Emperor's Reckoning

Chapter 613: Death of Erlang

The sonic boom was heard in an instant click of a moment. Two indomitable monsters quickly leaped forward, challenging the space that dared to hinder their speed.

Barat could only follow with his pupils and irises that had already shrunken in disbelief. The thunderous speed couldn’t even make him turn his neck in time.

The matriarch closed her eyes before a cold gust of wind basked her face and the other two leaders.

Bits of chains were flying in the sky under the crowd’s eyes. Hezar’s mouth slowly gaped but the leaders of the Mortal World had been set free before he could gasp.

Kesya grinned but Graham was already on the move. The three leaders were immediately carried by him singlehandedly. 

“It is done, master,” said Graham as he softly landed right beside him. He then threw the three leaders like a sack of rice, except for the matriarch.

“Grandfather!” Porealus and Zet immediately approached their respective elder.

“?!” King Pala raised his eyebrows before he pointed at the young man. “Lyon! This is transgression!” (Heh, now your gullible words won’t save you).

“Not only did you commit an unforgivable crime, but you have shown an act of transgression against First Heaven!” said King Pala rightfully whilst inwardly smiling. “Surely, the queen of the Sverine Kingdom, Queen Wanda, agrees that we must punish him severely. Lest the Mortal World will not learn a valuable, and heavy lesson.”

The queen stood silent but her eyebrows were definitely furrowed and clear as the sky itself.

“I hereby announce,” said King Pala, “For Lyon Torga and all of his group, to be… executed. The four kingdoms have had enough of your false bravado and arrogant manner, maybe you will learn a lesson from this life and repent in the next.”

Carius was panting as he looked at the young man standing nonchalantly despite the death sentence that was bestowed upon him.

“L-Let me go!” said Carius as he put away his grandson’s support.

“G-Grandfather?!” Porealus had his eyes opened wide but he nonetheless didn’t stop him from approaching Lyon.

“Lyon,” said Carius before he walked past him. “You are the hope of the Mortal World, I will stand here to hold them back, escape, regroup, then crush them for me, no, for our dignity!”

With blood dripping out of his mouth, he grinned. That was the man called Carius. Whether time had shown mercy or not against him, his heartburn a fire that hardly any ice could content. His love for the Mortal World, though most people saw him as stern and too strict as a ruler, he was still loyal to his homeland.

“Hahaha, as if I would let you hog all of the honor, my friend,” Tael pushed his grandson away. His sword rattled but more vibrant than ever. The curved sword style had been passed down from generation to generation.

Lyon smirked, “No need for you to do anything, just relax and recuperate, the Mortal World still needs you three to maintain order and the likes.”

“Huh?” The two of them were a bit surprised by his words.

Lyon crossed his arms as he slightly raised his chin, “A war against you four? You think I cannot afford such trifling matter?”

“You have a sharp tongue! Too bad, you will not be able to use it anymore!” shouted Erlang before he leaped forward. “YOU KILL MY BRO—GHkH?!”

*Thud!

The kings and the queens immediately had their hearts thumped. Not even the king of the Golden Dragon Kingdom could stay calm as he saw what unfolded before him.

Before Erlang knew what’s going on, he was already on the ground. His pupils had shrunk in disbelief but he couldn’t utter a word no matter how hard he tried.

Ghastly sharp eyes were looking at Erlang behind clear square glasses. His glance showed no mercy as four fingers already pierced through his throat like a knife to hot butter.

Everyone gasped. One of the Elite Five was rendered powerless, just like that. For until his last breath, his eyes had stayed open.

Assid made no comment before he slowly stood up. His glove was dirtied red. His face frowned. He noticed in front of im that there were three of which he didn’t know and Hezar.

“Gah! Attack! Everyone! Attack! Kill him!” shouted Raul as he broke their shock.

“Hah!” Everyone from the Pala Kingdom let out a daunting roar.

“Kill him!” Shouted Rupert.

“Woah!” Everyone from the Golden Dragon Kingdom let out a fearsome roar as well.

The cultivators from the Sverine Kingdom were looking at their queen, waiting for her order. However, the woman remained shut as she crossed her arms. She was watching the situation with utmost focus. She was not driven nor enslaved by emotion.

Enemies were raining down in front of him, but the young man showed a dauntless expression. Nonchalant as always, his smirk was unshaken.

Wanda’s heart was racing before she puckered up a smile, “Fine then, it’s been a while since I made a bet.”

“The Sverine Kingdom will not be attacking Lyon!”

“So is the Bolg Kingdom!”

The Golden Dragon Kingdom and the Pala Kingdom naturally had their face turned into a shock. At the critical moment, both Sverine and Bolg refrained to join the attack.

Wanda immediately raised her eyebrows before she took a glance at the young capable princess. Hilde stood her ground beside her father. The lady was maturing right before her very eyes.

“Looks like I will have some competition if things go well,” she muttered before smiling.

“Attack! Attack!” the crowd surfed their way toward Lyon’s group.

The three commanders immediately stood at the frontmost of the group. Their absolute aura exuded at the same time and crowd-controlled their opponents quite easily, though, some still managed to sneak out.

“Torga! Die!” Altre shouted as he leaped together with his sister, Felicia. 

“Heh,” Lyon smirked before a pair of silhouettes leaped from behind.

Felicia and Altre opened their eyes wide and hastily made a defensive form midair.

The siblings were pushed back after a blow. Though they had not suffered a great deal of damage, their faces scowled as they realized who they were.

“We meet again,” said Cecile as she crossed her arms with Lumina furrowing her eyebrows.

Felicia furrowed her eyebrows, “Cecile!”

“You!” Altre had his eyes glaring at the woman with jade hair.