Chapter 79 - 77th The Personal Thoughts of the Gold Guard

79: 77th Chapter: The Personal Thoughts of the Gold Guard 79: 77th Chapter: The Personal Thoughts of the Gold Guard The scalding Divine Blood spread from the heart, permeating across Lu Hong’s entire body, inducing excruciating pain wherever it passed.

But he knew this was a necessary ordeal to absorb the Divine Blood.

As the Divine Blood continuously integrated, the original inhabitants within Lu Hong’s body grew discontent.

The Lionheart Bloodline launched an attack on the newly arriving Divine Blood, attempting to expel it from Lu Hong’s body.

Naturally, the Divine Blood would not comply with the Lionheart Bloodline’s demands, and a fierce battle erupted within Lu Hong.

Due to the Divine Blood’s weakness, it failed to gain an overwhelming advantage over the Lionheart Bloodline.

Both bloodlines fiercely clashed throughout every corner of Lu Hong’s body, rendering him severely internal injured, in agonizing pain, and nearly unconscious.

“Damn it…” Lu Hong collapsed onto the dried blood sea, his body convulsing uncontrollably, his eyes rolling back.

“He actually hasn’t left the blood sea?” Bodo, terrified by the Lionheart beast god, had already retreated to his lair, daring only to spy on Lu Hong through the Crystal Ball.

However, the blood sea remained the only place the Crystal Ball could not reach, a domain of the War God’s lingering spirit.

Seeing Lu Hong absent for a long time, Bodo felt both relieved and anxious.

If Lu Hong died in the blood sea, Bodo might not be able to enter the blood sea and retrieve the duel blades representing Lu Hong’s status.

If Lu Hong survived the blood sea, and possibly acquired powerful bloodline forces, that would pose an even greater threat to him.

After all, the Blood Holy Sword is the symbol of the Blood Lord, and there can be only one master of the holy sword and one Blood Lord.

If Lu Hong defeated him, his death would be certain.

“It’s better if he dies in there.

Worst case, I’ll spend more time planning to obtain Judgment, but at least I am not risking my life.” Bodo contemplated seriously and decided to bet on Lu Hong’s failure in the challenge.

But how could Lu Hong possibly fail?

As the Divine Blood and Lionheart Bloodline tangled, Lu Hong’s body was nearly wrecked, and his life hung by a thread.

Fortunately, both bloodlines exhibited a sort of self-awareness, not allowing their host to die.

Thus, they made concessions and each settled in a corner of the body.

As to the inherent arrogance and dominance of the Divine Blood, it had transferred to its opponent during their struggle.

Without much effort from Lu Hong, the Divine Blood autonomously chose to integrate.

“Bloodline Struggle Passed!” A deep voice once again resounded.

Like the last time, a blood-red gate quietly stood before Lu Hong, waiting for him to awaken.

“Did he pass?” Bodo was startled, then clutched the holy sword in his hands tightly, knowing there was one more trial.

If Lu Hong passed the next, he would arrive at the center of the Holy Temple, facing him in battle.

“Damn it!

The Gold Guards must stop him!” Bodo couldn’t help but curse, although even he did not truly believe the next trial would stop Lu Hong.

“Did I succeed?” The awakened Lu Hong saw the portal before him and couldn’t help but laugh, which signified he had acquired the Divine Blood—the Bloodline of the War God!

“Lord War God, are you still alive?” Lu Hong suddenly recalled the lingering spirit of the War God and hastily called out.

“I am still here.” The voice of the War God’s lingering spirit sounded very weak, “Congratulations, you’ve passed.

Proceed to the next trial.”

“Thank you, Lord War God, for your gracious gift!” Lu Hong bowed towards the sky of the blood sea and then stepped through the gate to the next trial.

“May you end the corruption of the Holy Temple.” After Lu Hong left, the voice of the War God echoed solemnly in the desolate blood sea before fading away.

Crossing the portal, Lu Hong stepped into a hall entirely constructed of gold.

Four lifelike golden statues stood before him, representing the fourth trial: the Golden Challenge.

As Lu Hong approached, the statues began to crack and, moments later, four warriors emerged from the sculptures.

“Trialist, defeat us and you may enter the final trial,” the Gold Guards spoke in unison.

“Um, could you wait a bit, I’m still injured,” the Divine Blood and Lionheart Bloodline had fought, but both were clean and reasonable residents, having helped Lu Hong clean up the battlefield and healed most of his internal injuries, though he was not fully recovered yet.

“Sure!” The Gold Guards agreed without hesitation.

“Idiots!

Idiots!

Idiots!” Bodo, who was watching through the Crystal Ball, was furiously slapping the table, “You four idiots, why give him time to recover?

Go and kill him now!”

With the consent of the Gold Guards, Lu Hong nodded, “Thank you four.”

“No problem, it’s been a long time since we’ve accepted a challenge from a trialist.

Plus, it’s interesting this time since our strength was suppressed to First-Turn Warrior peak.

It’s quite surprising that a First-Turn Warrior without any additional powers could make it this far,” the Gold Guards generously praised Lu Hong, which he thoroughly enjoyed.

“Let’s keep it low-key, it’s all basic operations.” Although Lu Hong appeared calm, he felt extremely fortunate inside.

Honestly, without the Lionheart Bloodline, he might have been done in by Bodo in the second trial; how could a mortal challenge a Demon Lord?

Without some tricks, he genuinely wouldn’t have made it.

While chatting, Lu Hong tried calling out to the Divine Blood, and the response was, “I’m tired, leave me alone.”

Became sentient?

Lu Hong could actually comprehend the will of Divine Blood.

“What abilities can you bring me?” Lu Hong asked internally.

“Skill amplification, I suppose.

The effect is up to fate, after all, I have not yet recovered.

Now, stop bothering me.” Having said that, the Divine Blood severed its connection with Lu Hong.

Such a distinct bloodline, Lu Hong thought, and he even tried to summon the Lionheart bloodline, but alas, there was no response.

Well, for now, the effect Divine Blood brought to Lu Hong was skill amplification.

Although its exact effect was unknown, it shouldn’t be bad.

Having understood his current abilities, Lu Hong felt confident and spoke to the Golden Guards, “I’ve rested enough; we can start the trial challenge.”

“No rush; we’re not short on time.

You can rest a bit more.” The Golden Guards rejected Lu Hong’s proposal, expressing concern, “It would be a pity if you were to lose because you hadn’t fully recovered.”

“Yes, yes, look at the scars from the demon’s burns on your arm; they haven’t completely healed!

You should wait at least another hundred and eighty days.” The other Golden Guards also chimed in.

“Hey, hey, enough is enough!

Saying I have unfinished injuries on my arms is one thing, saying my internal injuries are almost healed, I can accept that, but saying that I can’t start the trial because a clump of my hair hasn’t grown back is a bit too much, isn’t it?” Listening to the increasingly absurd concerns of the Golden Guards, Lu Hong realized that these four really had no desire to start the trial.

“So we are just showing concern.

You should be grateful instead of nitpicking,” the Golden Guards replied with a sheepish smile.

“Do you not want to start the trial?”

“This…,” Faced with Lu Hong’s direct question, the Golden Guards hesitated for a moment before finally admitting to Lu Hong’s speculation.

“That’s right, we don’t want to launch the trial.

If you win, we die, but if you lose, we still have to return to our statues and fall back into slumber, which isn’t much different from death,” one of the Golden Guards confessed.

“Yes, it’s only in this constant trial mode that we can move freely,” the other Golden Guards nodded in agreement.

“If you put it that way, it does put me in a difficult position.” Though Lu Hong expressed understanding, he couldn’t just linger here indefinitely.

Although time in this place didn’t align with the outside world, time outside wasn’t standing still; the longer he stayed, the more danger Nono would be in.

“Don’t worry about it, death isn’t scary to us.

When the War God chose us as Golden Guards, he had already made clear all the pain that came with the title.”

“Yes, it’s just that we couldn’t understand that feeling at the time, so we accepted the title of Golden Guards.

But that was our choice as four brothers; we don’t blame anyone.”

The four Golden Guards proceeded to console Lu Hong, glancing at each other, “Now that the Holy Temple has been banished into the void, there has scarcely been anyone eligible for the trial in ten thousand years.

This eternal slumber is less bearable than a quick death!”

“Right!”

“A quick death!” After discussing among themselves for a moment, one of the Golden Guards stepped forward and said to Lu Hong, “Well, we’ve decided, you can pass this stage.

When you strike later, just make it quick and not too painful for us.”

“???” Lu Hong was completely baffled.

Was it possible to cheat in a trial?

“What are you dawdling for?

Hurry and get ready.

You’re lucky this time; a few thousand years ago, we wouldn’t have let anyone pass this easily.”

“Well, if you’re determined to die, why not have a fair fight?” Of course, Lu Hong wouldn’t take such an advantage—killing without the opposition fighting back was out of the question.

“Ah, how could you possibly defeat all four of us?

You must be joking,” the Golden Guards laughed heartily, not yet recognizing Lu Hong’s strength.

“Am I being underestimated?” Lu Hong detested being looked down upon, his expression instantly darkening.

“It’s not that I disrespect you, brother, but you are only a First-Turn warrior.

Perhaps you’ve only encountered low-level demons in the Blood Coliseum, right?

Did you synthesize the weakest rat clan bloodline in the Sea of Blood?” One Golden Guard stepped forward, clapped Lu Hong on the shoulder, and asked.

“Why don’t you feel it for yourself?” Lu Hong grabbed the Golden Guard’s arm, and robust Fighting Spirit surged to the skies immediately.

“Shit!” The Golden Guard grabbed by Lu Hong was startled.

The purity of this Fighting Spirit, its intensity, was comparable to a Second Transition mid-level warrior.

“In the Blood Coliseum, I killed the high-ranking Demon Lord Bodo, and in the Sea of Blood, I synthesized Divine Blood.

Am I qualified to fight with you now?” Lu Hong said flatly.

Hearing of Lu Hong’s exploits, the Golden Guards filled with respect, one of them spoke, “The Holy Temple has changed; everyone has their own greed now.

I thought the Blood Lord could resist this corruption, but to my surprise, he also succumbed to his own greed, even secretly changing the guardian at the second gate.”

“That’s not a problem, I’ll just have to kill him later.” Lu Hong didn’t care about their changes; after all, the Blood Lord was bound to die, his coveting of the Judgment Dual Blades on his chest was not unnoticed.