The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1346 393: Our World Is Too Crowded_4

After a pause, he drove away the guard captain who was eavesdropping nearby, lowered his voice, and spoke to the Great Sage in front of him.

"Moreover, just yesterday, a terrifyingly powerful Chaos Chosen appeared at the front line, injuring quite a few of our Rune Warriors. In the end, it was Mr. Gunter who personally defeated him, but... that gentleman was also slightly injured."

Dousuke's warm smile instantly froze, and a hint of seriousness appeared between his brows.

"Mr. Gunter was injured? Is it... serious?"

Salute shook his head like a rattle drum, his beard sweeping back and forth on his breastplate.

"Not too serious, just a minor injury."

However, the serious expression on Dousuke's face did not lessen in the slightest, including the apprentice lying on the nightingale's back, who couldn't help but swallow nervously.

The Rock Sword Saint, Gunter Steingrabe!

A living legend, and a legend belonging to the Luo De people, the image of that silent and mountainous figure almost immediately appeared in his mind!

Since the adventurer guild was founded, Gunter is the only mortal who has stepped into the realm of the demigods through pure martial arts and will, rather than magic or divine grace.

He sublimated the simple and resilient national character of the Luo De people to the extreme, his strength as immovable as a mountain, a single sword strike could make even the space tremble!

It is said that three Demon Kings have died under his great sword.

Such a martial artist who had honed himself to the extreme could actually be injured by a mere Chaos Chosen?

It was unbelievable!

Dousuke spoke in a deep voice, "Did Gunter say what kind of power injured him? Magic? Swordsmanship? Or... something else?"

Salute shook his head, the coarse face carrying a trace of confusion and seriousness: "I don't know, that guy's power was very strange! Mr. Gunter only mentioned that it was a power he had never seen before."

Dousuke sighed softly, casting his gaze towards the endless desert beyond the pass.

"I didn't expect the erosion of Chaos on our world to have reached such an extent..."

"Do you have any clues?" Salute asked with a sliver of hope. This was not only his concern but also that of their king.

Dousuke remained silent for a long time, and finally slowly shook his head.

"Whence Chaos came, and for what purpose, has been a long-researched question in the Academic State, its history can even be traced back to the late First Epoch, the era of cooperation between the Dragon God and Saint Sis... Unfortunately, the exploration of the Void has always been slow, with only slight progress recently, but solving this issue is likely still far off."

A trace of disappointment flashed in Salute's eyes, but he expressed understanding despite the regret.

"Perhaps... this isn't a problem our generation can solve."

He laughed heartily, his voice regaining the determination befitting a Dwarf General, "In any case, we must pass the immediate hurdle, and first drive out those riffraff that sprang from who knows where back to the desert!"

At this moment, a silent figure walked over from not far away.

The man wore simple leather armor, carrying a giant sword disproportionate to his height on his back, his expression stern as the frozen soil of the Northern Realm.

He was the just-mentioned Rock Sword Saint, Gunter Steingrabe. Just by appearance, it was hard to tell that he was injured.

After all, the exposed skin nearly had no unscarred inch.

Those scars were like medals etched on his body, radiating an invisible pressure.

Gunter walked straight up to the two of them, nodded in greeting to Dousuke, and spoke directly, "Master Dousuke, I have something to discuss with you."

Dousuke nodded gladly, then looked at Salute.

The Dwarf General immediately caught on, cheerfully said: "You two chat, I'll be here waiting for you. Later, I'll take you to the tent to rest!"

Nothing is more important than the matters of a Demigod Level strongman.

Even now, in this era, mortals have the chance to defeat a Demigod Level strongman with numbers and equipment, yet still, it does not change the strategic might of the latter!

The two of them left the noisy camp side by side, coming to a quiet section of the city wall.

The fierce wind tugged at their robes' hems, beneath them was a bottomless abyss, just a glance could induce dizziness and fear uncontrollably.

And at the horizon of their sight on that vast desert, the dark outlines of the Chaos Army were slowly wriggling, like an endless rolling sea of blood.

It seemed to stretch from the world's end to here, together with their seemingly inexhaustible supply line...

Dousuke broke the silence first.

"I did not expect that you'd be injured by a Chaos Chosen."

He stared into Gunter's weather-beaten profile and asked softly, "What level was that guy? Was he a demigod like you?"

Gunter shook his head, not answering this question.

He just gazed at the distant Chaos Army, his voice deep and hoarse, "Recently, our power is weakening. Do you have any insight?"

Dousuke immediately understood the deep meaning behind his words—a Chaos Chosen that injured him must not have been a demigod, perhaps not even a grandmaster.

Otherwise, he would never be so cautious, as if facing a formidable enemy.

After a moment of silence, those cloudy old eyes flashed with a complex look, and Dousuke slowly spoke.

"Perhaps... it relates to there being too many Demigod Level strongmen in our world."

Gunter furrowed his brows.

"What do you mean?"

"According to the Academic State's research over hundreds of years, the power a world can bear is limited." Speaking as a scholar, Dousuke explained in an unemotional tone, "Ideally, ten demigods might be a world's optimal balance because beyond that lies the realm of true Divine."

After a pause, he said further.

"However, convincing those with power to return to the cycle isn't easy, the nobles of the Imperial show some restraint in the face of the temptation of power and longevity, but it's far from enough. Too many people possess too noble souls, even if a tenth of them show a longing for power, it would split the honor from our hands."

"Currently, just in our human nations, there are ten demigods, and numerous divine artifacts brimming with the power of demigods. The dwarves have their Rune Masters, the elves have their Forest Speakers, and the Hell's Demon Gods and that guy's minions steal away our already precarious faith…"

Watching Gunter deep in thought, he continued softly.

"Our world is too crowded. It might not relate to whether you've worked hard enough on cultivation... I thought you had already realized that."

His voice was neither regretful nor helpless, more like stating a fact.

Gunter remained silent for a long time, then suddenly smiled, that smile resolute and steadfast.

"That's not the answer I wanted to hear."

Dousuke sighed softly, his voice seeming to meld with the wind.

"But it is the truth."

Gunter nodded, signaling his understanding, said nothing more, and turned to leave along the city wall.

He still believed that since he could break through the chains of fate with his sword as a commoner, ascending to the steps of a demigod, he could likewise break through his own bottleneck and become stronger within his limited lifespan!

If demigod isn't enough—

Then become a being above a demigod!

He believed deeply that the path to divinity lay upon the sword in his hand!

Surely, once achieving the status above demigods, those weaker would no longer hold him back...

Dousuke did not try to hold him back, simply observed that rock-like steadfast back quietly.

And in those cloudy eyes, an unknowable, profound essence quietly flowed...