Chapter 891: Chapter 382 Race Background Weapon, True Martial Heavenly King

At an independent seat on the side of the Parliament, Damon Lopes approached a young man with an imposing figure at the edge and said with a grin, “Brother, hello, let me introduce myself, my name is Damon Lopes.”

The young man with the imposing figure paused for a moment and then smiled, “Brother Lopes, hello, my name is Joshua Welan.”

But as soon as the two had exchanged greetings, the entire meeting room’s space trembled and distorted slightly.

In front of the meeting room, on the circular thrones, five figures radiating the pressure of kings appeared, immediately causing everyone below to become solemn.

The Divine Sky Heavenly King, dressed in ancient garb, glanced below and said in a gentle voice, “Everyone, please find a seat and sit down; the meeting is about to begin.”

At that moment, on the thrones in front, three more figures surrounded by the aura of rules appeared, followed by several more, and soon there were eleven kings present.

The rule aura invisibly emanating from the ten or so kings converged above, forming an intangible and heavy pressure in the meeting room, distorting the space itself.

“So many kings!” exclaimed Damon Lopes.

The powerfully built young man sitting beside him also nodded sentimentally, “Indeed, it’s also my first time seeing so many kings appear.”

Buzz! At that moment, a White Light burst forth from the thrones on the high platform, and then four figures appeared out of thin air, instantly spreading the pressure of Heavenly Kings and kings everywhere.

“You two, take a seat over there.”

As Gabriel’s voice fell, two thrones, each ten meters tall and conjured from Divine Light, appeared to the left of the original twenty-five.

“This…” Jack Clark hesitated.

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The Divine Sky Heavenly King smiled slightly, “Sit down, you’ve already earned the right to be up here.”

When the Divine Sky Heavenly King spoke, other kings who had already seen the roster of key personnel for this great battle and knew of Jack Clark’s info also nodded to them in acknowledgement.

Although the Federation’s internal atmosphere was harmonious and most King-level strong men did not possess any air of superiority, it didn’t mean that their status could be ignored.

As strong men who had stepped into the realm of myth, they must be given the respect their status deserved.

This respect was not merely a reflection of strength, but also of their many years of contribution to the Human Race. In the Federation, the stronger a cultivator’s power, the higher their status, and likewise, the greater the responsibilities they shouldered.

This applied to Jack Clark and Freya Louise as well.

Freya Louise, the pilot of Number One, also had combat power comparable to king-level, and the enemies she would face next would surely be of the Demon King level, where the slightest negligence could result in death.

Thinking this, Jack Clark and Freya Louise nodded slightly, without declining, and took their seats on the thrones in the rear.

However, compared to the other thrones with crowns engraved on the backrests, these two looked somewhat more simple.

But even so, it represented the distinct status of Jack Clark and Freya Louise, attracting the attention of everyone present. Many who did not recognize them showed curiosity and puzzlement in their eyes.

And for Damon Lopes, his eyes widened in disbelief, “Damn, Brother Callum is actually in the Heavenly Abyss Battle City, and he’s even sitting up there.”

Joshua Welan became curious, “Brother Lopes, do you know the person sitting up there?”

“Know him? Of course, I do. His name is Jack Clark, he’s a good brother of mine.” Damon Lopes looked conflicted and somewhat wistful.

“To think that just a few months ago, I was fighting side by side with him, and during our downtime, we would discuss which beauty had bigger breasts and which one had longer legs. And now, before I knew it, he’s sitting on a throne.”

On the thrones in front, Jack Clark’s mouth twitched involuntarily. It’s not like he had ever discussed with you which beauty had bigger breasts or longer legs; you’re the one who was always looking at those risque photos on your mobile phone.

Jack Clark and Joshua Welan both paused slightly because that name seemed familiar to him. His brother had a classmate named Jack Clark, rumored to have extraordinary talent.

Could it be…

Just then, in front of the high platform, more king-level figures began to emerge.

And when a middle-aged man with a serious expression appeared on the foremost throne, many faces showed excitement and all those below stood up.

“We pay respect to the True Martial Throne.”

The middle-aged man nodded slowly, “Please sit down, everyone; there’s no need for formality.”

The True Martial Heavenly King.

Looking at the middle-aged man, Jack Clark’s eyes also showed respect; he hadn’t expected to meet this legendary character today.

As a veteran Heavenly King Level powerhouse, not only was his cultivation powerful, but he had also made outstanding contributions to the Human Race, such as establishing the Body Casting Secret Technique for early Foundation Building.

The explosive growth of Human Race cultivators in the past decade had a significant connection with this Foundation Building Secret Technique, and thus, even Jack Clark couldn’t help but feel respect.

And now, the Rule Aura flowed faintly around this strong man, as if existing in a world apart, invisibly exuding an indescribable pressure.

Like Sesi’s mother, the True Martial Heavenly King was only one step away from fully entering the Supreme category.

And Jack Clark had once read on the True Martial Heavenly King’s profile that the strong man held in his hands a Race Background Weapon known as the True Martial Divine Tablet, with terrifying combat power.

Once, wielding the True Martial Divine Tablet, he faced off against a Demon God of the Purgatory Demon Race without falling short, which is how he got his name.

With the arrival of the True Martial Heavenly King, the atmosphere in the Great Hall suddenly became more solemn.

At that moment, on the main seat, a three-meter diameter Golden Rubik’s Cube slowly appeared, and then an invisible fluctuation swept over everyone, enveloping the whole meeting room.

An aged voice from within the Golden Rubik’s Cube slowly rose, “Now that everyone has arrived, we should begin soon. Divine Sky, you will preside over this war conference.”

Divine Sky Heavenly King nodded and said in a deep voice, “For this campaign, our side has assembled two primary warring legions, three reserve legions, and two hundred thousand logistical reinforcements for the Heavenly Abyss city.”