This was the second day of Kuruma's reign as a god of law.

For a whole day, the enemy did not come to attack, and no enemy dared to attack.

In the entire Atlas, in the entire Southern Jungle, in the entire continent, there would not be a single legal professional stronger than him.

With no chanting, no cooldown, infinite mana and magic energy replenishment, and a transcendent existence of the Dharma God, who would dare to come and fight against me?

No one, no one!

Kuruma cast three forbidden spells in one breath, and except for the ground that stood under his feet and was protected by a spell shield, the surrounding area completely turned into boiling lava. Kuruma was in the midst of hellfire and laughed wildly.

I alone can wipe out a country!

The manic excitement gradually subsided, the tense nerves gradually relaxed, and the satisfaction of the endless recharge of magical energy gradually faded.

The roaring thunder began to become monotonous, the boiling hot steam distorted and blurred his vision, and the fountain of molten metal, melted by the heat of lightning and struck by thunder, lost its poignant spectacle.

No one applauded.

I have stood at the pinnacle of humanity, my mana can be compared to the sun god, why, why has no one come to surrender?

Another series of forbidden spells, this time Kuruma released four-fifths of his mana in one go, leaving only one forbidden spell mana, and he deliberately gasped, expecting the enemy hidden nearby to discover his fatigue and come to die.

He was disappointed again. Still no one came.

The invincible emptiness and loneliness were like a giant claw, firmly grasping his heart.

He yelled, "Where, where, get out!"

In vain. All that answered him was the rumbling thunder.

As the new Dharma God wandered aimlessly and alone, a new voice appeared, a loud sound from the belly that was no less than thunder—the Dharma God was hungry.

Where's the food? Where is the water?

Everywhere there was a flickering thunder and boiling crimson molten metal, not a trace of green, not a single bird, not a single beast, not a single insect.

Is this a desert?

The boiling hot steam contained a lot of moisture, but it was immediately dried by the extremely high ground temperature, and Kuruma's whole body was covered with salt, and his lips were cracked, and he stuck out his tongue like a dog, trying to get a little moisture in, but as soon as he stretched it out, his tongue began to dry, and he was so frightened that he quickly retracted.

I can't stay here, I have to leave.

The enemy is waiting for me to leave, and as soon as I leave, they will swarm and I will be besieged!

Hold on, hold on a little longer, and soon they will come to the attack, and soon the Atlas army will come to help with plenty of food and water. So much suffering has been overcome, what is this in front of you!

However, I need to scout the nearby terrain - it's not an escape, it's not a retreat, it's just a scout, a scout!

Kuruma raised the Staff of Sacrifice and unleashed Teleportation, an advanced wind skill that allows him to move twenty meters from his current position in a specified direction. However, when he arrived at the Dharma God with sufficient demonic energy, he moved out more than 150 meters at this time.

As the environment was the same, Kuruma almost suspected that he was still in place. But fortunately, the loss of mana clearly shows that he moved just now...... What? The depleted mana has been fully restored? Why is it so fast? It's the same as if it didn't move just now!

A mood called "anxiety" began to take root.

No, no, no, it's a good thing that you have plenty of mana and fast recovery!I can teleport all the way back to Atlas if I want!

Atlas, in the north.

Kuruma pondered, and once again launched the teleportation, he moved, the same as just now, the environment was the same, and the mana was not damaged.

Didn't move? No, illusion! I did!

Kuruma unleashed six teleportations in one go, and the continuous casting brought about exponential mana loss, and the huge stun after casting almost stunned him. However, the usual disastrous consequences now made him even more happy: at least he had successfully moved!

However, the environment is still the same as before.

Am I lost? I knew I would have added a spell shield to those two fools who led the way. But it's too late to say anything, two fools, one struck to ashes by lightning and the other to charcoal by lava! Fools must die! There's nothing to regret, I never regret it!

Irritability and restlessness rise in my heart.

Do you want to starve and die of thirst here?

This is, the golden sun god statue in his arms suddenly flashed with golden light.

Kuruma almost knelt down to thank the sun god, O omnipotent Father, how could I forget it?

He hurriedly yelled: "Krutassa, Krutassa, contact the Kutbarozze camp and ask them to send someone to me!"

There was a dead silence over there.

"Krutassa, Krutassa!"

This time there was a response, but it was not Krutassa who spoke, but a young man with a voice a little frightened and hesitant: "You...... You...... Who is it?"

Kuruma was overjoyed, no matter who it was, as long as he could get in touch, it would be good, he immediately pretended to be majestic and said: "I am Kuruma, the high priest of the Sun Temple of the Atlas Kingdom, young man, who are you?"

"Is it Mistress Kuruma?this—this is really—ah, I'm Rohr, the president of the Dolandrol Chamber of Commerce, and you...... Now, where?"

Kuruma breathed a sigh of relief, Rohr was the guy who had been building the Colossus of the Sun God with Cheberkeley, a mundane businessman obsessed with engineering and money, and he was still quite deferential to himself.

But what's going on with Crutassa?

"Young man, you are very good at big projects, and I want to leave the restoration of the Sun Temple in Dallas to you, how about it? But before that, you must go to the camp of the Sipitotec Legion and hand over the golden statue of the Sun God in your hand to their Legion. ”

"But I can't get out now, the streets are dangerous, there are rebels everywhere, and many priests have been killed—and I tell you the truth, the little statue in my hand was picked up from a burned temple, and it still has blood on it. ”

Kuruma was shocked: "What did you say?"

"It's General Cheberkeley. For some reason, he suddenly attacked the priest. Although he didn't seem to have many people, the reaction of the four legions was strange, messy, and couldn't be suppressed at all...... There are rioters looting, yes, looting! I heard the cry!"

Rohr's voice became urgent: "Lord Kuroma, where are you? Hurry back and take charge of the overall situation, if it goes on like this, Dallas is in danger! You promised to keep me and my family safe, if you can't come back in time, please tell me who should be responsible-"

Kuruma's head buzzed,.

Cheberkeley: What is that! How could a cunning man who kills good and slaps his beard have the audacity to do such a thing?

Rohr asked eagerly, "Master Kuruma, Master Kuroma, what are we going to do?"

"Don't panic, you take this golden statue and go to the palace. The guards know this statue and will let it go. Go and invite the prince out, now, only he can calm the situation, as long as he comes forward, the rebels will not dare to do anything!"

The real prince of Atawar has turned into a monkey, and his life is not long in coming! Kuruma gritted his teeth viciously, now that prince is a fake arranged by himself, he didn't want to use this trick, the flaw is too big, but now there is no way.

The king is dead, the army is in disarray, the priests are leaderless, they are being broken by each one, and the conspirators are making waves - have you abandoned Atlas, O sun god?

Kuruma looked up to the sky and sighed.

He didn't want to think about who was the culprit in all this!

Rohr's voice was slurred: "But, but ......"

"But what? Mr. Rohr, Atlas is in danger, as long as you can cover the prince to the camp of the Sipitotek Legion, you will definitely be able to stabilize the situation, and when the time comes, the entire Atlas project will be entrusted to you!"

"I can't thank you enough for your kindness, but, but...... Now, at the Colossus of the Sun God, there is a prince, and he is followed by a group of guards with iron weapons, who seem to be called Turançois or Turançois tribe. High Priest, High Priest?"

Kuruma's face was as dead as ashes, and the golden statue in his hand rolled limply to the ground.

If the sun god wants me to die here, then die here!

I'm going to try again one last time.

"Random teleportation!"