My military branches can Evolve Infinitely-Chapter 546 - 345: I Choose to Steamroll (4K)_2

Glasses Man Duke chuckled and quickly steered the conversation away from that topic.

The Golden Lion Prince's raised lips stiffened slightly as he turned to look at Catwoman.

Catwoman smiled awkwardly, "Uh, this... shouldn't we first clarify the mission process? Oh yes, my name is Sanhua, from the Federation of All Nations. I'm relatively skilled in gathering intelligence and reconnaissance."

Catwoman shifted the topic.

In truth, she didn't mind cooperating, but her instincts told her that cooperating with the Golden Lion Prince wouldn't be a partnership; it would be working entirely under someone else's command.

She too was a Lord of Xin Xing, unwilling to be dictated by others.

However, she didn't dare offend a prince from the Holy Griffon Empire. Putting his identity aside, the sheer power that the Golden Lion Prince revealed was enough to make her tremble with fear.

He had not less than three Dual Wing Angels of Epic Life.

One of them, with wings gold-tinged white, was very likely an entity of Epic Two Stars Life, with the potential to evolve into the 'Four-winged Angel' of Epic Three Stars.

And probably, this prince possessed more than just three Epics; there could well be a fourth or even a fifth.

Offending this prince, if he decided to set some small traps for her, could mean that her trial would indeed become impossible to overcome.

The others held similar thoughts, sharing a bit about their origins and strengths to hint at the possibility for cooperation, yet they carefully avoided any mention of taking orders from the Golden Lion Prince.

They couldn't afford to provoke the Golden Lion Prince, but surely they could still avoid him?

The low-key Lord Shepherd quietly observed, gleaning quite a bit of information. He was likely the person among all the lords present with the least experience.

He ignored the names given by the other Trial Lords, assuming most were fake.

He assigned his own code names to these trialists.

To the man wearing a magician's top hat, Mu Yuan referred to as 'Magician', who claimed to be from Wan Shang Country. This nation revered commerce and had trade routes covering every corner of the world, one of the seven chosen nations.

'Catwoman', from the 'Federation of All Nations', and 'Glasses Man', from 'Star Luo Holy Palace', were both native forces remaining from the old era. Like the Holy Griffon Empire, these states were positioned in more inland areas.

The Star Luo Holy Palace worshipped the old era gods; the Federation of All Nations, on the other hand, was composed of many remnants of past civilizations and races.

Their gazes shifted to the Silver Armour Giant.

From within the massive giant's helmet, a soft and melodious voice emerged, "I... I come from the Thunder Mountain Range and am, uh, quite good at frontal assaults."

He was a minor country Lord.

Of course, it wasn't discounted that he might have lied about his origins and used a voice changer.

After all, Mu Yuan himself…

He was currently dressed in a set of dark blue armor, his silver hair fluttering, with eyes glowing red, "My name is Tianxing, from Yongxing Empire, good at a little bit of everything."

This was a transformation he had undertaken for safety, right before the countdown ended.

Using Duo Lai's Perfect Mimicry ability.

Not only could this ability change his appearance and physique, but even external equipment and accessories could be modified as well. This change was not an illusion; it was a fundamental transformation, imperceptible to any insight skills.

As for why conceal his identity…

In the grand scheme of the world, Tianyuan was just an insignificant nobody. But with a prince from the Holy Griffon Empire present in this trial, and given there was a certain competitive element amongst the trialists…

Wearing a disguise might not be useful.

But without the disguise, in a crucial moment where it might be needed, there could be trouble.

It's always best to play it safe.

Moreover, in this trial, he was planning to…

"Dada dada—"

Gears turned, and the heavy, deep door slowly opened, revealing a staircase leading straight upwards.

The Golden Lion Prince, leading his nine officers, walked out first.

"Let's go, let's go. What we'll need to do next depends on the situation. The trial mission has given us too few hints."

Glasses Man stepped up to follow.

Outside, the space opened into another vast hall. The hall was supported by several thick columns, with the dome looming a good twenty meters above the ground. The sunlight shone through the crystal surfaces of the dome, casting a golden glow throughout the hall.

At the end of the hall stood a majestic statue of a god.

The face of the God Statue was indiscernible, with pure white wings slightly folded.

However, as Mu Yuan gazed upon this statue, the name of the deity naturally surfaced in his mind.

'God of Purity'.

In the old era, many gods coexisted on the Eternal Continent. Of course, according to scholars from the Tai Xuan Alliance, the deities of old were merely powerful life forms. It was their innate control over magnificent forces that made them gods to the lesser beings.

"God of Purity..." The Magician recalled something and said, "It seems that back then, when the Pure White Kingdom fell, the God of Purity perished as well."

Glasses Man nodded, "Indeed, and the fall of the Pure White Kingdom happened so swiftly that their patron state, the Bright Empire, didn't have time to offer help before the kingdom became a part of history... wait, could it be that our trial is facing the very historical battle in which the Pure White Kingdom perished?"

The more Glasses Man thought about it, the more likely it seemed, causing a chill to run down his spine.

After all, the Pure White Kingdom wasn't an insignificant nation like Eagletown or Blacksnake, situated in desolate areas and already in ruins.

The Pure White Kingdom had the foundational size to be called a kingdom. Within its border, it surely had a few Legendary Realm beings in residence, a number of fully formed Army Soul Corps, and dozens or even hundreds of Fourth-order Strongmen.