Federation established for over six hundred years, a thousand years of chaos, thus Tucker is already over two thousand years old.
For ordinary people, two thousand years is akin to the shifting of seas and mountains.
Yet for gods with endless lifespans, two thousand years is not even considered a long duration.
Tucker walked with hands behind his back on the wide asphalt road, his ancient attire fluttering in the wind.
"The legendary Wizard, the mysterious traveler of time and space, the catalyst for the gods' downfall, Mr. Carl Bergman."
He spoke with a haunting tone:
"We have finally met."
"Thunder Spear, Emperor's Blade, Godslayer War God." Carl gazed at the opponent, eyes showing heaviness:
"Do you intend to kill me?"
"No!" Tucker shook his head, looking down at his own hands:
"I only know how to kill."
"Speaking of which, I should thank you; you helped Yiyeta achieve her father's ideal."
"Yiyeta?" Carl's eyes showed slight movement:
"Your wife?"
"Yes."
Tucker nodded:
"The third daughter of Ruch Ganggro, the jewel of the Kolong Empire, and my Thunder Spear's wife."
Ruch Ganggro was the Federation's first president.
Also the first to become a bloodline under the gods' curse, considered the ancestor of all bloodlines.
And Yiyeta, is his daughter.
"I've heard your story before." Carl laughed:
"Back then, to become a Legendary Knight, you became Yiyeta's husband, gaining support from the Kolong Royal Family."
"Then..."
"Step by step, you became a Holy Knight, Godslayer Knight, hailed as the sharpest war spear in the Kolong Kingdom."
"Indeed!" Recalling the past, Tucker's eyes sparkled, and his whole person seemed to come alive:
"I didn't marry Yiyeta for love, yet I felt what love was through her."
"Because of her, I became who I am today."
Carl was thoughtful.
Whether in his impressions or historical records, Thunder Spear Tucker was always criticized.
Tucker, born in Gando, betrayed multiple times to achieve his aims, disregarding the knight's code.
Historical texts label him a petty man who stops at nothing to achieve his goals.
However,
Born in poverty, Tucker never deemed loyalty owed to anyone; he was only loyal to himself.
Or perhaps,
Later, Yiyeta.
And Thunder Spear Tucker is also the only one born of commoner status to successfully slay god.
In his words: I am loyal only to my inner self, not rules, upbringing, bloodline...
Why should lowly commoners not become noble knights?
Why must the lord receive loyalty?
Why can't mortals slay gods?
He did it!
In the scorn, curses, and anger of countless people, he ascended to the peak step by step, living to today.
Even bringing many born of commoner status to gain nobility.
"Your God Slaying Spear allowed me to successfully slay god and become Fourth Tier." Tucker turned around, face serious:
"Thank you!"
"No need to thank me, I just made a deal with others, your achievements are due to your own ability." Carl shook his head:
"No matter how the world degrades you, Thunder Spear Tucker ultimately fulfilled his former promise."
"To let commoners no longer be lowly."
"Haha..." Tucker laughed heartily, laughter like thunder, yet the surrounding people seemed not to hear it.
"Few can make me feel like a friend in such a short conversation, you're one of them."
"Let's formally introduce ourselves."
"Tucker, Yiyeta's husband."
"Carl." Carl spoke:
"A wizard."
"Carl." Tucker nodded:
"Temple of Gods, Federation, Night Watcher Organization found the Blood Alliance base, demanding we hand over the Child of Destruction."
"I had to come to you."
"The Child of Destruction is not with me." Carl shook his head:
"Sorry."
"No need for word games, not with you, but you know who he is and where he is." Tucker said:
"Tell me."
Carl raised his eyebrows.
To be fair, even living over two thousand years, Tucker still possessed a warrior's intuition.
And the sharpness of addressing the problem's core.
He didn't need to hear so-called explanations from Carl, just needed to achieve his own goal.
"What if I say no?"
"Zheng!"
A spear appeared in Tucker's hands, the answer still straightforward:
"Then let us battle!"
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Carl grasped with one hand, the space around them instantly cutting off from the present world, becoming an independent realm.
A vast void, the two stood in emptiness.
"Mastery of time and space."
Thunder Spear Tucker's voice carried admiration:
"Worthy of the legendary wizard, such means I've only seen in those six Upper Gods."
Time and space,
Not just space, but time as well.
And this effortless manipulation of time and space, only a Middle Level God mastering the time-space laws could manage.
"We needn't fight."
Carl held the Magic Wand, gently shrugging:
"The purpose of bloodlines' existence is to resist the gods, and the Child of Destruction is the key to the Twilight of the Gods."
"And moreover..."
"Do you think handing over the Child of Destruction will make the gods outside spare this world?"
"Carl." Tucker gently raised the spear, speaking slowly:
"I am just a warrior; I neither understand nor wish to understand grand doctrines, there's only one way to convince me."
"Defeat me!"
"Buzz..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the spear in his hand trembled, followed by intense shaking in the surrounding void.
Under Carl's space-stretching technique, the two were separated by a thousand meters, yet now the spear suddenly appeared in front of him.
The sharp spear glimmered with cold light, aimed straight at the heart.
"Retreat!"
Carl lowly shouted.
Instantly.
The space they occupied stretched rapidly, hundreds of meters, a thousand meters, ten thousand meters, even to thousands of miles...
This is the realm of gods!
Carl was indeed a War God, but he had devoured and refined countless Divine Fires, comprehending numerous laws.
Stretching space was merely the simplest method.
Tucker's expression unchanged, only his eyes lit up slightly, soon the spear reappeared in front of Carl.
Space,
Seemed to hold no meaning for him.
Hmm?
Carl slightly raised an eyebrow, once again uttering 'True Word.'
"Slow!"
This time.
Space continued stretching, simultaneously, time where Tucker was began to slow significantly.
Almost infinitely nearing a standstill.
Conversely.
The time where Carl was accelerated.
One fast, one slow, gaining limitless choice.
"Fire!"
He softly waved the Magic Wand, a spark shot from the wand's tip, instantly igniting.
In Tucker's perception, the spark wasn't a mere flame, but a burning sun, a consuming blaze.
Nowhere to hide, no place to evade.
"Zheng!"
The spear trembled again.
The penetrating sharpness disdained spatial, temporal, and fiery interception, once more appearing before Carl.
Moreover,
Close to clothing.
"My Knight Path, singular, pure, sole."
Tucker's eyes lowered:
"Foreign objects hard to sway."
"Break!"
"Boom!"
Terrifying energy erupted from the spear tip, shattering time, space, and flame with sheer force.
