lerbook Chapter 524 Shattering the Rebellious Soul in 3 Moves
Chapter 524 Shattering the Rebellious Soul in 3 Moves
Chapter 524 Three Moves to Shatter the Rebellious Soul
"Lord Roy, this is an internal affair of the Kingdom of Lachia. Although you are also a citizen of the kingdom, as the leader of the Astrea Familia, your interference may affect the goddess's reputation for justice."
The second and third-in-commands of the emerging faction spoke cautiously, both of them being LV.5 adventurers who had made a name for themselves in Orario and, through experience, knew how to deal with the world's top adventurers.
But Marius had already prepared for the possibility that the emerging faction would use such rhetoric to force Roy out.
"What are the reasons and qualifications for interfering in the affairs of the kingdom?"
Roy held up the will and read it listlessly: "Look, I am now His Highness Marius's successor, the Regent of the Kingdom of Lachia!"
"Greetings, Regent!"
"Long live His Majesty the Regent!"
"We swear to serve the Regent to the death!"
Before the emerging faction could react, the old foxes among the royalist nobles and officials, like rice stalks crushed by a typhoon, lay flat and slumped, their faces beaming with ecstasy. They couldn't be happier to have Roy as their patron.
The situation reversed in an instant!
The previously wavering neutral faction immediately sided with Roy and the royalists, and their momentum grew rapidly, at least in terms of numbers, surpassing the opposing side.
The fact that just one person could bring about such a revolutionary turnaround speaks volumes about Roy's reputation and ability.
The members of the emerging faction looked extremely grim; they were just a hair's breadth away from successfully seizing power.
When Roy arrived: it was all over.
They couldn't stop Roy at all. Concerns about the name of justice were nothing. Even if Marius didn't give him a legitimate excuse, Roy would find countless ways to intervene if he wanted to.
The only one unaware of the changing situation was Ares. "Hahaha, Roy, it's useless. The Lachia Kingdom's system is based on the divine right of kings. Without my approval, your decree will be ineffective!"
Having suffered repeated defeats at Roy's hands, Ares seemed to have finally gotten his revenge, and he was beaming with pride.
Not only Roy, but everyone in the kingdom looked at Ares as if they were looking at a fool.
Roy took out the subservient god contract that he had forced Ares to sign from his spatial ring.
"Ares, look at this."
This contract is different from Hermes's; it doesn't have such strong binding force. However, nominally, the Astrea Familia is indeed the superior of the Ares Familia, and they don't need Ares's authorization at all.
"Roy, that's despicable! You actually pulled out this kind of contract that you signed while I was in a vulnerable position." Ares drew his toy greatsword, which was decorated in an extremely luxurious way but was not even a level three weapon, and slashed at Roy.
Roy didn't bother to look at it again, and with a slap of his hand, he smashed the exaggerated greatsword to pieces. The force of his palm struck Ares' face, sending him spinning in place.
Ares lay sprawled on the ground, one side of his face rapidly swelling and turning red. "I don't admit it! I don't admit it! My men, seize this guy!"
The members of the emerging faction looked at each other in bewilderment.
They stood still, none of them daring to step forward. They knew all too well the gap between themselves and Roy; a LV.5 adventurer was nothing but a fart in front of Roy.
Roy's gaze swept over the members of the emerging faction, and he said meaningfully, "I'll give you a chance. As long as you can make me move, even just half a step, I will no longer interfere in the affairs of the Kingdom of Lachia!"
"Arrogant!"
The members of the emerging faction were furious, especially the several LV.5 adventurers who stood still and let Roy attack them, showing how dare he look down on them.
They might not be a match for Roy, but to remain indifferent to such provocation would be worse than suicide. Within the Grace system, belief is an extremely important factor, not only concerning the awakening of skills and magic, but also influencing subsequent growth.
Their unwavering belief, forged through countless life-or-death trials, is like an indestructible sword. If they were to yield to Roy here, their belief would crumble, their spirits would dissipate, and they would be destined to live a life of aimless wandering.
"Roar!"
A thunderous roar shattered the deathly silence. A burly man, as imposing as an iron tower with bulging muscles and bloodshot eyes, struck first. His arms, veins bulging, swung out a massive, heavy axe the size of a door, with ferocious force. The axe blade sliced through the air, aiming for Roy.
"Good thing you came!" Roy laughed. If these guys had chosen to hold back, things would have been troublesome.
Clang!
Just as the massive axe blade reached Roy's forehead, his index finger and thumb reached out and pinched the tip of the thunderous blade as if plucking a flower or a leaf.
The heavy giant axe, swung with all the might of a LV.5 adventurer, was abruptly suspended in mid-air.
"Huh?!" The burly man's expression froze instantly.
His arm muscles were taut to the limit, the veins on his thick neck bulged like earthworms, and he roared like a wild beast as he pressed the axe blade down.
No matter how hard the strong man exerted himself, his face turning red from holding his breath, the giant axe in his hand remained motionless, filling him with deep despair. Just when the man was in a dilemma, the helpful Roy freed him, pinching the axe blade with his index finger and flicking it like plucking a string.
hum!hum!hum!
A high-frequency tremor rippled from Roy's fingertips, traveled along the axe blade to the handle, then to the strong man's arms gripping the handle, and finally swept over his entire body.
"Aaaaaah!" The violent shock penetrated the strong man's muscles, and his entire body, including his muscles, bones, and even nerves, felt a strong sense of numbness.
Clang!
The heavy axe slipped from his grasp.
The burly man, as if his spine had been removed, collapsed forward paralyzed, his wide-open eyes filled with utter terror.
Roy swung his hand forward, sending the burly man and his axe flying; his fate was unknown.
"kill!"
The defeat of the burly man did nothing to deter the enraged members of the emerging faction.
Their eyes were bloodshot, and they had only one goal in mind: to shake Roy in front of them and make the world's strongest man stumble, no matter what!
A beast-like roar rang out, and more than a dozen figures simultaneously launched attacks on Roy from different angles. Blade flashes, sword shadows, fist winds, and spear gleams—weaving together an impenetrable net of death, containing a ferocious intent to tear everything apart, strangling Roy towards him.
Facing the siege of more than a dozen high-level adventurers, Roy remained calm and composed. The black iron rod in his hand changed shape, transforming into a whip three or four meters long.
Crack!
Roy flicked his wrist, and a raging arc of electricity, hissing and leaping, coiled around the whip. He lashed it forward, and with a whooshing sound, it transformed into a golden arc of light that tore through space.
The terrifying sounds of heavy impacts, shattering metal, breaking bones, and electric currents scorching flesh, along with short, piercing screams, erupted simultaneously.
The trail left behind by the whip was a mess of scorched earth, flickering residual arcs of electricity, and a lingering, pungent smell of burnt and blood.
Just one strike!
The dozen or so adventurers who had rushed in from all directions with great momentum were like withered leaves swept by a gale, or dust swept away by a giant god. In various tragic and twisted postures, with charred wounds, shattered equipment and mournful howls, they flew backward and scattered in all directions without any resistance.
The whole process was ridiculously fast, making onlookers feel as if they were seeing a blur of light and shadow.
Sold out instantly!
A guaranteed mass sell-out!
The atmosphere was even more somber and suffocatingly silent than when Roy had entered the hall before!
Those who witnessed this scene, whether gods, nobles, or the remaining guards, instantly lost all color in their faces. Their mouths opened unconsciously, but no sound came out. Only the hissing of gasps echoed in the deathly silent hall.
"It's over. Looks like that's all!" Roy said, as if he had just done something insignificant, which was indeed the case; it was purely a case of crushing noobs.
"Impossible! I'm a Level 5 adventurer, how could I be so weak?" The young man lying in a pool of blood said in disbelief and despair.
The expressions of the others were more or less the same.
They knew they were outmatched by Roy, but Roy deliberately gave up mobility and stood still, and neither of them could make the other move an inch.
"Level 5, is that strong?"
Roy put his hands behind his back and sneered, "You act all high and mighty outside, but you don't even know your own worth."
The emerging faction's last hope rested on the young man in the corner who hadn't participated in the first round of attacks; he was their number two.
This person has awakened magic in a rare occurrence!
Since Roy had voluntarily restrained himself, the young man unceremoniously chanted his extremely long incantation.
Roy's magical properties were terrifying. He had already sensed someone preparing magic by observing the vibrations of magical energy in the air. He stared coldly at the other person.
Skills and magic are both miraculous powers with unknown limits, and some even possess power that transcends levels.
"Die, you madman!" The refined young man smiled coldly. He had used this move to kill countless people and had absolute confidence in himself.
"—Let my nightmares consume my heart, a blood-red phantom!"
The cold, eerie chanting of incantations fell.
A strange, viscous, scarlet light, ignoring physical barriers, pierced into Roy's chest cavity.
This sinister magical power is not aimed at the physical body, but at the very depths of the soul!
It was like the most greedy gravedigger, attempting to dig out the most painful and darkest fragments of memory from Roy's mind in order to destroy Roy's spirit.
The result was quite the opposite.
"What is this? No!!!"
When this streak of blood invaded Roy's mental realm, the scene that the refined young man saw made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his heart and liver were shattered!
What kind of labyrinth of memories is this?
He felt as if he had been forcibly dragged into a vast, chaotic universe filled with primordial energy!
At the center of this spiritual space is not the fragile consciousness of mortals, but a colossus towering over the heavens, its body composed of burning stars and surging dark golden lightning! Its eyes are like swirling galaxies, and a mere glance carries a terrifying pressure that can crush stars and freeze time and space!
This tiny spiritual projection of the young man was less than dust before this colossus that supported the universe, and his magic evaporated instantly.
"What—what is this?!"
The composure that had once been in control of everything crumbled on the youth's projected face, leaving only instinctive terror and despair. He felt like an ant that had inadvertently entered the kingdom of gods and blasphemed the supreme being.
"Trying to control my consciousness? How naive."
Roy's voice, filled with boundless majesty and icy mockery, resounded deep within the youth's soul.
This kind of magic usually has an upper limit.
Just like Tione's binding magic, it is usually used to deal with beings of a higher level than herself, and only by inflicting serious injury can it barely increase its upper limit.
Roy is four levels higher than his opponent; it would be strange if he could be controlled.
The colossal god, composed of stars and lightning, slowly raised its massive hand and slammed it down with absolute power.
"No--!!"
The young man screamed in agony as his mental projection was instantly crushed. The pain and impact, enough to tear his soul apart, surged back into his original consciousness.
In reality, the young man's body suddenly convulsed violently, and he spat out a mouthful of dark red blood mixed with fragments of internal organs. His refined and gentle face was extremely distorted due to unimaginable soul pain, his eyes bulged out and were bloodshot, and the blood vessels under his skin bulged out, presenting a horrifying bluish-black color.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!"
He clutched his head tightly with both hands, letting out a bloodcurdling, agonizing scream, curled up on the ground, struggling and rolling violently and painfully like a fish out of water! The backlash from "Blood Spirit Illusion" was tearing and burning his soul madly.
Roy showed no mercy; the other party had used this magic to harm countless people in secret, and deserved it.
The young man roared in frustration, "Why? Why are you helping those old guys? They're just wasting their time and always treat us like disposable material."
Members of the emerging faction spoke out, venting their anger, claiming that they were the ones being oppressed.
"If you can't even figure out this answer, you deserve this fate." Roy was not affected by the other party. What the country needs is stability, and the emerging factions that have fallen into war fanaticism cannot continue this policy.
Therefore, Roy is definitely going to crush his opponent.
The members of the emerging faction couldn't understand this answer; in their minds, might makes right.
Now that their coup attempt had failed, they were bound to face reckoning. The young man hysterically shouted, "Hahahaha, the kingdom has no future! Prince Marius is dead! Use my magic to torture him to the point of wishful thinking! The madman can't stay here any longer—"
Upon hearing this, the royalist nobles and officials were furious and wished they could tear this man to pieces.
Roy was speechless. He really didn't want to embarrass the other party on the spot, but if he didn't revive Marius, the other party's soul would be completely dragged away by the chains. If he wanted to revive him then, he would have to go to the underworld to retrieve him.
"Never mind!" Roy murmured. Of course, he didn't give up on saving people, but rather prepared for the trouble that would follow the exposure of the Tenseiga, which might not necessarily be a bad thing.
Breaking the seal on the seventy-two floors of the dungeon will undoubtedly require a large number of adventurers to fight. Knowing that he has the ability to resurrect will further strengthen the adventurers' confidence in joining the battle and protecting the city.
""
Click!
Roy pulled out the Tenseiga, its frost-like blade flashing through the air, severing the Netherworld chains binding Marius's corpse, which then regained its life.