Chapter 727: Chapter 727
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Feeling perturbed by the enigma that this strange gray robed stranger's entire being presented, the Old Man standing beside the white robed scholar on the balcony squinted his eyes and focused on the scene with even more scrutiny.
At first, he could not explain what was going on, what was happening exactly. The young looking man's actions were refined, elegant, and delicate, yet they carried a tremendous amount of force. Each of his strikes, swings, and kicks left behind countless afterimages in the air, drawing a beautiful and mesmerizing scenery as he retaliated.
Yet, each hit, each strike, each attack the young man initiated hit its mark with extreme precision. Each blow shattered a spine, a rib, a bone, or in the most gruesome cases, a head, ending another life, culling yet another soul.
On the second floor, the old man took a deep breath. As he seemed to realize something, his expression changed slightly as he whispered. "[Reptilian] Could it be… But how…"
"[Reptilian] Oh? Do you recognize something Uncle?" The white robed man asked.
After a long while the old man shook his head. His expression looked rather complicated, it was difficult to guess what he was thinking. "[Reptilian] Not really, Young Master. I have never seen it myself before… However…"
"[Reptilian] However?" The white robed skink man frowned, looking at the old one next to him with a questioning gaze.
The old man sighed as he saw his Young Master's reaction. Shaking his head as he revealed a wry expression he explained amidst heaving a troubled sigh.
"[Reptilian] Huah… It's merely a myth… a legend, from the church nonetheless. It was said that the only beings that were capable of unleashing such power without any trace of mana in their bodies were the Guardians themselves… The gods and protectors of this world…"
"[Reptilian] What do you mean Uncle? Are you saying he is a descendant of the old five?" The white robed man asked, this time his expression turning into an even deeper shaded frown than before. "…How could that be possible?!"
The old man shook his head again. "[Reptilian] It's just as Young Master thinks. His power whilst shocking, doesn't match any of the historical records. His presence doesn't seem related to anything either…"
"[Reptilian] Hmm… Let's head down and take a closer look."
The white robed skink man rose from his seat and led the way.
The old man tried persuading him along the way. "[Reptilian] Young Master, you have to be careful. That man's fate is most likely sealed now that he has directly offended the Guards as well as the Church itself. Even if he has great potential, we all know what happens if someone stands up so decisively. He will be dead the moment the Bishops' sprung into action. It is truly not a wise choice to recruit him right now. We could implicate everything we had accomplished!"
"[Reptilian] Hmm… Not necessarily." The white-robed skink man smiled meaningfully.
Back on the arena stage, the commotion have already died down and a deathly stale silence reigned over. All the guards that have charged at Aiden were now lying lifelessly on the floor. Mutilated bodies and torn carcasses filled the destroyed stage, mixing their dark crimson blood with the rubble and dust all around.
These Guards, Korgoth's Hounds as they called them were once almost just as terrifying as their crazy, bloodthirsty leader at some point. Where ever they appeared fear, dread and terror were laid in their wake.
But now, their legacy was reduced to a gruesome scenery, a mere discomforting memory for the future. Their fate that once shined over many others were reduced to such a miserable ending.
The dilapidated square was dyed with copious amounts of their blood.
Torn flesh aside even their superior armaments and armor were laid on the ground shattered to many pieces.
The air was filled with the thick stench of blood. By now, the few surviving guards could not take it any longer. Their will crumbling as they saw their brethren fall one after another. They scattered and fled in all directions, disregarding any face, any honor they had left.
In the blink of an eye, the courtyard was left with nothing but corpses that were still warm.
The surrounding crowd were shocked and terrified. To them, the once grey, now red-stained robed figure standing at the center of the pool of blood resembled that of a terrifying god of death, a reaper that has walked out from the depths of hell!
"[Reptilian] Now that the Captain and his men are dead, that man is definitely doomed when the church sends out his bishops!"
"[Reptilian] Not necessarily. I guess that he and that other one would take this small breathing room and flee the city somewhere far away. Once the other tribes learn of his deeds they would surely seek favor from him! That way, they might just be able to escape this calamity."
"Hehe…" Listening to the crowd's squabble, the silent Vyndridolth sneered to herself under the cover of her hood as her gaze was fixated on the figure standing firmly at the square…
The person who spoke again sneered at the remark.
"[Reptilian] What do you know?! Do you think these so-called elites are the strongest amongst the High Priest's forces? The true strength lies within their own. Their priests can fight against a dozen of elites on their own! Not to mention them, the Bishops and Archbishops are even more terrifying!"
"[Reptilian] Shut it you idiot! Do you want those old monsters to hear you? Those beings are not ones people like us can freely mention! Nobody can hide from them!" Another one chimed it, reprimanding the other two.
Meanwhile, Aiden have lowered his guard just, watching calmly as the last guard's figure have vanished in the distance. In the end, he decided not to chase after them. There really was no point. Even if he were to kill them all, his actions were witnessed by many, he could not hide anymore.
The root cause of everything that have transpired, Tirax the crimson scaled draconic skink finally sighed with relief as the fierce battle have finally ended. His body relieving all the tension it directly slumped and plopped down on the ground once more. Not that all that adrenaline have dispersed from his system, a great exhaustion overcame his entire being. He could not move a single muscle even if he wanted to.
At the same time, seeing that everything has come to an end, the crowd have also begun to clear out and have gradually dispersed.
Just as he was about to turn to look at his companion he had left behind, Aiden have suddenly sensed someone approaching.
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Feeling perturbed by the enigma that this strange gray robed stranger's entire being presented, the Old Man standing beside the white robed scholar on the balcony squinted his eyes and focused on the scene with even more scrutiny.
At first, he could not explain what was going on, what was happening exactly. The young looking man's actions were refined, elegant, and delicate, yet they carried a tremendous amount of force. Each of his strikes, swings, and kicks left behind countless afterimages in the air, drawing a beautiful and mesmerizing scenery as he retaliated.
Yet, each hit, each strike, each attack the young man initiated hit its mark with extreme precision. Each blow shattered a spine, a rib, a bone, or in the most gruesome cases, a head, ending another life, culling yet another soul.
On the second floor, the old man took a deep breath. As he seemed to realize something, his expression changed slightly as he whispered. "[Reptilian] Could it be… But how…"
"[Reptilian] Oh? Do you recognize something Uncle?" The white robed man asked.
After a long while the old man shook his head. His expression looked rather complicated, it was difficult to guess what he was thinking. "[Reptilian] Not really, Young Master. I have never seen it myself before… However…"
"[Reptilian] However?" The white robed skink man frowned, looking at the old one next to him with a questioning gaze.
The old man sighed as he saw his Young Master's reaction. Shaking his head as he revealed a wry expression he explained amidst heaving a troubled sigh.
"[Reptilian] Huah… It's merely a myth… a legend, from the church nonetheless. It was said that the only beings that were capable of unleashing such power without any trace of mana in their bodies were the Guardians themselves… The gods and protectors of this world…"
"[Reptilian] What do you mean Uncle? Are you saying he is a descendant of the old five?" The white robed man asked, this time his expression turning into an even deeper shaded frown than before. "…How could that be possible?!"
The old man shook his head again. "[Reptilian] It's just as Young Master thinks. His power whilst shocking, doesn't match any of the historical records. His presence doesn't seem related to anything either…"
"[Reptilian] Hmm… Let's head down and take a closer look."
The white robed skink man rose from his seat and led the way.
The old man tried persuading him along the way. "[Reptilian] Young Master, you have to be careful. That man's fate is most likely sealed now that he has directly offended the Guards as well as the Church itself. Even if he has great potential, we all know what happens if someone stands up so decisively. He will be dead the moment the Bishops' sprung into action. It is truly not a wise choice to recruit him right now. We could implicate everything we had accomplished!"
"[Reptilian] Hmm… Not necessarily." The white-robed skink man smiled meaningfully.
Back on the arena stage, the commotion have already died down and a deathly stale silence reigned over. All the guards that have charged at Aiden were now lying lifelessly on the floor. Mutilated bodies and torn carcasses filled the destroyed stage, mixing their dark crimson blood with the rubble and dust all around.
These Guards, Korgoth's Hounds as they called them were once almost just as terrifying as their crazy, bloodthirsty leader at some point. Where ever they appeared fear, dread and terror were laid in their wake.
But now, their legacy was reduced to a gruesome scenery, a mere discomforting memory for the future. Their fate that once shined over many others were reduced to such a miserable ending.
The dilapidated square was dyed with copious amounts of their blood.
Torn flesh aside even their superior armaments and armor were laid on the ground shattered to many pieces.
The air was filled with the thick stench of blood. By now, the few surviving guards could not take it any longer. Their will crumbling as they saw their brethren fall one after another. They scattered and fled in all directions, disregarding any face, any honor they had left.
In the blink of an eye, the courtyard was left with nothing but corpses that were still warm.
The surrounding crowd were shocked and terrified. To them, the once grey, now red-stained robed figure standing at the center of the pool of blood resembled that of a terrifying god of death, a reaper that has walked out from the depths of hell!
"[Reptilian] Now that the Captain and his men are dead, that man is definitely doomed when the church sends out his bishops!"
"[Reptilian] Not necessarily. I guess that he and that other one would take this small breathing room and flee the city somewhere far away. Once the other tribes learn of his deeds they would surely seek favor from him! That way, they might just be able to escape this calamity."
"Hehe…" Listening to the crowd's squabble, the silent Vyndridolth sneered to herself under the cover of her hood as her gaze was fixated on the figure standing firmly at the square…
The person who spoke again sneered at the remark.
"[Reptilian] What do you know?! Do you think these so-called elites are the strongest amongst the High Priest's forces? The true strength lies within their own. Their priests can fight against a dozen of elites on their own! Not to mention them, the Bishops and Archbishops are even more terrifying!"
"[Reptilian] Shut it you idiot! Do you want those old monsters to hear you? Those beings are not ones people like us can freely mention! Nobody can hide from them!" Another one chimed it, reprimanding the other two.
Meanwhile, Aiden have lowered his guard just, watching calmly as the last guard's figure have vanished in the distance. In the end, he decided not to chase after them. There really was no point. Even if he were to kill them all, his actions were witnessed by many, he could not hide anymore.
The root cause of everything that have transpired, Tirax the crimson scaled draconic skink finally sighed with relief as the fierce battle have finally ended. His body relieving all the tension it directly slumped and plopped down on the ground once more. Not that all that adrenaline have dispersed from his system, a great exhaustion overcame his entire being. He could not move a single muscle even if he wanted to.
At the same time, seeing that everything has come to an end, the crowd have also begun to clear out and have gradually dispersed.
Just as he was about to turn to look at his companion he had left behind, Aiden have suddenly sensed someone approaching.
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Feeling perturbed by the enigma that this strange gray robed stranger's entire being presented, the Old Man standing beside the white robed scholar on the balcony squinted his eyes and focused on the scene with even more scrutiny.At first, he could not explain what was going on, what was happening exactly. The young looking man's actions were refined, elegant, and delicate, yet they carried a tremendous amount of force. Each of his strikes, swings, and kicks left behind countless afterimages in the air, drawing a beautiful and mesmerizing scenery as he retaliated.Yet, each hit, each strike, each attack the young man initiated hit its mark with extreme precision. Each blow shattered a spine, a rib, a bone, or in the most gruesome cases, a head, ending another life, culling yet another soul.On the second floor, the old man took a deep breath. As he seemed to realize something, his expression changed slightly as he whispered. "Reptilian Could it be But how""Reptilian Oh? Do you recognize something Uncle?" The white robed man asked.After a long while the old man shook his head. His expression looked rather complicated, it was difficult to guess what he was thinking. "Reptilian Not really, Young Master. I have never seen it myself before However""Reptilian However?" The white robed skink man frowned, looking at the old one next to him with a questioning gaze.The old man sighed as he saw his Young Master's reaction. Shaking his head as he revealed a wry expression he explained amidst heaving a troubled sigh."Reptilian Huah It's merely a myth a legend, from the church nonetheless. It was said that the only beings that were capable of unleashing such power without any trace of mana in their bodies were the Guardians themselves The gods and protectors of this world""Reptilian What do you mean Uncle? Are you saying he is a descendant of the old five?" The white robed man asked, this time his expression turning into an even deeper shaded frown than before. "How could that be possible?!"The old man shook his head again. "Reptilian It's just as Young Master thinks. His power whilst shocking, doesn't match any of the historical records. His presence doesn't seem related to anything either""Reptilian Hmm Let's head down and take a closer look."The white robed skink man rose from his seat and led the way. The old man tried persuading him along the way. "Reptilian Young Master, you have to be careful. That man's fate is most likely sealed now that he has directly offended the Guards as well as the Church itself. Even if he has great potential, we all know what happens if someone stands up so decisively. He will be dead the moment the Bishops' sprung into action. It is truly not a wise choice to recruit him right now. We could implicate everything we had accomplished!""Reptilian Hmm Not necessarily." The white-robed skink man smiled meaningfully.Back on the arena stage, the commotion have already died down and a deathly stale silence reigned over. All the guards that have charged at Aiden were now lying lifelessly on the floor. Mutilated bodies and torn carcasses filled the destroyed stage, mixing their dark crimson blood with the rubble and dust all around.These Guards, Korgoth's Hounds as they called them were once almost just as terrifying as their crazy, bloodthirsty leader at some point. Where ever they appeared fear, dread and terror were laid in their wake.But now, their legacy was reduced to a gruesome scenery, a mere discomforting memory for the future. Their fate that once shined over many others were reduced to such a miserable ending.The dilapidated square was dyed with copious amounts of their blood.Torn flesh aside even their superior armaments and armor were laid on the ground shattered to many pieces.The air was filled with the thick stench of blood. By now, the few surviving guards could not take it any longer. Their will crumbling as they saw their brethren fall one after another. They scattered and fled in all directions, disregarding any face, any honor they had left.In the blink of an eye, the courtyard was left with nothing but corpses that were still warm. The surrounding crowd were shocked and terrified. To them, the once grey, now red-stained robed figure standing at the center of the pool of blood resembled that of a terrifying god of death, a reaper that has walked out from the depths of hell!"Reptilian Now that the Captain and his men are dead, that man is definitely doomed when the church sends out his bishops!""Reptilian Not necessarily. I guess that he and that other one would take this small breathing room and flee the city somewhere far away. Once the other tribes learn of his deeds they would surely seek favor from him! That way, they might just be able to escape this calamity.""Hehe" Listening to the crowd's squabble, the silent Vyndridolth sneered to herself under the cover of her hood as her gaze was fixated on the figure standing firmly at the squareThe person who spoke again sneered at the remark."Reptilian What do you know?! Do you think these so-called elites are the strongest amongst the High Priest's forces? The true strength lies within their own. Their priests can fight against a dozen of elites on their own! Not to mention them, the Bishops and Archbishops are even more terrifying!""Reptilian Shut it you idiot! Do you want those old monsters to hear you? Those beings are not ones people like us can freely mention! Nobody can hide from them!" Another one chimed it, reprimanding the other two.Meanwhile, Aiden have lowered his guard just, watching calmly as the last guard's figure have vanished in the distance. In the end, he decided not to chase after them. There really was no point. Even if he were to kill them all, his actions were witnessed by many, he could not hide anymore.The root cause of everything that have transpired, Tirax the crimson scaled draconic skink finally sighed with relief as the fierce battle have finally ended. His body relieving all the tension it directly slumped and plopped down on the ground once more. Not that all that adrenaline have dispersed from his system, a great exhaustion overcame his entire being. He could not move a single muscle even if he wanted to.At the same time, seeing that everything has come to an end, the crowd have also begun to clear out and have gradually dispersed.Just as he was about to turn to look at his companion he had left behind, Aiden have suddenly sensed someone approaching.---Check out my latest novel: The Strongest Demon Lord in the Modern World
