Born in Blood

Chapter 367 Yacht

Liam’s covert King’s Eye zoomed towards the horizon.

The method of transportations the Echorians were using was in line with their signature inscription and formation capabilities.

They were flying on luxury air-yachts.

Made from marble, gold, silver and other eloquently built materials, radiating with flashy lights.

Its frame was way bigger than the most expensive yachts on earth by a long shot.

They weightlessly glided through the air, at a leisurely but steady speed.

They looked like diamond clouds with how they hovered over the sparkling ocean.

Meanwhile, muffled shouts filled the island’s air.

The Elders were commanding the acolytes to make their last minute preparation and to get ready.

Landing ports were already made specifically to accept the Royals, but their impeccable timing caught the Temple off guard.

Liam ushered himself inside the temple and located the hordes of guards situated throughout the four corners of the pyramid.

The exterior of the pyramid was like an impregnable fortress, which was partly due to the hordes of acolytes and elders guarding it.

Or course, they had to make themselves as relaxed as possible in order not to intimidate the Royals.

They were guests.

The acolytes were hosts.

No matter what the purpose behind the meeting was, war was definitely not the intention.

Plus, being kind to a guest was deeply rooted in Ilalian culture.

Liam made his way to the fourth floor.

The interior of the pyramid resembled a five-star hotel.

There was a vast, luxuriously decorated ground floor lit by a beautiful crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

At the same time, there were four floors that went upwards to the pyramidal ceiling, which were visible from the first floor.

On the second and third floor, a gentle orchestra would perform.

As Liam arrived on the fourth floor, a few familiar faces met his gaze.

Jargon, Oro, Maeve, Ruth and Krel were there among others, looking battle-ready and war-hardened.

One had to remember the hate Ilalians harbored for Echorians.

Even Jargon hated them with an undying fury due to how Revel was treated by them.

Nevertheless, as Liam appeared, the five were taken aback.

It was clear they didn’t realize the full extent of Liam’s shapeshifting abilities.

After all, not only had Liam changed his looks, it looked as though he had changed the type of person he was!

Like there never was a Liam Royce.

Just a hard-eyed, menacing mercenary that looked like they’d been through the worst in life.

The switch was surreal.

The only way they realized it was Liam, was due to the Eternal Sword’s aura.

“What are you all gawking at me for?” Liam asked with a deep voice that matched his menacing face.

Jargon was the first to snap out of it.

With a wry look, Jargon led Liam to another room.

Liam showing his face this early was too risky.

Thankfully, there was a special room designed just for that purpose.

A glass-made one-way station that could peer outward, but couldn’t be peered into.

It was situated right above the entrance of the pyramid, and displayed the outside in perfect clarity.

Liam watched as the cluster of air-yachts slowly landed side-by-side over a patch of clear land.

Slowly, golden gangplanks extended past the yachts and descended on the ground.

The first to descend the ship was the strongest Royal aboard.

A Rank 5 Royal.

Liam saw her aura bursting with iridescent rays of light, swirling around her figure like some sort of geyser.

She had short silver hair styled to a sharp bob, and golden eyes like all the other Echorian Royals.

Even her first name started with a ‘K.’

But what separated her from the rest was the plain white kimono she wore instead of a beautiful dress.

It was like she didn’t need looks to vouch for her.

‘She’s pretty much the same as all the other Royals. Except higher ranked cultivators naturally have more beauty.’

Liam knew her as Kasrah Thyress, since Usan had been informed of the most important guests to his party.

Following her lead, more than a dozen Royals descended alongside her.

They made sure to walk behind her, though.

With their appearances, they looked like celebrities heading to a premier of some sort.

With graceful steps, Kasrah arrived at the pyramid’s entrance, where Usan was waiting for her.

With a dazzling smile, the Rank 5 Royal made a slight nod to Usan as a greeting.

Usan did the same.

“Forgive us for being so extravagant,” Kasrah said gracefully. .𝘤𝘰𝑚

“It was never our intention to bring so many, but some couldn’t resist visiting this beautiful country of yours.”

Obvious lies.

But Usan smiled.

“Please,” he said gentlemanly. “The more the better. There is enough food and drink for all.”

Then, Usan gestured for her and her followers to enter.

A moment later, the remaining air-yachts opened up, and their occupants made their way towards the entrance.

Liam scoffed in amusement.

Instantly, he spotted a few familiar faces.

Kalia Thyress. She was there, unaged a single day from how Liam remembered.

She was a Zenith now.

Kalia took in the sights with a slightly vigilant expression on her face.

A few of his teachers from the academy were there too.

But they were happy to be there.

At the same time, Liam spotted a few familiar students.

Then, past all these people, were three figures Liam recognized instantly.

The first was Nord.

The Giant’s Heir looked matured and unlike how Liam remembered him.

His shoulders were broad.

His build was sturdy and powerful.

His crimson eyes were deep.

His short black hair was combed to the side.

And his black-and-red themed robe suited him quite well.

Holding his elbow was a vermillion-haired woman Liam didn’t recognize.

Then, there was Rin and Nessa, walking side-by-side.

Rin and Nessa both had glow-ups of their own kind. Calling them beautiful was not a stretch.

Rin wore a black overcoat that fell over her shoulders.

Underneath were black wrappings that covered her from shin to shoulder.

She was tall, mature-looking and had a serenity about her.

On the other hand, Nessa wore a decorative, full black dress, like some goth woman from Earth.

She was on the shorter side, but a coldness seeped from her eyes.

But Liam’s eye constricted towards Rin’s approaching figure.

A strange thought surfaced in his mind.

‘She’s not human.’