Looking at Grossell, who seemed to be in remembrance, Ember asked slowly:

"Are you coming or am I coming?"

Grossel hummed:

"Let me do it."

He wanted to be able to confirm the status of the two Silver Knights in person.

If they live, maybe there will be a chance to negotiate.

If they're dead, they've become monsters like the rotten giants.

Then, he will personally give them a ride and give them the last decent moment.

Surrounded by the strong wind, the four-meter-tall gray-blue giant climbed up layer by layer, approaching the main entrance of the 'Giant Palace'.

Grossel walked up the stone staircase step by step to the top of the staircase near the main entrance.

And it was only at this time that the two silver knight guards outside the main gate of the Giant Court finally had a little reaction.

They turned their heads, and the orange-red light behind their visors flickered twice, as if to confirm the identity of the comer.

Syllable!

Grossel stopped at the last flight of steps, not stepping onto the platform where the main entrance to the Giant's Court was located.

The two guards stared at the giant in front of them, but they didn't make a move, the orange light behind their cheeks flickering slightly.

Grossel didn't speak, his eyes filled with irrepressible sadness.

He should have thought of it a long time ago.

More than 3,000 years have passed, how can they only survive with only Sequence 3 until now?

They were once demigods, heroes, noble warriors who guarded the court of giants. But now, they are nothing more than puppets controlled by some remnant of power.

They can't think, they can't leave, they can only be like sculptures, guarding the gate behind them for thousands of years.

But they still didn't move, just looked at the giant in front of them with some confusion.

Now they are like puppets programmed to kill any intruder. But another preset told them that the giant was not an intruder.

At this moment, Grossell slowly but firmly raised his palm, as if to say goodbye to them.

At the same time, the forehead of the silver knight holding the giant axe suddenly cracked a silver-white slit, and countless silver sharp rays burst out from his body. In the blink of an eye, the silver knight was instantly cut into countless pieces by the sharp silver rays that burst out from his body.

On the other side, even if he was no longer sane, his instinct to fight still allowed the other silver knight with a long sword to hide in the light, hide his figure, and launch a counterattack against Grossell at the same time.

It's just that compared to them who are controlled by the 'preset program', Grossell's movements are much faster!

While the Silver Knight was hiding in the light, a giant sword that seemed to be condensed from the morning light appeared in Grossell's hand. Barely hesitating, he decisively raised his greatsword and slashed down at the seemingly blank area in front of him.

The bright morning light bloomed in an instant, and the tall giant hidden in the light finally could no longer hide itself, and fell powerlessly from the light, and was struck by the giant sword that emitted the morning light, which seemed to be bulky but was actually extremely sharp!

"I'm sorry."

Grossel whispered to himself with a little sadness, slowly but surely walked over the corpses of the two Silver Knights, picked up the great sword left by the dead Silver Knight, and plunged it into the crack.

He lowered his body, stretched out his hands, and pressed them against the main door dozens of meters high.

With a heavy plucking sound, the door with many golden nails slowly opened.

At this time, the 'sun' jumped in the sky, and the entire 'Giant King's Court' froze into the orange-red twilight light. The massive front door opened faster and faster, and the scene inside was gradually exposed to the embers.

A grayish, orange-glowing staircase of countless steps ascended from behind the door to the highest and most magnificent abode of the Giant King, unhindered by anything else, flanked by palaces and towers;

Statues of giants with halberds and iron-clad armor line the front of the buildings, guarding the path to the gods' abode.

Behind him, flames covered the Silver Knight's corpse, burning it to ashes in an instant.

Ember put away the ashes of the two Silver Knights and asked a little strangely:

"Why are you so sure that there are still living giants in the Giant Court?"

Grossel looked at the embers who came to him, was silent for a long time, and said in a deep voice:

"The queen once taught us a secret technique that can extend the life of giants by ......"

Grossel paused slightly, did not explain more, he looked at the giant statue in front of him, and said in a resolute tone:

"I'll do it anyway."

"Okay."

Ember nodded, not grabbing him.

Click!

As Grossell approached, the giant statues on either side suddenly moved. The halberds in the hands of the giant statues on either side of them were crossed and overlapped, blocking their way.

The giant statues slowly stood up, their eyes bursting with orange light.

However, in the next second, one after another, their bodies burst out with silver-white sharpness, and a cracking sound sounded from within.

Bang Bang Bang!

The 'silver and white flowers' that bloom continue to spread upwards, as if welcoming distinguished guests.

Any statues of giants that tried to get up were destroyed one by one, but those that stood still remained intact.

Grossel walked past the shattered or intact statues and stepped onto the platform that took over.

Grossel looked at the palace in front of him, and said in a low voice:

"Further on is the king's dwelling, shall we go straight ahead, or shall we explore the surroundings first?"

His tone returned to calm, but he still couldn't hide his loss.

He didn't have any hopes that he would find a living giant in the Giant's Court, but if he could, he didn't want to leave so soon.

Yes, he has his own selfish intentions. Because he knew that Ember's purpose was to open the door to the Giant King's palace and take something from inside.

But in Grossell's view, opening the door itself may be a hidden danger of unimaginable.

Until then, Grossel wants to take a closer look at it, because it may be the last time he will explore it and return home......

Ember saw Grossell's entanglement and took the initiative to speak:

"We have plenty of time for you to explore on your own terms."

"Thank you."

Grossel hummed as he made a slight discernment and stepped into the hall in front of the Giant King's residence.

On the left side of the hall is a railing made of a row of stone pillars, and beyond the railing is a diffuse orange cloud, and the light of dusk shines from the sky, reflecting the gently surging dark blue with no end in sight, and the dark blue that makes a rattling sound.

Grossell stood in front of the railing, staring at the deep blue ocean, his eyes a little out of focus.

"You used to stand here in a daze, and after so many years, you still haven't grown at all."

Amid the sound of heavy footsteps, a voice with a hint of remembrance came from behind Grossell.

A huge figure quickly outlined the side of the Giant King's palace, he was wearing silver full-body armor, and his arm armor had distinct patterns, one was on the right, the color was blood red, and it circled around his arm, and the other was on the same place on the left, dotted with black patches.

He was nearly five meters tall, and instead of a crimson or orange glow shining behind his visor, there was actually a vertical one-eye!

Grossell turned his head, and the stunned look on his face quickly turned into surprise:

"Lord Mirgungen, are you still alive? I knew it, I knew that there must be a living giant in the royal court! ”

"Alive?"

There was a momentary pause in the footsteps of Milgungen, the Lightkiller:

"Grossell, if you're here to find another giant, then you better give up as soon as possible. In the entire Giant Court, I am the only giant who can still communicate. ”

His tone was mocking, not sure whether he was laughing at himself or at Grossell's naivety.

"I ......"

Grossell's mouth opened, his eyes quickly falling to loneliness.

Mirgungen stopped not far from Grossel and said in a low voice:

"I don't know why you disappeared all of a sudden, and I don't know why you're only back now."

"But for the sake of you, who used to be a guard of the royal court, leave as soon as possible, and don't disturb Lord Sasriel's sleep."

"'Dark Angel' Saslil?"

Grossell's eyes changed slightly, he had heard the name in the mouth of the ascetic Snowman—

It was the angel king of the ancient sun god, the left hand of the gods, the vice-monarch of heaven, and the leader of the angel king.

Snowman is his friend, so even if he already knows that it was the Giant King killed by the ancient sun god, he will not make a move on Snowman. In Grossell's view, turning his anger on Snowman because of his faith was nothing more than a coward's act.

But that doesn't mean Grossell can take it all to heart!

He will not be angry with Snowman, because Snowman is just an ordinary person, he just conformed to the times and chose the orthodox faith of the time. When the ancient sun god killed the Giant King, Snowman hadn't even been born yet.

But if he was to believe in the ancient sun god, the true creator, or any of the angels, it would be unacceptable to Grossell!

He won't be angry with Snowman, who believes in the ancient sun god, but he will never take refuge in the ancient sun god either, because he is the enemy who killed the Giant King!

And now, the former leader of the royal court's hunters, the 'Lightkiller' Mirgungen, who had been blessed by the king himself, has chosen to serve the 'dark angel' Sasriel and submit to their enemies!

How ironic is that?

Grossel asked in a deep voice:

"Lord Mirgungen, have you betrayed the king?"

"Betrayal?"

'Lightkiller' Mirgungen's eyes froze, and he suddenly raised his broadsword in his hand, and his voice was like thunder:

"Grossell, you're not qualified to judge my choice!"

Grossel also clenched the big sword in his hand and said in a deep voice:

"He is not qualified to dwell in the king's dwellinghouse!"

The great sword in his hand came from the silver knight he had killed at the main entrance.

Grossell thought that although the two silver knights had been dead for a long time, they were still dutiful and guarding the king's palace!

But now, as the leader of all the royal court's hunters, Mirgungen has clearly broken his oath. He still guards the court of the giants, but the object of his protection is no longer the king, but the enemy who once killed the king!

This is undoubtedly a depravity, and Grossel cannot accept it!

He shifted his gaze to the palace guarded by the Giant Knight—

It was the tallest and most magnificent building of the Giant's Court, and the light of dusk seemed to turn into substance, covering its surface, giving it a clear sense of decay, giving people the feeling that the end of dusk and the eternal night were approaching.

It is surrounded by minarets on one side and round towers on the other, with the main entrance opposite, mainly gray and blue, with a height of far more than ten meters, and is covered with symmetrical symbols, logos and patterns, which are both solemn and mysterious.

Three or four meters high in this gate, on the left side of the crack in the door, there is a pitch-black hole, which is equivalent to an adult fist.

It used to be the king's dwelling, but now it is the king's enemies who occupy it!

"Why don't you do it?"

Mirgungen pointed his broadsword at Grossel and said in a cold voice:

"As your leader, I'll teach you one more lesson."

"If you don't have the consciousness to kill your enemies, don't draw your sword!"

As soon as the words fell, Mirgungen's figure disappeared in an instant, leaving only a piece of silver in Grossell's field of vision!

His pupils shrank, and he instinctively raised the big sword in his hand to defend.

While! While! While!

Silver shimmered, and the sound of metal clashing echoed.

Grossel struggled to fend off Mirgungen's attacks, and the morning light shattered and scattered around him.

Sharp silver rays stood out in different places, slicing through the barrier of dawn around Grossell, like worms struggling desperately within amber.

Dangdang!

At that time, the fine, sometimes thick silver light continued to emerge, and Grossell struggled to resist the constant retreat. Even though he tried to hide in the light like Mirgungen many times, he was forced out of position by the ever-emerging silver rays.

Unlike Grossell, who has just become the 'Silver Knight' in Sequence 3, Mirgungen, who has been immersed in the Silver Knight level for many years, is obviously much stronger than Grossell!

Dangdang!

In the continuous impact, Grossell's parry became more and more difficult, and his position was constantly pushed back.

Finally.

At the same time that the last silver ray finally broke through Grossell's defenses, the continuous silver ray suddenly disappeared.

Mirgungen fell from the light with a thud and fell to one knee, his breath rapidly decaying, his flesh rapidly aging, rotting and 'evaporating'.

Mirgungen subconsciously looked outside the court of giants, where the human who was walking with Grossell was standing in front of the last intact statue of the giant, wielding his sword.

With a continuous click, the statue cracked and collapsed, falling to the ground with a bang.

Mirgungen looked at Grossell, who was panting not far away, a smile of relief appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said softly:

"Go to the Hall of Oaths, where you're looking for the answers."

In the orange light, he seemed to see the living royal court again, and in the frozen twilight, giants came and went, playing lyres and bone flutes, doing gladiatorial battles, enjoying the food that was available at any time, and life passed very slowly, and their king, sitting on a high throne, watched everything majestically.

After that time, it ceased to exist, so he chose to follow the 'Dark Angel' Sasriel.

Mirgungen smiled on his face, his mouth opened, and he shouted in a low voice:

"Wang ......"

The 'Royal Court Stalker' buried his head, and the flesh and blood on his body 'evaporated', leaving only a huge white skeleton and bits of recondensed silver-white light.

(End of chapter)