Chapter 1905 The Pyramid of Power Collapsed in an Instant, the Qualifications of Becoming King

Chapter 1905 The pyramid of power collapsed in an instant; the qualifications to become king

The richest man in the lighthouse said: "It's highly likely that he made another breakthrough in the [Enlightenment Function] using points."

The richest man in the city said: "And it's a major breakthrough."

The richest man in the lighthouse said, "Otherwise, Loki wouldn't be so confident in saying that he has surpassed Marquis Voban."

Tony thought that was the reason.

Given the sheer number of civilizations in the Marvel universe, Loki certainly wouldn't lack points.

It all depends on whether he has the idea of ​​conquering civilization.

Clearly, he had begun his conquest not long ago, and as far as they knew, he had already conquered a civilization and reaped enormous rewards.

Now, we've probably conquered more civilizations and reaped greater rewards.

The Great King of Asgard: "Indeed."

The Great King of Asgard: "The elven civilization we conquered this time contained a great deal of resources, and we directly recovered 5 billion points."

The Great King of Asgard: "I have invested all five billion points into the [Enlightenment Function]."

The Great King of Asgard: "@The Ancient Godslayer, how much do you think I have improved? Have I surpassed you?"

Loki made no attempt to hide his thoughts after seeing Tony's words.

During the time they were involved in the transmigrator mission, he was not idle either, and he conquered another civilization, which was an elven civilization.

This type of civilization is known for its abundant resources, to say the least.

The 5 billion points he gained were only after he showed leniency, by not taking back the most precious "Tree of Spirits".

Otherwise, the points you earn can increase.

An ordinary group owner: "Fifty billion points?"

An ordinary group owner: "Are points so worthless now?"

An ordinary group owner: "Why does it feel like they're talking about billions all the time?"

An ordinary group admin: "Is this correct?"

First came the Marquis's three billion, then Ace's three billion, and now Loki has brought in five billion.

When did group members' points start being measured in "hundreds of millions"?

An ordinary group owner: "And with so many points, you didn't even think of using the [Enhancement Function]!"

An ordinary group owner said, "Even with the worst luck, you should be able to successfully enhance it a few times, right?"

Even someone as cautious as her felt that if she used 5 billion points on enhancing the function, even with the worst luck, she could still successfully enhance it once or twice.

Isn't the improvement greater than the [Enlightenment Function]?

The Great King of Asgard: "The thoughts of the poor."

The Great King of Asgard: "The stronger one's power, the greater the ability to enhance oneself, and the lower the probability of success."

The Great King of Asgard: "It's not like I'm lacking points. Why would I use the [Enlightenment Function], which rewards you for every point you put in, instead of the [Enhancement Function], which tests your luck? Isn't that just crazy?"

The Great King of Asgard: "I had no choice before, but now I will not waste any points on the [Enhancement Function]."

Loki said calmly.

[Enhanced Function] The test of luck is too great, especially at his level.

The probability of a successful enhancement is less than one percent, let alone one percent.

It's just a bit larger than something that's infinitely close to zero.

If the [Enhancement Function] had a guaranteed success rate, he would be willing to take the risk no matter how low the success rate was, but the [Enhancement Function] does not have a guaranteed success rate.

No matter how many times you try, success is not guaranteed.

Given this, what reason would he have to use his points on the [Enhancement Function]?
Previously, the "Enhancement Function" was only available in chat groups, but now chat groups have the "Enlightenment Function".

The more points you put in, the more you will get back, and you'll figure it out yourself.

While it might not be as "perfect" as the [Enhancement Function], it's still a good fit for him! Given that, what reason does he have not to use the [Enlightenment Function]?

He doesn't lack points.

The oldest god-slayer: "Ha, no matter how much you say, it's all just fear of failure."

The oldest god-slayer: "You've always been like this."

The oldest god-slayer: "Fear of losing to Thor, fear of not inheriting the throne, fear of others discovering his Frost Giant bloodline."

The oldest god-slayer: "Even if you rely on points to improve your abilities in the [Enlightenment Function], I wouldn't stoop to comparing myself to you."

Marquis Voban said with a disdainful tone.

The idea of ​​"the poor think" and "you reap what you sow" ultimately boils down to worrying that the points they've invested will go down the drain.

Fear is fear, but you still have to find reasons for it.

If you really believe in "you reap what you sow," then why are you even joining chat groups?
Using cheat codes is the fastest way to improve your strength.

The Great King of Asgard: "What did you say?"

Loki's eyes narrowed slightly after reading Marquis Voban's words.

The oldest god-slayer: "I say you're a coward."

The oldest god-slayer: "What? Didn't you understand?"

The oldest god-slayer: "Do I need to remind you again?"

Marquis Voban was not afraid of Loki at all.

No matter how much your strength improves, cowardice is still cowardice, and it won't change just because your strength increases.

The Great King of Asgard: "Heh heh, a man surpassed by me dares to bark so arrogantly here."

The Great King of Asgard: "And as for the others, what right do you have to call me a coward?"

The oldest god-slayer: "Just because I dared to slay a god when I was a human being."

The oldest god-slayer: "What? You dare to do that too?"

The oldest god-slayer: "If you, who call yourself the god of wisdom, only possessed the strength of a mortal, you would probably run away without even thinking about it."

The oldest god-slayer: "After all, even if you join a chat group, you'll activate rescue missions more than once."

The oldest god-slayer: "Besides you, even now, no other person in the chat group has ever activated a rescue mission a second time."

The Great King of Asgard: "If you're so capable, go to the virtual battle arena and say these things to me personally!"

The oldest god-slayer: "What? Are you blind? Didn't my group name appear before my message?"

The oldest god-slayer: "Do I need to confirm that I insulted you?"

The oldest god-slayer: "If you want to confirm, I'll say it again: Loki, you're a coward."

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Marquis Voban and Loki started arguing, and it was a very heated argument.

It was clear that Loki was already somewhat on the verge of being scolded by Marquis Voban, and he kept urging Marquis Voban to go to the virtual battle arena; however, Marquis Voban, despite his urging, never mentioned the virtual battle arena at all.

He just kept saying Loki was a coward.

Everyone else was watching, and no one thought of going up to stop them.

Just kidding, it's a rare treat, why would we stop them from going to see it?

At the same time, having dealt with the old dog King Peer, who had altered history and created a new parallel world, Lufa also returned to the original timeline.

When he entered the chat group, he saw Loki and Marquis Voban exchanging insults.

Lufa: "???"

Ares at this moment.

Long after that demonic and godlike figure disappeared into the space-time rift.

A series of deep, orderly footsteps came from behind the buildings and bunkers on the outskirts of the royal court that had not been completely affected by the battle.

Immediately afterwards, squads of soldiers in dark gray uniforms, well-equipped and with stern expressions, entered the square swiftly and in an orderly fashion.

Their uniforms bore no insignia belonging to the Guards or regular legions, only a simplified Ares star emblem on their chests.

They are the "Internal Security Forces," a force directly under the Supreme Council and several ministers.

They received clear instructions during the previous one-sided massacre.

Preserve strength, observe, and refrain from engaging in any form of direct conflict until the threat has been confirmed to have completely disappeared.

The threat has now disappeared.

It's time to clean up the mess.

Leading the group is the Chief Parliamentary Undersecretary of the Supreme Council, Grenfell.

His gaze swept quickly and calmly across the devastated square, pausing briefly at the ashes that symbolized King Peer's ultimate fate. A subtle, complex emotion flickered in the depths of his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by absolute rationality and indifference.

“Immediately implement the seventh contingency plan of the ‘Purger’ protocol.”

"The first priority is to treat all surviving wounded, especially General Lufa. Use the highest authority to ensure the general's vital signs are stable."

"The second team will clean up all residual energy and biological traces in the area, especially the location where His Majesty was last seen; all data will be uploaded directly to the council database with the access level set to top secret."

"Third echelon, activate planetary-level silence field to block all internal and external communications in this area; anyone who approaches without authorization, regardless of identity, will be treated as a traitor and eliminated on the spot."

"Fourth echelon, notify all departments and military units still in operation that the Supreme Council is now temporarily exercising all supreme powers in accordance with Article 3 of the Ares Emergency Law, pending the awakening of General Lufa or the emergence of a new legitimate successor."

One instruction after another was issued clearly and efficiently.

The soldiers of the Internal Troops dispersed quickly and silently, like machines, to carry out their respective tasks.

Soon, a professional medical team arrived at young Lu Fa's side with state-of-the-art equipment.

They carefully transferred him into a floating medical pod that emitted a pale blue light.

The fiber optic cable of the life support system was quickly connected, and a high concentration of repair fluid was injected.

Under heavy guard, the medical pod sped toward the medical center.

Ge stood still, his gaze once again falling on the small patch of ashes on the altar, before slowly shifting to the direction where the medical pod had disappeared.

His lips tightened slightly, and a deep thought flashed in his eyes.

King Peel has "disappeared," leaving no trace; General Lufa is seriously injured and unconscious, his fate unknown.

Ares's most elite guard was almost completely wiped out.

A powerful and despair-inducing mysterious enemy has just departed, its purpose and origins remaining a mystery.

The pyramid of power collapsed in an instant.

But for some, this is more than just a disaster.

It is also a once-in-a-lifetime "opportunity".

Previously, King Peer and General Lufa, one in charge of internal affairs and the other in charge of external affairs, had pushed Ares's prestige to its peak, and no one else dared to even entertain the idea of ​​competing with King Peer.

But things are different now. King Peer is dead, and the person with the highest prestige in Ares is now General Lufa, who has also shown absolute loyalty in the battle against that mysterious powerful figure.

Although they lost, their reputation may be further enhanced.

If they could gain General Lufa's support, becoming the new king of Ares would be very easy, unless General Lufa himself had this idea.

I hope it's the latter.

Because if it were someone else, the people of Ares might not trust them.

Moreover, he knew about the "Asura Armor," and since Lu Fa could transform into an Asura, he clearly had the qualifications to become a king.

Whether he, as a warrior, can become a qualified king is a question.

He pondered for a long time, then shook his head slightly, turned around, and began to oversee the "restoration of order" work following this huge upheaval.

I do not know how long it has been.

Inside the medical center, Lufa floated silently within a huge, transparent cylindrical container filled with a pale golden life essence. Countless tiny nanotubes connected to his body, delivering nutrients and repair substances while simultaneously removing metabolic waste.

Outside the container, dozens of state-of-the-art monitoring instruments gleamed with a faint light, providing real-time feedback on every subtle change in his body.

His external injuries have largely healed thanks to Ares' top-notch medical technology.

However, on the monitoring screen, his brainwave activity remained in a violent and chaotic state, displaying countless sharp peaks and troughs, as if two or even more consciousnesses were engaged in a fierce battle and fusion deep within his mind.

Those forcibly implanted fragments of memories from the "future" are like the most ferocious virus, constantly impacting, eroding, and attempting to cover up his original consciousness.

Loyalty and betrayal, glory and destruction, protection and revenge—a thousand years of hatred and despair intertwined into a chaotic vortex, almost tearing his self apart and devouring it completely.

Time passes bit by bit.

Finally, at a certain moment.

The raging brainwave curve on the monitoring screen suddenly showed a very brief period of flattening.
Inside the container, Lufana's eyes, which had been tightly closed and covered with a thin film of pale golden nutrient solution, trembled slightly.

one more time.

Like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, it struggles to break free from the heavy and dark constraints.

Then, he slowly opened his eyes.

The pale golden nutrient solution slid off his eyelashes and flowed down his cheeks like tears.

Those eyes, once clear, sharp, and full of boundless hope and unwavering faith in the future, now resembled two bottomless ancient wells, stained with blood and ashes for a thousand years.

It was so empty it was unsettling.

They were as lost as a wandering soul that had lost its way home, and as weary as a traveler who had traversed thousands of years.

He stared blankly at the ceiling of the medical pod in front of him, his pupils slightly dilated, as if he were still trapped in that nightmare that spanned the river of time, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

A long, long time passed.

A drop of even more turbid liquid, mixed with pale golden nutrient solution, quietly overflowed from the corner of his eye, slowly slid down, and disappeared into the surrounding solution.

"future."