Chapter 244

umbling...

The entire mountain range made a deafening roar, boulders rolled down, glaciers shifted, and the huge giant broke away from the mountain and sat up.

It wasn't until then that it was discovered that the entire mountain range was actually a throne, and the giant was sitting on the throne in a contemplative posture, leaning on the handrail.

Perhaps because of contemplation for too long, the throne has turned into a mountain of frozen soil, and the giant has also been wrapped in soil and rocks, becoming a part of the mountain.

Only now has it been reawakened.

Michael seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and happened to be standing on the ridge on the edge of the throne, and there was not much peeling off of the mountain.

Although some falling rocks just hit him, but he stood still, letting the white robe and blond hair dance, and the stones were evaporated and disappeared by the light radiating from his body.

He looked up at the giant's face with open eyes, and said loudly, "Augustus, do you know why I came here?"

Slater Augustus.

"The Oldest Word Spirit King", "Dark Emperor", "Dragon Whisperer", "Descendant of Giants"...these are all his titles.

Of course, because he has lived for too long, he has more messy titles, the above are just the most representative ones.

Some people call him the kingdom of giants, because he is integrated with his throne, which is the last territory of the kingdom of giants.

In this northern highland, among the mountains adjacent to the gray and foggy wall, he alone is a country.

Of course, this title also means that Augustus's fighting power is enough to rival a country.

As one of the three god-level dark wizards in recorded history, Augustus's strength is beyond doubt, and not only is he powerful in spells, he himself is a giant, and his racial advantages make his physical quality very strong.

It can even be said to be a god level in two aspects, with almost no shortcomings.

Although the rating list of the Truth Society does not provide rankings, in many people's private discussions, Augustus is always recognized as the strongest in the world.

This statement seemed ridiculous to Michael.

Augustus is indeed powerful, but in the path of the fire sword, there are many strong men who can match him.

It's just not known.

Even Michael himself has the certainty of being able to defeat Augustus - the premise is to arrange in advance, and to use all his strength to prepare for death.

However, these old things are more cherished than the other. No one is really willing to fight with their lives. This kind of stupid behavior is simply not worth the gain, and it is meaningless.

But who knew that he would meet that terrifying guy...

Michael couldn't help thinking of what happened to him not long ago. Although he was just a clone, the experience of being crushed and beaten was still empathetic.

"Oh...Michael?"

The giant who woke up from the mountains groaned, making a deep and deep sound like an organ, shaking the surrounding clouds away.

Then he blinked and shook off many stones, soil and trees.

His eyes were as deep as obsidian, full of light of wisdom, lowered his head, and reflected the blond figure in white robe who was very small compared to him.

As his head and neck moved, the crown he wore on top of his head was also exposed.

It was a crown as black as a scorched tree, and the cracks on it flickered like a burning fire.

Augustus tried his best to recall it, and remembered that he seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep because thinking about a spell was too boring after sending away his last disciple...

This sleep lasted for thirty years.

Come to think of it, that little guy named Wilde should have found a unique existence in that fate trajectory.

The stone that splashed layers of ripples.

Then he found that the old friend in front of him also had the "water stain" from fate, and said with a smile, "You woke me up just to let me see you being beaten up?"

Augustus pretended to think about it, then smiled in a low voice, and seriously commented: "Then I have to say, it's really pretty."

Michael naturally knew that the other party could see through what happened to his avatar, but even though he knew the character of the giant in front of him, it was not a glorious experience. I almost forgot, you can’t beat around the bush when chatting with this guy—”

He tapped the mountain with a red cross and said, "Who is that bookstore owner?"

Augustus shook his head: "I don't know."

Michael didn't believe it: "I don't know? That gargoyle is always yours, right?"

Augustus showed a nostalgic expression, and said, "That's the work of my last disciple, isn't it pretty good?"

Michael looked up and stared at him: "That was before you fell asleep, at least thirty years ago, right? You definitely saw its last whereabouts from that gargoyle."

"I'm not good at calculating the trajectory of fate. For me, before my clone enters that bookstore, that bookstore is an invisible fate line, but for you, it should be on the gargoyle at that time." I see, I don't believe that there is no push from you."

"What's more...the owner of the bookstore seems to be related to Gulong Bakak, you and that guy should know each other?"

Facing Michael's doubts, Augustus smiled slightly and said, "Bakak is dead."

Michael sneered and said, "I personally felt the breath of the dragon of disaster, shouldn't you have seen it too, 'It's really beautiful'."

In other words, he suspected that Bakak was not dead, or that it was not Bakak who died, but just someone's identity.

Augustus adjusted his posture, and said: "Bakak is indeed dead, but he used to be a follower of the Silver Witch. After his death, he went to the dreamland of the Snow Country and became a tree there—a worthy death .”

Michael's pupils shrank.

"So." Augustus continued: "He is not related to Bakak, but to Yuanyuan."

Michael's heart was beating wildly. The thing he feared the most when he formed the Path of the Fire Sword was that the original witch would wake up from the dream... because his act of prying open the cracks in the dream was exactly the opposite of what the original witch did back then.

As a result, the witch did not wake up, but a ruthless person who seemed to be related to the witch appeared.

"You mean, he was sent by the witch..."

"I do not know."

Augustus immediately denied it, and said meaningfully: "You are right in one sentence, I did see the thread of fate on the gargoyle, but I just clicked it so far, I just let my disciple go with the flow, no Continue to explore further."

Can see, but don't see.

Certainly not because the oldest Word Spirit King is not curious.

It's because... I dare not.

Michael was momentarily speechless and felt a chill run up his spine.

"in addition--"

Augustus stretched out his hand, pointed to the distance, and reminded: "One of your angel companions doesn't seem to think it's a good idea to cooperate with that bookstore owner. Why don't you stop him?"