Chapter 722 - 398: Varesa, Your King Has Returned!

If he hadn’t intervened, the two would have ended up in bad shape, if not dead.

These monsters aren’t like those found in typical games, lining up from high to low to die.

Such ambushes at the door are practically routine.

So... without Rogel to escort them, they wouldn’t know how many times they’d have died.

And it’s unrelated to experience or personality.

It’s purely because danger disregards gradual progression and conventional logic; it simply wants you dead.

The two continued to proceed cautiously.

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"The ancient dynasty believed that the sun in the sky was eternal, and running along the path of chasing the sun would ensure its everlasting existence..."

"However, during the pursuit of the sun, a remnant of evil will invaded the Giant’s body."

"It disguised as a minister and schemed an exile of Varesa’s ruler, attempting to steal the body of the sun-chasing Giant to transform into its divine form..."

"But its power was nearly exhausted, so it kept waiting for an opportunity."

Rogel’s calm voice came from a mass of hovering Black Tide.

With his covert protection, the two’s path naturally faced no mishaps.

And upon reaching the Crown of the sun-chasing Giant and discovering the remnants of polluted divine intentions, at Fernar’s request, he naturally appeared before the pair, solving the dilemma.

Upon hearing his words, Fernar’s eyes carried surprise.

While Vic appeared lost in thought, seemingly recalling those missing memories.

Though the absence in his soul led his memories to vanish.

Yet, through Rogel’s narration, he was able to piece together some originally baffling fragments of memory into a complete recollection.

Having understood everything, Vic remained silent.

"So... the Varesa Dynasty... has perished?"

He murmured with a hint of melancholy, as if talking to himself.

During countless past years, the sun-chasing Giant submerged in the sea couldn’t bask in sunlight, hence there was no energy to sustain it.

The people of the Varesa Dynasty living inside naturally died with it.

Now, only a manipulated and lifeless group remains within the sun-chasing Giant, disappearing along with the residual will.

In other words, there isn’t a single living subject left in the Varesa Dynasty...

Only this enormous Giant body lying in the deep sea.

At this moment, Rogel spoke calmly.

"Yet you are still alive, Crown of Varesa."

I am still alive...

Hearing this, Vic’s eyes gradually brightened, finally turning resolute.

Yes, I am still alive!

As long as there’s one survivor in Varesa, extinction is not a term to be used!

Thinking of this, Vic took a deep breath, sincerely thanked Rogel: "Thank you, Archbishop."

Afterward, he stood up and walked to the highest position of the Crown of Varesa.

By now, the highest throne of Varesa was dust-covered, with the symbol of power, the Scepter, still retained before the throne.

With determination in his eyes, Vic sighed and forcefully gripped Varesa’s Scepter, holding it tightly.

Bang——

In an instant, the entire sun-chasing Giant emitted a grand sound, causing the entire deep-sea floor to tremble.

Vic remained unmoved, sitting before the throne, eyes closed tightly, inserting the Scepter into the mechanism and holding with both hands.

Click... Click...

With the mechanism’s motion, the Rune Stone floated up, verifying Vic’s soul.

Upon a positive confirmation, the whole palace of the Crown of Varesa started to brighten rapidly from the center below the Scepter!

Bang——

A larger tremor erupted, this time, the entire sun-chasing Giant moved!

But it’s not enough yet!

Rogel’s calm gaze persisted.

"Rise, Giant."

With his words, a pure force instantly appeared, quickly gathering onto the Scepter in Vic’s hands.

Rumble!!!

A massive sound akin to the shaking of the heavens and earth, like an enormous heart beginning to beat anew.

From a vantage point in the sky, one could see a colossal Giant body slowly emerging from the depths of the sea, causing the entire ocean to shiver and sway!

Vic slowly opened his eyes, holding the Scepter with both hands, gazing steadily ahead.

Varesa, your king... has returned!

Whoosh——

Countless seawater cascaded down the body of the sun-chasing Giant like waterfalls under gravity, with rocks, corals, and islands tumbling into the sea.

Now is the time of the dawn.

And with it, the giant body of the sun-chasing Giant, majestic in stature, slowly awakened and began to stand.

Thud... Thud...

After countless ages, the immense Giant took a heavy stride forward, moving towards the sun.

Only this time, what it pursues is no longer the elusive eternity...