Emperor's Reckoning

Chapter 789: His Identity; Your Own Risk

Galaeron raised his brows as he looked at the young man that made his title meaningless. The latter was a bit in doubt, a word that never crossed his mind after he saw his prowess in singlehandedly destroying the chieftain of the orc.

Lyon let out a sigh, “We must return immediately.”

The three of them nodded before they all boarded the Tetragram Chariot. The four imposing horses didn’t even need a leash to reign over as they galloped the air, leaving the elves to their own with the pool of corpses

“Gah!”

“Guh!”

Connak and Agist immediately catch up with the freedom they just regained. They stood powerless the whole time, nothing but donating comments and worries. However, as much as they blamed themselves for being weak, their king was not in better shape himself.

“Y-Your Majesty, what are we supposed to do now?”

Galaeron walked near the cliff before he brood over the view below. The sea of corpses was laid down before his eyes. Not a single one of them died of natural causes and every single one of them lose either one of their organs or one of their limbs in the process. The gruesome result made him gulp his saliva hard. He never saw anything like it, not even in his entire life of reigning or the days he spent as a powerful marksman. The butchering of the whole tribe, furthermore, they needed only three people to do it. It was the true meaning of quality over quantity. Not even the most powerful bow that he possessed could kill the mighty orc, let alone break the teeth, the tusk, and pulverize its sight.

“Unbelievable, he didn’t let any stone unturn,” Galaeron shook his head in disbelief. “A whole tribe, Connak, can you believe this?”

“I can’t, Your Majesty.”

“Agist?”

“Me neither, even if I told my descendants, later on, they won’t believe it either, maybe not even when they came to the site firsthand,” Agist shook his head. 

“Heh,” Galaeron shook his head before he turned. “However, we knew something about that monster beside his name now.”

Connak and Agist perked up their ears as they listened to their king.

“They did mention something about the story of the Cursed Elf, and that he is very related to the story,” Galaeron grunted. “Hmm, how come this dark elf knew such a story and we don’t.”

Connak and Agist had no speculations in mind.

“What are the chances that we could find out that story in the library?” asked Galaeron.

“If you want us to search, then we would be glad to do so,” said Connak.

“Heh, aren’t you eager, it’s very unusual that you want to spend time in the library,” Galaeron commented with a smirk.

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty, it’s just that, his being is too shrouded in mystery if there is a lead as to who he might be, and why did the Cursed Elf say that he also lived through the Hidden Age then maybe we could uncover the truth about him,” Connak firmly said.

“Are you ready to uncover the truth though? Can you bear the truth of his identity?” Galaeron asked.

“W-What do you mean, Your Majesty?”

“Someone that is able to beat that orc into a bloody pulp with mere fists and technique of a sword, you think that his identity would be normal. If you uncover the truth about him— how even the dark elf that locked your soul back then trembled before he died — will you be able to burden it against your honor? If there is a human that exists far beyond what the High Elf and High Dark Elf could be content with, will you be able to cultivate your cultivation level to a new height or will you be stagnant?” Galaeron smiled.

“I…” Connak looked down before he saw his hands trembling. He knew it would be a hard pill to swallow that a human would best not only him but the entire elven race as a whole. It would haunt his mind for the rest of his life if the identity that he uncovered was in fact a being that he better not be aware of.

“It’s a double-edged sword,” Agist muttered. “However, if he does indeed live through the Hidden Age then, that man is not just a monster.”

“An ancient monstrous cultivator, yes,” Galaeron shook his head, “However, that’s impossible, I saw through his cultivation. He is at the peak of the True God realm, same as I.”

The two of the generals stayed silent. They didn’t dare to comment a single word. The young man they spoke of just leaped bounds the cultivation ladder as if he was on a special express. One minute he was a peak Godhood and then next he was immediately at the ceiling of the True God realm, truly the genius of an era.

“Perhaps the era shall be named after him,” Galaeron sighed before he looked closely below. Even Nora and the rest had turned into mangled corpses below. They truly showed no mercy, even some blood got smeared on the seal.

“It’s time to go back,” Graham muttered. “Do what you must and go to the library, I will enjoy my wine and tries to calm myself down. This whole thing is too overwhelming without a drink or coursing my throat.”

“?!!” the three elves suddenly felt an enormous presence before they immediately turned in the same direction. The space in the air right above the sea of corpses cracked open before a figure leaped down.

“That’s!” Galaeron and the two of them had their pupils shrunk.

Graham’s ashen hair fluttered before he fell from the sky with his heels pointing downward against a certain eyeless orc. The impact was clean against its head and the ground immediately shook upon contact as a crater was made. The latter’s body tilted upward from the heavy stomp before falling with a thud.

Graham leaped up to the sky and entered the spatial storm like it was nothing, leaving the three elves dumbfounded at the sight of the finished blow.