Mystery: Time Travelers of the Fourth Era

Chapter 373 A World Where Truth and Falsehood Are Indistinguishable

Chapter 373 A World Where Truth and Falsehood Are Indistinguishable

Grosser?

The Cyclops was puzzled for a moment, then immediately understood. He laughed heartily, handed the axe in his hand to Grosser who reached out, and whistled. The one-eyed man looked at Grosser encouragingly, signaling him to go ahead and do as he pleased.

Ah, no, this...

Grosser slung the axe over his shoulder with a hint of resignation and looked at his companions, saying, "Perhaps we should listen to what they have to say."

"Alright, Grosser, since you've put it that way, we can give them a chance."

The leading giant immediately retrieved his axe, then looked at the group on the ship. He ruled out the skinny, ascetic, the woman who didn't look like she could fight, and the guy hiding behind her...

His gaze swept over Gehrman, Anderson, the vampire viscount, and Baron Solomon, finally settling on Gehrman Sparrow, who had a stern face. It was understandable that vampires could be a bit aloof, but this human dared to put on such a sour face, which meant he must be quite formidable.

"Kid, you're the one. Let's have a fight. If you can win my approval, I'll allow you to go ashore."

The giant leader raised his axe and pointed it at Gehrman (Klein), shouting.

This is at least a Sequence 5 warrior, and it has absorbed more than one set of traits. Who knows how many traits the giants of this era would absorb, especially those of low to mid-sequence, or even a bunch of traits.

Klein was sweating bullets looking at the opponent's height, which was at least three meters. He didn't have a single Mystic Puppet. Wasn't a magician who wasn't prepared just throwing the opportunity away? He subtly nudged Anderson beside him with his elbow. If anyone was going to fight, it should be the hunter.

Hunters can't fight warriors head-on either!

What if I provoke them and they actually explode?

"How about we talk to them and decide on a team fight? I'll take command!"

Anderson didn't want to go in himself, so he decided to join team fights instead, which would also give him some experience in commanding.

The vampire viscount didn't speak, but handed Anderson a bottle of dark red potion. Judging from the expanding bubbles on it, it was for those who had undergone a power surge.

Edwina pursed her lips slightly and handed Anderson a sealed artifact.

The ascetic Snowman patted Anderson on the shoulder three times, granting him immunity to fear, a divine aura, and the power of justice—a triple buff to the somewhat apprehensive Anderson.

Klein felt he should do something too, but he was short of money and had limited abilities, so he could only lean closer to Anderson and say cautiously, "You don't need to worry about anything, just fight with confidence. I can help you transfer the physical damage to non-critical areas, so there won't be any fatal wounds."

Viscount Mobert of the Solomon Empire added with a smile, "Even if you are injured by the power of the Dawn, I can steal the Dawn power that is hindering the healing of your wounds."

The vampire viscount remained silent this time, but instead produced another bottle of potion capable of healing wounds.

shit!

You bunch of bastards!

Anderson's face turned pale with anger, and he deeply regretted getting involved.

He's the strongest bounty hunter at sea, don't portray him like Danitz.

Although Anderson was angry, looking at the burly and tyrannical giant on the shore, he still drank the bottle of dark red blood potion. As his blood boiled, Anderson transformed into a dark red flaming spear and charged towards the coast of the Golden Kingdom.

In less than half an hour, Klein and his group successfully reached the shore. Anderson lay limply on the beach, while a group of giants marveled at the young man.

The Cyclops leader was also injured, but not seriously. With so many guardians present, even if the hunters could inflict true damage, they couldn't withstand these tanky monsters with their high health and repeated armor stacking. At this moment, he looked at the group of ascetics with a hearty laugh and said, "Humans, I acknowledge you."

Damn it, Anderson, lying on the ground, really wanted to curse. Hunters aren't warriors. Without setting traps in advance and without using tactics and schemes, how could he compare strength and endurance with giants?

"I have come to establish a sacred partnership with you."

As the ascetic Snowman spoke, the vampire viscount came over and sprayed some magical perfume to help Anderson regain his spirituality. Danitz came over and helped Anderson up, saying, "You are the bravest hunter I have ever seen."

Daniels was quite impressed by Anderson's fierce punching display against the giant.

roll!

Anderson didn't want to talk.

On the other side of the ascetic and the one-eyed leader, the one-eyed leader looked at these outsiders and said, "Let's go. I will take you to see the Queen. Remember, when we bow our heads and kneel on one knee to pay our respects, you must not raise your heads either, if you do not wish to remain in this twilight."

The group set off.

Grosser leaned close to the vampire viscount and asked, "Why are you here again?"

Over such a long period of time in the book, the giant Grosser and the vampire viscount and others had long been acquainted.

"They said there was a chance to get out. You know, everyone who comes here by accident initially thinks they can definitely find a way out."

"I'm just taking this opportunity to relax and have some fun."

The vampire viscount spoke casually, not holding out much hope. On one hand, he didn't have high hopes for Klein and the others, and on the other hand, life in the book world wasn't so unbearable; everything here felt real.

These two remained relatively calm, but Klein and Edwina were anything but. Who were they being taken to see? A queen? The Queen of Giants, the Goddess of Harvest, Omibella? How could such a high-ranking being exist in the world of the book?

Grosser knew their doubts, but he couldn't explain them.

That might not be the real queen, but he couldn't identify it as a fake.

Whether he was outside or here, given his status, he had almost never looked at the Giant Queen. Every time they met, he would kneel down and pay his respects. How could he possibly dare to look directly at a deity?

Amidst this mix of trepidation and anticipation, Klein and his group arrived at a temple. As soon as they stepped into the temple grounds, they felt a surge of vitality. Even Anderson, who was being supported by Danitz, regained his strength. Although Anderson didn't have to come, the adventurer simply didn't want to miss it.

"This is a sacred feeling that cannot be described in words." The soul trembled instinctively, and the body involuntarily became restrained, imitating the movements of the giant guards around them, as if the fear was engraved in their bones, like a sensitive animal smelling the scent of a tiger.

Even the act of kneeling was so natural, without the slightest hesitation or stiffness.

By the time everyone realized what was happening, they had already heard that majestic voice: "Ha, even the sun resorts to such petty tricks?"

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