The Last King Of Darkness-Chapter 1410 - 689: Giant God

From a human perspective, he is undoubtedly a towering man.

He has long golden hair, funnel-shaped golden eyes, thin lips, a prominent nose, a square face, a gentle expression, and an imposing presence.

For a moment, Rod thought he was the King; their expressions and demeanor were remarkably alike.

However, they are not the same person; there are significant differences in their appearance. The King is more handsome, exuding both gravity and carefreeness, concealing all heaviness behind him, whereas the King of Giants, Omir, is more fierce, with deadly sharpness hidden behind his steadiness.

On either side of the vast, empty throne, there are eleven other thrones, most of which are occupied by giants.

These are the twelve Giant Kings he saw beneath Great Dragon City.

Above these twelve thrones, there is a larger, more ornate throne.

Clearly, it belongs to the Giant Ancestor Ehaius.

But the throne is empty, with nothing on it.

When the King of the Deep Sea, Asdes, and the female Giant King, Keos, returned to their seats, all twelve Giant Thrones were filled.

The hall grew quiet, with everyone gathering around.

The expansive hall was crowded with both giants and humans.

An elderly giant stepped forward from behind the throne; his skin was slack, his face full of wrinkles, and his enormous eye bags were larger than the house Rod rented in Upper City.

"I know many of you are filled with countless questions."

His aged voice echoed in the hall, not loud, but everyone could hear him clearly.

"Why would such a supreme honor as Giant King be bestowed upon a human? Why would the Ancestor choose a human to become the last Giant King?"

He paused before uttering the next sentence.

"It is the arrangement of fate."

Boom!

As if an earthquake had occurred, all the giants became restless.

Rod looked at them in surprise.

This sentence sounded ordinary; why was their reaction so intense?

Ove leaned to his ear and whispered, "Look at their naive expressions, I knew they would react like this when the High Priest announced the reason."

Noel sighed, "I can hardly imagine that Omir has really become the Giant King."

Ove spat, "Of course, Brother Omir is way better than you. He will lead us humans to rise, securing a place amid the tidal waves of future eras."

Rod’s heart stirred, and without showing it, he asked, "Can he do it?"

Ove replied proudly, "I firmly believe it; the era of humanity is coming. Now, humans make up thirty percent of the major battle groups; in half of the Divine Cities, high-ranking combat power is all human. Even in the Elf Holy Tree, one-tenth of the strong are human. Wasn’t it because the Giant Ancestor foresaw the trajectory of fate that he chose Omir as the twelfth Giant King? Even the God of Destiny has recognized him."

Noel whispered, "I heard the God of Destiny, the God of Flesh Rebirth, the Ancient God of Mystery, the God of Wickedness, the Sealing God, the Spider God, and the God of Strength have formed a group of seven deities. They seem to be planning something special."

Ove’s expression became cautious, carefully glancing around.

After the shock, most giants chose to believe; the word "fate" seemed to possess unimaginable magic over them. They stepped forward at the High Priest’s arrangement, kneeling before Omir.

Meanwhile, the humans chatted enthusiastically, paying little attention to them.

"I heard from Omir that they seem to have a leader called ’Master’ who supposedly can completely solve the Black Fog disaster."

Rod’s heart stirred, and he perked up his ears.

Noel exclaimed, "Master? Aren’t they attendants of the four True Gods? Why would there be a master? What kind of being could hold such a title?"

Ove slightly shook his head, "I don’t know. Omir told me they supposedly have a very effective method to counter the Black Fog, called the Fire of Life or Guardian Fire, I can’t remember clearly."

"Forget it,"

Noel waved his hand.

"These are minor matters. We’ve already achieved decisive victories on land, in the sky, at sea, in the Spirit Realm, and in the Sea of Source. The Black Fog disaster being completely eradicated is just a matter of time. That ’Master’ is likely something the Seven Gods put forward for power struggles... I have no desire to get involved; as long as the final battle is victorious, I’ll retire to the mountains and rivers, engaging in sports with my beloved beauties daily."

Ove looked at him disdainfully, "Vulgar, vulgar, shameless, cowardly, I truly regret being with you."

Noel picked his teeth, "Why? This is the most fundamental life activity of humans. Is it wrong for me to like it? It’s not like I’m asking you to join."

Just before Ove’s anger erupted, a commotion broke out ahead.

A giant shouted, "No, I’m not convinced. Why didn’t fate choose me? I don’t believe it; where’s the Ancestor? I want to hear it directly from the Ancestor!"

"Shut up!"

A loud roar interrupted him; the King of the Deep Sea Asdes stood up.

"Rakasa, don’t you even believe the High Priest’s words? The exalted Ancestor is constantly pondering the fate of the Giant Clan, how could he have time to follow your arrangements?"

The giant lowered his head but his tone remained stubborn, "Such a significant matter, and the Ancestor doesn’t show up; I don’t believe it. If I don’t get an answer, I won’t acknowledge this result."