Read Novel Full Chapter 492 - Please reconsider!
Chapter 492: 492 - Please reconsider!
The patriarch of the draconic elves leaped from Red Death’s head, his body accelerating rapidly before beginning to slow down a second before hitting the ground.
A powerful shockwave spread out, kicking up dust.
Behind him, Red Death’s wings beat hard, forcing all spectators to cover their faces from the violent winds.
The patriarch stood still for a brief moment, watching the dust settle.
A slight smile spread across his aged but handsome face, his blood-red eyes sweeping over the crowd, briefly resting on his daughter before moving on.
Behind him, Red Death roared, and everyone except the thrones fell to their knees.
"We salute the patriarch!" they shouted in unison.
"Very well..." The patriarch’s lips curved as he clapped his hands.
He appeared to be addressing the crowd, but in reality, he was applauding himself.
"I am proud to have you all here, accompanying me as I take the most important step in our civilization! Humans and our cousins from the east have been complacent with us, invading our territories, killing our people. But today, all that will change."
The patriarch turned, approaching the mausoleum. The enormous jaw of the skull opened even wider, enough to swallow even Red Death.
From within, a stone gate began to open.
"When I rise again, you must gather all your troops, every dragon and knight of fighting age, for together we will bring death to our enemies!" the patriarch declared with force.
The most extreme shouted with excitement while the moderates watched their leader in shock.
What the hell did that bastard mean by that?
They had been in relative peace with the empire for over five hundred years, a peace that he himself had forged!
Did he want to tear up all the treaties that had guaranteed the stability of his people for so long?
Everyone turned their faces to Lucios, who watched everything with a bored and disinterested expression.
He was the most powerful expert of his people, he had to do something!
Unfortunately for them, Lucios did not move.
He continued to drink relaxed, as if that matter was not even his concern.
"Patriarch, please reconsider!" One of the moderate purebloods stood up, a powerful warrior of the eleventh ring and leader of one of the twelve great families.
Unfortunately, his words fell on deaf ears.
He gritted his teeth, his hand reaching for his sword.
If the patriarch would not act, he would!
However, in the next moment, he had to change his mind. Twenty powerful auras fell upon everyone there, each belonging to an expert from the peak of the eleventh ring.
Their bodies were covered in cloaks, their crimson armor shining in the sunlight.
Those were members of the patriarch’s personal guard.
Grinding his teeth, he sat back down, swallowing his anger.
The patriarch shook his head, ignoring the discomfort.
From the open jaw of that huge skull, he saw a sea of pure white light surge forth, so intense, so perfect.
Just looking at it was enough for him to feel his heart struggling to escape his chest.
The patriarch’s lips began to curve more and more as he walked toward the light.
There, everything was already prepared for the beginning of his dragon’s ascension.
Stopping a few inches from the huge gate, he took a step forward, followed by Red Death right behind him.
The moment they both disappeared inside the gate, it began to slowly fade away.
"It’s time..." Qingyi murmured, moving his spatial Qi, his hand closing around Seraphine’s delicate wrist, sending her toward the world of the mind.
"You bastard, how dare you!" Viola roared behind him, but he couldn’t pay any less attention to her.
Her saber slid out of its leather sheath with a loud, sharp whistle, cutting through the air toward Qingyi’s neck.
She didn’t ask for an explanation for what had just happened.
All she knew was that her young mistress was probably in danger. That was all she needed to know to act!
Her blade barely managed to scratch Qingyi’s skin before sliding through empty air, his body suddenly disappearing.
The patriarch’s guards also moved, forming a steel barrier in front of the gate, everything around them collapsing as their manas expanded.
Trees were incinerated instantly, the temperature of the surrounding air reaching thousands of degrees Celsius in a single moment.
They didn’t care who got in their way, the important thing was that that bastard couldn’t enter that chamber.
Unfortunately for them, it was already too late.
The gates behind them slammed shut with a bang, their mana senses sweeping everything around them.
They couldn’t sense the young man’s presence, but they were sure.
They hadn’t been able to stop him; he had entered with the patriarch!
"Lord Lucios!" The captain of the guard roared, turning to the patriarch’s father. "Please give us permission to force the gate open! We cannot allow the patriarch’s ascension to be interrupted."
"Hm..." Lucios scratched his chin thoughtfully before replying, leaning forward in his throne. "It won’t be necessary."
The moment his words fell, dozens of voices rose against him.
Even the most moderate, who totally disagreed with the patriarch’s plans, spoke out against Lord Lucios’ decision.
What did their disagreement with the ambitions of a damn jerk matter to Karlan’s heart?
"Lord Lucios, please, even your granddaughter is with that young man, don’t you care about her life?" The captain of the guard insisted, raising his voice even further.
The moment he received a stern look from Lucios, his eyes went to the floor again.
He didn’t dare say anything else.
"I understand your concerns." Lucios stood up. "My granddaughter is fine, don’t worry. As for my son..."
Pulsing veins appeared on Lucios’ aged neck, his powerful mana crushing everyone there against the floor.
"If he can’t even handle this brat, he doesn’t deserve to be everything he aspires to be."
Hearing those words, everyone’s eyes fell to the floor. If that was Lord Lucios’ decision, so be it.