Emperor's Reckoning

Chapter 1188: Now He Looks Familiar!

As the echoes of the Rumbling Heaven faded away, the clouds above them scattered, revealing the aftermath of Lyon’s devastating technique. Dust slowly settled, and Lyon approached the edge of the destruction, his gaze fixed on the scene below.

A massive crater lay before him, adorned with the imprints of the golden fists that had rained down from the heavens. The very texture of the battlefield had been reshaped by the celestial onslaught. At the center of the crater, amid the wreckage, Nuphy’s battered and bloodied form lay twitching with pain.

Coughing up blood, Nuphy struggled to move within the remnants of the once-vibrant battlefield. The magnitude of Lyon’s Rumbling Heaven had taken its toll, leaving Nuphy in a state of agonizing vulnerability.

Lyon’s expression remained unreadable as he observed the consequences of his power. The air hung heavy with the scent of magic and the residue of celestial might. The battle had reached a critical juncture, leaving Nuphy at the mercy of Lyon’s overwhelming prowess. The cerulean sky above, now clear of the ominous clouds, cast its light upon the battlefield, a stark contrast to the chaos that had unfolded moments before.

Cecile, despite her fatigue, couldn’t help but smirk. "Sometimes, I forget how mighty you are..."

Lyon’s own smirk lingered as he surveyed the aftermath of the battle, Nuphy—the formidable devil cultivator with thirteen pairs of wings—now laid defeated before him.

"You can’t kill me!" Nuphy muttered defiantly, his weakened voice carrying the last vestiges of his resistance.

"I’m surprised that you can still talk," Lyon retorted casually, his gaze fixed on Nuphy. Lyon then turned around, walking away from the destruction he had wrought. With a simple extension of his arm, Scarlett, the black sword, responded to his call, flying back into his grasp.

Lyon bore his gaze on the sword in his grasp. "What’s wrong, why are you trembling? Hmm... What’s that? You want to be my Regalia? Hahahaha... you still have a long way to go!" Lyon’s laughter echoed through the battlefield as he threw the sword behind him. The black blade spun gracefully in the air before landing, its point etched toward Nuphy’s chest.

"Gh?!" Nuphy’s eyes widened in disbelief as he saw the weapon hurtling toward him.

"Take all the time you need," Lyon whispered, his voice carrying a chilling finality. With that, Lyon continued to walk away, his form gradually transforming back to his normal self. As he distanced himself from the scene, the sound of Nuphy’s wail pierced the air—a haunting symphony of agony and defeat.

Liu, carrying Selena, and Kesya supporting Cecile, gathered in front of Lyon.

"Welcome back, Master!" said Kesya, her expression filled with admiration.

"You’re home," Cecile smiled warmly, her fatigue momentarily forgotten in the joy of Lyon’s return.

"Darling..." Selena let out a warm smile, her eyes reflecting a mixture of relief and affection.

"Master," Liu nodded respectfully, acknowledging Lyon’s presence with a sense of loyalty.

Lyon nodded at all of them, appreciating the camaraderie and support from his trusted companions. However, his attention was drawn to another figure joining the gathering. Luce Veritas, accompanied by the majestic pegasus, approached with a sense of solemnity.

"Zodiac Emperor, it is truly an honor to witness your return," Luce Veritas spoke with a deep bow, his voice carrying a mixture of respect and recognition.

The pegasus, sensing the moment, nudged Luce gently as if adding its own silent greeting to Lyon.

"I’m in your debt, again, Luce," Lyon acknowledged with a bow, expressing gratitude for the assistance provided.

Lyon’s tone then shifted to a more lighthearted and shameless note. "But I have to extend my shamelessness further. Can you... take care of both of my wives for me?" Lyon clasped his hands together in a mock prayer, bowing his head theatrically towards Luce.

The gathering, though filled with the remnants of a serious battle, couldn’t help but share a collective chuckle at Lyon’s playful request. Luce, maintaining a dignified composure, nodded in response.

"It would be an honor, Zodiac Emperor," Luce replied with a faint smile, acknowledging Lyon’s unique way of expressing his trust.

Hahaha, thanks!" Lyon exclaimed with a grin before hopping onto the pegasus.

"Ack?! Where are you going?!" Kesya exclaimed, her surprise evident in her voice.

"My wives are tired, I need to clean up the mess, hahaha!" Lyon chuckled as the pegasus raised its hind legs before galloping back to the battlefield.

"I’m coming!" Kesya declared determinedly, leaping onto the pegasus and her thighs clasping Lyon’s neck as the majestic creature continued its swift journey.

"Alright, alright!" Lyon responded in an annoyed tone, feeling the weight of his companions joining him.

"I’m coming too," Liu interjected, grabbing onto Lyon’s waist with determination.

"Fine!" Lyon acquiesced reluctantly as the trio rode back toward Golem City, leaving the others behind.

"Are they going to be fine?" Luce inquired, a hint of concern in her voice.

"They’ll be fine," Cecile reassured, her tone confident. "You, on the other hand..."

"Eh?" Luce raised her brows, sensing the gravity of Cecile’s words.

"We have a lot to discuss," Selena interjected, her eyes sharpening with determination as she addressed Luce, hinting at the weighty matters that awaited their attention.

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The battlefield in Golem City underwent an immediate change in morale. The once-soaring beings capable of flight found themselves grounded, and the golems, bound by their oath to protect the city and their Emperor Hero, Lyon Torga, stood resolute.

Devil Cultivators, who had earlier boasted about their formidable cultivation, now faced a stark reality. Flight, a fundamental advantage in battle, was no longer at their disposal. Disbelief painted their faces as they grappled with the golems on the ground.

"How can this be?!" one Devil Cultivator exclaimed in frustration as he threw a punch at a golem, only to find that it couldn’t be easily blasted away. The golem retaliated with unwavering strength.

As the battle unfolded, Harvestasya, observing the events through the eyes of her own statue, couldn’t conceal her delight. "He... returned."

"Who returned?!" the Ice Spirit inquired, sensing the significance of Harvestasya’s revelation.

Harvestasya grinned at the Ice Spirit, her excitement palpable. "My Master."

Rakumtatak, the Ogre Emperor, keenly observed a new entrant to the battlefield—a horse, upon closer inspection, revealed itself to be a pegasus. A grin spread across Rakumtatak’s face, sensing an advantageous turn of events.

The devil cultivator he had been engaged with moments before had his eyes widened, pupils shrinking in realization. He turned around, only to witness Lyon dismounting from the pegasus.

"He looks... different," the devil cultivator muttered in confusion, trying to comprehend the changes in Lyon’s appearance.

"No... now he looks familiar," Rakumtatak grinned, recognizing the underlying power that had just revealed itself.

Before the devil cultivator could fully process the situation, a disturbing sound cut through the air—the unmistakable noise of meat being slashed. The devil cultivator’s head, still in a state of disbelief, hovered over the battlefield for a brief moment before tumbling down to the ground.

Rakumtatak’s axe was a masterful work of craftsmanship, its design reflecting both functionality and aesthetic finesse. The intricacy of the weapon bespoke the Ogre Emperor’s status and the reverence afforded to his chosen instrument of war.

The axehead, forged from a gleaming, otherworldly metal, bore a razor-sharp edge, its surface etched with swirling patterns reminiscent of arcane symbols. The metal itself seemed to possess an otherworldly luster, catching the light in a way that hinted at its supernatural origin.

The body of the axe featured a robust and imposing structure, its weight distributed for optimal balance. Intricate runes and tribal engravings adorned the shaft, telling the tales of Rakumtatak’s victories and the lineage of the ogre clans he represented. Each detail on the handle held symbolic significance, from the meticulously carved grip ensuring a secure hold to the pommel that bore the insignia of Rakumtatak’s reign.

The gleaming edge left trails of ethereal light, adding a surreal and intimidating aspect to the weapon. The overall design was a fusion of the ancient and the supernatural, embodying the power and heritage of the Ogre Emperor. Rakumtatak’s axe, a weapon that transcended mere functionality, became an extension of the ruler’s identity, an embodiment of the might that he wielded on the battlefield.

Rakumtatak, one-handed axe in his grasp, exchanged glances with Lyon as the lifeless body of the devil cultivator crumpled to the ground. The unspoken understanding between the two powerful figures resonated on the battlefield, a testament to the rivalry forged in the midst of chaos.

The gaze-lock between Rakumtatak and Lyon Torga transcended the physical realm, carrying with it the weight of their power and the unspoken understanding that only two formidable rulers could share. Yala, a witness to this clash of titans, could feel the energy emanating from their confrontation, a force that seemed to resonate through the air and stir the very essence of the fantastical world.

As the two emperors locked eyes, Yala couldn’t help but sense the gravity of their exchange. It was a moment that transcended the chaos of battle, a moment where the destinies of warriors and the currents of fate converged in a league far beyond the reach of ordinary beings. Yala, though on her knees, felt as if she were in the presence of a cosmic struggle, an unfolding saga that would leave an indelible mark on the tapestry of the Three Realms.