Chapter 747 411: The End (Part 1)

Crash...

The waves crashed onto the newly constructed port.

Fernar gazed at the massive divine altar ahead, feeling a bit overwhelmed in his heart.

This was a grand circular structure.

Bright lights illuminated the entire massive altar.

At the center of the altar was a huge lake connected to the ocean.

And around the altar, countless Black Tide Believers were coming and going, transporting the massive Anchor Point Divine Statues and erecting them.

Now, the overall progress was more than halfway completed.

After calming his emotions, Fernar began to focus on his work, helping the believers and knights transport the Anchor Point Divine Statues.

...

Rogel stood on the perimeter of the altar, looking at Lina in the mirror in front of him, and smiled lightly.

She was now with the Little Elf.

Though there was deep concern in her eyes, she still appeared full of confidence in Rogel.

"You big meanie... no, I won't call you a big meanie this time." Iya stood on Lina's shoulder, raising her tiny hand to cheer Rogel: "I don't know what you're doing, but Iya cheers for you! You can do it, right!"

Hearing this, Rogel smiled lightly and nodded: "Yes, don't worry."

"This world... will walk out of the darkness."

His tone was calm, yet it instilled great confidence in the two of them.

The mirror slowly dissipated.

Rogel turned to Sharo beside him: "The Anchor Point Divine Statues are secured?"

Sharo nodded.

Rogel looked around.

At this moment, on the massive altar, the Anchor Point Divine Statues had already formed a circle around the center of the altar, with unceasing flames burning beneath each statue.

These Anchor Point Divine Statues differed in appearance.

Even within the Black Tide Secret Society, there were many who had never seen the true form of Heisatan.

The Authority of Mystery's power was upon Heisatan.

Therefore, these devout believers from all corners of the Black Tide Secret Society sculpted their own imagined Master of the Black Tide with their hands.

Because of this, Rogel was able to use them as nodes to transform the Power of Faith through the altar with extremely high efficiency.

"Let all the believers leave the altar and head to a safe place first."

Rogel said.

Soon, the believers of the Black Tide Secret Society began to withdraw in an orderly manner.

The altar was ready.

But Rogel did not choose to reveal Heisatan immediately; instead, he waited quietly.

He had sent messages to others, waiting for their arrival, as the arrival of allies was extremely crucial in the upcoming war.

Time slowly passed.

"Rogel."

Not long after, accompanied by the roar of dragons on the horizon, the massive Duntemolin arrived with Lotarion, Uvie Muzhe, and several adult Giant Dragons.

Duntemolin had brought the full power of Dragon Village without reservation.

On one hand, it was to support Rogel, and on the other... if Rogel lost this war, the Giant Dragons probably couldn't survive either...

At such a critical moment, naturally, no efforts should be spared.

"Clan Leader Duntemolin."

Rogel nodded slightly toward Him and glanced at his wings, the wound was already gone.

Then he turned to Lotarion, greeted him, and finally looked at Uvie Muzhe, who was full of anticipation, and nodded with a smile: "Old Uvie."

"Hmph, you call me last." Uvie Muzhe snorted slightly discontentedly.

Bang!

Duntemolin swatted him into the sea with a claw, eyes slightly narrowed: "What, do you have any dissatisfaction with me as the clan leader?"

Uvie Muzhe then realized... Rogel was not ordering by relationship, but by age and seniority...

Thinking of this, he quickly smiled apologetically to Duntemolin.

Seeing this, Rogel couldn't help but shake his head with a smile.

Uvie Muzhe had a bit of cleverness, but it wasn't much; the position of the next clan leader of the Dragon Race was unlikely to fall on his head...

"Rogel."

Doyle's voice came.

He found a place beside Rogel to sit down.

"It should be just the last step remaining, right..." Doyle looked at him, feeling quite complex inside.

"Yes."

Rogel didn't say much.

In fact, whether it was Doyle Sharo or Duntemolin, they all felt that Rogel was under great pressure.

But Rogel actually didn't feel much pressure.

If an ordinary person had come this far, then the psychological pressure would indeed be unbelievably high.

But... Rogel had help, and it was the kind that had never been turned off...

The Extreme Night Stars indeed had a chance to win, but... at least not on the line where Rogel stood.

'Those who should feel despair should be other demigods wanting to ascend...'

Rogel thought to himself.

He put himself in the shoes of the Extreme Night Stars and other demigods and found it quite despairing indeed.

But there was also good news for them.

... They did not know they had no hope of winning.

While Rogel was contemplating.

He once again sensed movement.

This movement came from the Barbaric Sea Area.

Blade Wind, who had become the Common Lord of various races in the Barbaric Sea Area... encountered some troubles.

He dispatched warriors, attempting to traverse the boundary fog to travel to the Sea of Confession to help Rogel.

This action, which was almost a death sentence, directly sparked resistance among the various races within the Empire.

Even his own younger brother didn't understand and had a big argument with him.

Rogel felt a bit surprised at this.

Blade Wind was truly earnest.

However, the behavior was inadvisable.

Not to mention if they could traverse the boundary fog, even if they did, it would be difficult to impact the war situation on Rogel's side.

With that time, it would be better to honestly pray and provide more Power of Faith for him.