novelraw Chapter 1189: What Did He See?
Chapter 1189: What Did He See?
"Heh," Lyon smirked, his eyes locked onto Rakumtatak. "Liu, Kesya, remember how I taught you guys how to pluck the wings out of a bird?"
"Huh?" Liu looked at the back of Lyon, bewildered by the unexpected request.
"I see, hahaha," Kesya seemed to understand the task at hand, hitting her fist against her own palm in realization.
"You may use your regalias," Lyon declared as he began to step forward, his confidence unwavering.
Rakumtatak, with an unyielding grin, also stepped forward. His massive frame arced forward as he took a deep breath, his booming voice echoing through the battlefield, "TOOOOORRRRRRGAAAAAA!!"
His name echoed, sending shivers through the hearts of those who were not powerful enough to endure the resonance. Lyon could feel the breeze of air through his hair as the mighty call reached its peak. However, instead of responding with words, he answered with a burst of steps the moment the echoes ceased.
"Here they come!" said Yala inwardly, sensing the imminent clash between the two emperors.
In a synchronized dance of power, Rakumtatak and Lyon covered distances, moving toward each other at the same time. The ground quivered beneath their steps as they closed in on the inevitable collision.
"Move!!" Rakumtatak’s booming voice commanded, and with a swing of his axe, he paved a merciless path for blood. Devil cultivators in the vicinity stood no chance against his casual but devastating swing, and the battlefield bore witness to the unforgiving might of the Ogre Emperor.
"Now this entertains me!" said Muspell from atop Lyon’s head. The Almighty Ox, a formidable presence, stood ready as his greatest disciple transformed under the blessing. Lyon, with a ringing earring, gained speed and a destructive force that seemed unparalleled. His bronzed skin became almost impenetrable.
At the center of the battlefield, Lyon and Rakumtatak met in a clash of titans. Lyon’s fist collided with the deadly axe’s blade, and the thunderous impact created an otherworldly shockwave. The force swept away the unworthy agents of the war, leaving a trail of chaos and destruction in its wake. The realm trembled at the sheer might unleashed in this confrontation between Lyon Torga, a disciple of the Almighty Ox, and Rakumtatak, the Ogre Emperor. The air crackled with energy as their clash resonated through the unfolding saga, marking a pivotal moment in the tapestry of their intertwined destinies.
The clash between the axe and Lyon’s fist continued in a continuous stalemate. Rakumtatak grinned, taunting Lyon, "What’s wrong? You seemed a lot weaker than I remember!"
"Heh, for the record, I died!" Lyon retorted with a grin of his own, revealing the extraordinary nature of his return.
"You remember what I want?" Rakumtatak questioned, a glint of anticipation in his eyes.
"Of course!" Lyon affirmed without hesitation.
"Good!!" Rakumtatak lessened his force, and the sudden change in momentum caught Lyon off guard. In that moment of vulnerability, Rakumtatak seized the opportunity and delivered a powerful uppercut to Lyon’s abdomen. The impact resonated through the fantastical battlefield, a testament to the unpredictable ebb and flow of their fierce confrontation. The dynamics of the clash shifted once more, and the unfolding saga hung in the balance as the two emperors continued their relentless dance of power.
Lyon’s feet were barely off the ground as he absorbed the hit with stoic resilience, a smile never escaping his face. He confronted Rakumtatak with a smirk, his unwavering demeanor surprising even the Ogre Emperor.
"Huh?" Rakumtatak was taken aback as Lyon remained on the ground, a small wisp of smoke covering his abdomen. "Heh, you combatant genius!" Rakumtatak exclaimed. "It’s your own mana, isn’t it!"
"Oldest trick in the book," Lyon casually replied before seizing the opportunity. He grabbed Rakumtatak’s arm, his expression turning serious. "I have a proposal."
"What? Are you seriously going to make a deal in this situation?" Rakumtatak questioned, a mix of disbelief and curiosity in his tone.
"I can give you what you want, but not until everything is settled," Lyon proposed.
"What is it?" said Rakumtatak, intrigued by Lyon’s proposal.
"End Nifelheim and Paradise," Lyon declared, his killing intent vehemently bursting from his sharp eyes. "Besides, I won’t be able to give you what you want, not with my power as of now."
Rakumtatak raised his brows, realizing the gravity of Lyon’s request. Nifelheim, the source of anti-mana, and Paradise, the stronghold of devil cultivators, were to be eradicated. "I’ve heard the stories," said Rakumtatak, his curiosity growing. "Did he kill you?"
"Yes, they did," Lyon confirmed with a resolute tone.
"This is not for the greater good then?" Rakumtatak grinned, understanding that Lyon’s motivations were deeply personal.
"This one is personal," Lyon emphasized before taking a step back and extending his hand in an offer of alliance. "You’ll help me, right? My rival."
"As long as I get what I want," Rakumtatak declared before sealing the deal with a firm handshake.
Lyon turned, and Rakumtatak followed suit, their backs now facing each other. "How about a little competition?" Lyon proposed.
Rakumtatak, with his axe over his shoulder, raised his chin as he observed the cowering devil cultivators. "Head rolls?"
"Wings plucked," Lyon countered.
"Fine," agreed Rakumtatak.
"But your sum will be halved," Lyon added, injecting a sense of challenge. "Give this handicap, at the least. I’m not at Zenith Realm anymore."
"You’ll still lose," Rakumtatak asserted confidently.
"Love your enthusiasm," Lyon remarked before vanishing from sight, leaving an air of anticipation behind.
"It has begun," said Yala. "The massacre."
Taking up space, Rakumtatak raised his axe. The veins in his forearms popped and pulsed before swinging down. The crack slithered quickly like a snake before snapping open, swallowing the devil cultivators in its merciless descent. The battlefield bore witness to the grim competition between Lyon Torga and Rakumtatak, the emperors whose clash now took a different form—a contest of brutality and retribution.
The Phantom, Liu, moved like a shadow, his actions swift and unseen, while the Frenzy, Kesya, drew the attention of the cowering devil cultivators. Rakumtatak, fueled by merciless brutality, unleashed a relentless assault, and Yala could only watch the grim spectacle unfold. Mesmerized by the chaos, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her. Looking up, Yala’s amazed glance only grew.
"Yala, you really are her daughter," Lyon remarked with a smirk, the killing happening behind him as he acknowledged the unmistakable resemblance between Yala and her formidable mother, Iris.
Lyon chose to sit back and relax beside her, his gaze fixed on the deadly battlefield as if watching a mundane movie.
"U-Uncle, aren’t you going to help them?" Yala asked, a mix of concern and curiosity in her voice.
"I am helping them; the proof is you. You can’t stand up, can you?" Lyon smirked, his confidence evident. "This is the power of the Torga bloodline. No matter how high your cultivation level is, you’ll be my equal or below."
The revelation hung in the air, marking the extraordinary nature of Lyon’s lineage.
Iris was initially mesmerized by the revelation, but her concern quickly shifted to her father. "U-Uncle! Please help me!"
Lyon, still reclined and seemingly indifferent, responded, "Don’t worry, once this is over, you can get up on your feet."
"No, not that! My, my mother, she is most likely imprisoned, and my father is gravely injured from a surprise attack! My home... is facing a rebellion," Iris urgently conveyed the distressing news.
Lyon’s brows furrowed upon hearing the gravity of the situation. The air of nonchalance dissipated as the weight of Iris’s words sank in. The unfolding saga took an unexpected turn as Lyon contemplated the challenges that awaited him beyond the current battlefield.
"Hmm," Lyon raised his hand as if summoning a waiter. "Liu, come here."
"I’m here," Liu promptly appeared in front of him, kneeling with a display of swift efficiency that left Yala astonished.
"Can you retrieve Iris for me? Yala said that she is most likely in the prison of the Elven Empire," Lyon instructed.
"Most certainly," Liu acknowledged.
"Thanks," Lyon expressed his gratitude with a laugh.
With that, Liu vanished, moving at a speed beyond the reach of the sun’s rays, as he embarked on a mission to retrieve Iris from the clutches of the Elven Empire’s prison.
"And your father?" Lyon inquired, his gaze focused on the bewildered Yala.
"H-He is left alone in the forest! I-I need to go get him!" Yala responded, her worry evident.
"No, it’s fine. He got Orion to heal him," Lyon reassured a hint of sarcasm in his tone. "Assuming he didn’t abandon that regalia."
Meanwhile, as Cecile and Selena confronted Luce while they were healing up.
"What did he see, Luce?" asked Selena, her gaze piercing and insistent.
Luce, the Mother Clairvoyance, gulped at the foreboding intensity in the eyes of the two empresses. She was a high-status figure, and her wisdom was coveted by kings and emperors, yet, in front of the two, she was nervous. She took a deep breath, and her lips uttered a name that carried weight in the cultivation realm a long time ago, "Sein’s death."