Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 1253 - 684: The Foundation of a Thousand-Year Great Nation_2

Clad in meticulously tailored massive sealed armor, their entire bodies covered tightly from head to toe, only exposing a pair of wild crimson eyes. A blood-red cloak swayed gently as they moved. They possessed two pairs of symmetrical arms, and although they held no weapons, their sheer robustness left no one doubting their lethal potential.

Following closely behind them were two identical Hobgoblin Giants, the only difference being that they carried large tower shields as massive as a regular human’s door on their backs. These defensive weapons, when wielded with sufficient strength, could transform into formidable offensive weapons.

Behind them were two Golia Barbarians. Their armor covered only the vital areas, studded with crude spikes, silently conveying that it wasn’t mere protection. They carried on their backs colossal weapons tied with peace knots.

Whether Hobgoblin Giants or Golia Barbarians, their physiques, when walking separately, would undoubtedly make them the most attention-grabbing figures on any street. However, when compared to the Crimson Plunderers at the forefront, their presence paled somewhat, appearing almost dwarf-like from a distance. freёwebnoѵel.com

As they advanced along the street and approached, the citizens of Susar finally realized that this group consisted entirely of colossal beings that required one to lift their heads just to look up at them.

Yet when compared to the last pair of colossal entities entering the city, even the Crimson Plunderers fell short. These were two Giant Bears, terrifying creatures over six meters tall. When they tread the streets, the spacious promenade seemed to narrow significantly.

What astonished people even more was that the two Giant Bears showed no inclination to drool over the crowds with a predatory look as if they were staring at food. Instead, they enthusiastically greeted the Susar citizens in Common Tongue, startling many children to burst into tears.

These were Sage Bear Species.

The knowledgeable citizens of Susar immediately identified their origin, but more questions arose.

Were these bears enlightened? Or were they transformed Bearmen or Druids?

If they were enlightened, it couldn’t explain their status as Ferocious Bears, as Ferocious Bears belonged to the realm of Magic Beasts, which could not be enlightened by the magic of Enlightenment.

If they were Bearmen or Druids transformed, they wouldn’t be able to accept riding since they were intelligent beings, their minds resembling those of Humans.

Both Giant Bears had specialized saddles fitted on their backs, each carrying one rider—a man and a woman.

The woman, flawless in both appearance and demeanor, exuded an indescribable aura of nobility. She smiled warmly as she frequently greeted surrounding citizens, even identifying many of them. Each name she called elicited a wave of cheers from the crowd. Those named were especially ecstatic, their faces flushed as they screamed their hearts out.

For she was none other than Tainalasta, the Crown Princess of the Komeer Kingdom. To be remembered by her—what an indescribable honor! Especially for those who had only met her once, exchanged but a few words.

Neither the massive, intelligent blue Giant Bear nor the Crown Princess, in her undeniable charm, could overshadow the unique charisma of the male rider.

His aura fluctuated unpredictably, shaped by the attitudes and reactions of those who gazed upon him.

"Is he truly the Conqueror? How is that possible? Why is he so young? So handsome? The legends said he had a face full of coarse beard and scars, arms thicker than thighs!"

"Legends are just legends; they can’t be trusted. He hails from noble bloodlines of Tesser and carries the lineage of the Silver Elves. How could he resemble a Barbarian? You were deceived by the rough imagery of those coarse men. This is exactly how I imagined the Conqueror to be—possessing not only immense strength but also Transcendent wisdom, easily toying with enemies as if they were pawns in his hands. Ah, I’m done for. I’m completely smitten. This lifetime, I refuse to marry anyone but him!"

"Dream on! Before fantasizing, take a good look in the mirror and see if you even have the qualifications. Do you possess unrivaled beauty or an illustrious identity? Neither of those? Then what makes you think you’re fit for him? Could he even spare you a glance?"

"Don’t you all agree that this Conqueror matches our Crown Princess perfectly? Whether in appearance or status, if he were to become Her Majesty’s husband, everything he possesses would become part of our Komeer Kingdom."

"Although he’s accomplished a few feats, he’s still a little short of being worthy of our Crown Princess. I heard he’s come here for the Rocklands this time. If he can lead the Conqueror Army to completely sweep through it and claim the title of Rockland Duke, then he will truly earn that qualification."

"Such matters are up to His Majesty and the kingdom’s nobles to concern themselves with. You don’t need to trouble yourself over them."

"What a heavy sense of killing intent! Just how many lives has he taken to exude such an aura?"

"Is such imposing presence even appropriate for someone of his age?"

"Truly befitting of a Conqueror. His current glory is certainly no accident."

The women, both older and younger, saw before them a young, handsome, robust general who smiled at them gentlemanly—a dream lover they secretly yearned for.