Chapter 409: Not Afraid of Death
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and the day to meet the Kingslayer alliance arrived. They claimed they would climb Mount Oracle and destroy the stone statue of Oracle King.
In the past half-month, the people of the US were seething with rage and frustration. Desperation clung to them like a second skin. How much they wished it were all a nightmare from which they could awaken. But as they watched forces from all over the world rush toward Mount Oracle, they knew this was no dream—this was reality.
The King of Horizon was dead.
Now, his statue—the final symbol of strength—was going to be destroyed by the Kingslayer alliance.
For the people of the US, this was their last line of defense. If this defense crumbled, they couldn't fathom how they could ever restore the faith that had been shattered.
This feeling? It could only be called despair.
Countless forces were gathering, the turmoil centered around Mount Oracle. The frenzy of activity was even greater, more violent, more unstoppable than the previous upheaval on the small island in the Pacific. The world was determined to witness this historic moment.
On that fateful day, the mountains surrounding Mount Oracle were packed with people. Every inch of the mountainside, from the base to the summit, was filled. Snow was buried under the sea of bodies.
All eyes were fixed on the solitary peak, on the magnificent snow-white statue that stood alone against the sky. Everyone was waiting with bated breath—everyone except the people of the US.
The thirty-six guardians of the Oracle Palace were already there, their faces grim and unmoving. They stood like statues themselves, simply watching as the Kingslayer alliance members ascended the mountain without interference.
The scene was beyond expectation.