The Great Botha Levee stretched all the way from the banks of the Yulan river to the center.
Right. The Great Botha Levee was extremely strange. It was like a massive dock or wharf. Logically speaking, for it to have stretched all the way to the center, the thousands of years of pounding by the waves of the Yulan river should have been able to even grind a mountain down.
However, the Great Botha Levee had existed for ten thousand plus years without being damaged at all.
This was indeed quite strange.
Precisely because it was so strange, the Great Botha Levee was famous throughout the Yulan continent.
Yulan calendar, year 10044, January 16th. At the Yulan River’s intersection between the Rohault Empire and the Yulan Empire. The Great Botha Levee. Normally, this was an extremely rowdy place, but today, there wasn’t a single person who could draw near the Great Botha Levee.
Because…
Over ten Saints were currently guarding this place, maintaining an iron order, not permitting anyone to draw near it.
On the banks of the river, many people were gathered there, watching.
“Over ten Saints. I’ve never seen so many Saints in my entire life.” A powerful, muscular middle aged man was so excited, his eyes were shining. He kept on staring towards the distant Great Botha Levee. “What is going on today? What is going to happen?”
“Hey, are those Saints? No way.” The onlookers grew more and more numerous. The latecomers didn’t believe it.
“What do you know? I personally watched those many Saints descend from the skies and force everyone back, not permitting anyone to enter the Great Botha Levee.” Someone had arrived very early at the Great Botha Levee, and had watched the Saints fly down.
“So many Saints. What are they up to? Also, who is that bald guy sitting atop the Great Botha Levee?”
The watchers grew more and more numerous. Everyone’s gaze was directed towards the Great Botha Levee. The only person seated there on a chair was…a tall, muscular bald man, dressed in a black robe. He didn’t cover up his face. In front of this tall, bald man was a round table, with a flask of fine wine on top.
“Yet another Saint has arrived.” The crowd let out a murmur of surprise.
The many onlookers watched as three figures flew over from the north. These three figures slowed down as they neared the Great Botha Levee, finally landing atop it. Shoulder to shoulder, the three walked towards the tall bald man. In a few moments, they arrived at the round table.
“I didn’t realize there would be three of you. Ah, my apologies.” The tall bald man dressed in a black robe had a face filled with tight flesh, but he still squeezed out a smile. “I only prepared two chairs.”
Immediately, the bald man glanced to the side. Clearly, he had sent a mental message. Instantly, a Saint produced a seat from somewhere, immediately flying over and respectfully setting it down, before respectfully retreating yet again.
“That is not your fault, Mr. Beaumont.” Desri said with a calm laugh.
Linley, Desri, and Olivier all sat down. Originally, Linley had only instructed Bloom to say that there were two Deities. Beaumont was also rather surprised that three had shown up. Only, Beaumont didn’t care at all.
“It seems that the person who became a Deity a few days ago belonged to their side.” Beaumont secretly said to himself. “Just became a Deity? Hrmph, those new early stage Demigods, I can fight them ten at a time.”
Beaumont swept his gaze towards Linley. Of the three, the only one he was slightly concerned about was Linley. After all, three years ago, Linley had killed the Grand Warlock. “This Linley could not only kill the Grand Warlock, he was able to survive the Grand Warlock’s ultimate attack.”
Linley, Desri, and Olivier only looked at Beaumont.
“Haha…” Beaumont let out a carefree laugh. “Mr. Linley, since you wanted to meet with me, naturally I wouldn’t dare to refuse. I don’t know why you three have come, Mr. Linley? Is there something you need of Beaumont? If there is, please feel free to tell me. I, Beaumont, am a very easygoing fellow.”
Beaumont’s voice was very loud.
But, the distant onlookers didn’t hear it, because Beaumont had already utilized his Godrealm.
This Godrealm was formed from a simple form of control over Beaumont’s elemental energy. Linley, Desri, and Olivier were all Deities. Naturally, they wouldn’t care about such a simple use of a Godrealm. Even if Beaumont had used his Godrealm at full force, it wouldn’t be much of a threat.
The Godrealm was actually what made the difference between a Deity and a Saint, but upon becoming a Deity, it no longer had much of an impact on you.
“Mr. Beaumont, you should know why we have come.” Linley stared at him.
Beaumont was slightly surprised, but then he laughed loudly. “Mr. Linley, you must be jesting. If you don’t tell me, how should I know?”
The nearby Olivier said coldly, “A hundred million people died in the Rohault Empire. A hundred million. Beaumont, you really are ruthless. What do you take our Yulan continent to be? You think you can kill as many as you wish?”
“Mr. Beaumont, we all know what’s going on. No need to play dumb.” Linley said as well.
Beaumont let out an awkward chuckle. “The people who died in the Rohault Empire, well…fine, I admit it. I was the one who arranged for those hundred million people to be killed. What of it? Linley, the three of you have already become Deities. You still care about those commoners?” Beaumont had a very surprised look on his face.
“Are you joking?” Linley’s face couldn’t help but sink.
Desri spoke now as well. “Beaumont, the Yulan continent is our homeland. If we allow you to keep killing as you please, the people in our homeland will all be dead. The three of us would be ashamed to keep living after that. Beaumont, go ahead and speak. How should we resolve this?”
How to resolve this?
Hearing these words, Beaumont secretly laughed. “Indeed. They don’t want to fight with me. Then this will be easy to handle.”
Olivier let out a cold snort from the side.