stopped, pupils madly constricted.

The Second Rotten Head, as if harboring deep hatred, for the sake of revenge, restraining and binding himself, after enduring countless hardships, finally came to the moment of revenge.

Everyone even saw, as he chewed, viscous blood tears constantly streamed down his decaying eye sockets, he wept, laughing wildly, gratifyingly devouring, while beginning to disclose to his "food".

"Old undying Sims, I've finally caught you."

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