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Chapter 1583: Feast of Silver Blades
Unlike Pallas, Sylvie, and Wepwawet—who were all struck dumb by the spectacle over the Mystic Woods—Caelus was currently overflowing with heroic spirit, his eyes shining like twin stars.
Caelus knew exactly what was happening. This was a demonstration from his master, Thresh. Invading the Verdant Cloud Realm was secondary; the Commander was taking the opportunity to teach his disciple a lesson in swordsmanship.
Caelus stared at one of the colossal leviathans chasing down a native demigod. His hands trembled. The twin blades in his grip hummed in resonance.
After a long moment, Caelus threw his head back and let out an earth-shattering roar.
"The fish enters the sea; the blade aura spans ten thousand feet!"
With that roar, Caelus transformed into a towering wave of blade aura, taking the form of a massive fish to join the silver swarm’s feast.
"Are they... the gods from the legends?" Sylvie whispered, her voice trembling, speaking almost unconsciously.
The demigods currently fleeing from the blade-leviathans were the absolute apex predators of the Verdant Cloud Realm. They were the immortal legends Sylvie had grown up hearing about, beings so unfathomably high she had never even dared to dream of seeing one in the flesh.
"A god... a god just fell!"
Watching a mythical figure get physically torn apart by a blade-leviathan in the sky was a massive shock to Sylvie’s psyche. She stood frozen beside Pallas, completely overwhelmed.
"As of right now, the Verdant Cloud Realm is history," Pallas said, taking a deep breath. Watching his older brother transform into a gargantuan blade, he finally surrendered his last lingering shreds of ego.
"It’s despair inducing. The gap is just too wide."
Pallas suddenly felt a sense of relief wash over him. He pulled his gaze away from the sky and gently wrapped his arm around Sylvie’s waist, feeling far more centered.
"Don’t worry. I’ve already formally integrated the Spirit-Deer Horde into my ranks. We’re on the same side now; the battle won’t touch us," he assured her. "Also, tell the elders in your Horde to prep gifts and supplies in advance. We need to curry favor with the syndicate."
Pallas knew the score. Once this slaughter ended, the Platinum Authority would take complete control of the Verdant Cloud Realm. He might have a special status, but this wasn’t the Stoneheart Horde. His word wouldn’t carry the same weight here.
"Darling... will you take me home?"
Nestled in Pallas’s embrace, the Spirit-Deer Sylvie quickly snapped out of her daze. She trusted Pallas implicitly and didn’t doubt a single word he said. Suddenly, the deer maiden—who had entirely forgotten about the pressing matters of her own Horde—found herself intensely curious about Pallas’s home, the Stoneheart Horde.
Pallas didn’t answer right away. He fell into a deep, contemplative silence.
At that moment, his mind was completely flooded with images of his daddy’s women. Aside from his own mother, there was Aunt Sophia the Butterfly Mother, Aunt Ava the Human, Aunt Lysinthia the Gorgon, Aunt Lycanor the Blood Elf, Aunt Sylvana the Vixen, Aunt Violet the Holy Maiden of the Garland Race... and those were just the ones he was familiar with. There were several other noble, high-ranking women he barely even knew.
Daddy has so many women. Me bringing one Sylvie back to the Horde isn’t going overboard, right? Mother will definitely be happy for me, won’t she?
He felt somewhat confident about the first thought. The second thought, however, lacked conviction.
"I will," Pallas finally answered. "Once everything is settled here and the handover is complete, I’ll take you back to the Stoneheart Horde. You’re so pure and kind, Daddy and Mother will definitely love you."
Hearing this, Sylvie beamed, her eyes crinkling with sheer, unadulterated happiness.
However, the Gnoll Wepwawet, crouching a short distance behind them, harbored entirely different thoughts.
My dear Highness, have you completely forgotten about Her Highness Elara? If you drag this deer girl back to the Horde, how could Her Highness Elara ever forgive you? How could she forgive me?
Just thinking about Elara made Wepwawet shudder. He and his brother, Anubis, were the very first guardians sworn to Pallas and Elara. They had grown up under Elara’s shadow. Her terrifying authority was deeply ingrained in his mind; it was sacred and completely inviolable.
Every pup in Wepwawet’s generation knew that Elara and Pallas were childhood sweethearts. They firmly believed the two would eventually end up together—one as the new Chieftain of the Horde, the other as the wife of the new Giant King.
"Your Highness, shouldn’t we prepare some extra gifts for our return trip?" Wepwawet asked carefully. "You’ll need tokens of respect for the esteemed Lilith, and of course, for Her Highness the Princess..."
As a sworn guardian, it was Wepwawet’s duty to look out for Pallas—and to preserve his own life. By bringing up the gifts without explicitly dropping Elara’s name, he was trying to give Pallas a subtle, desperate hint.
Up ahead, Pallas’s body visibly stiffened mid-cuddle. But he quickly relaxed, pretending he hadn’t heard a thing and acting as if absolutely nothing was wrong.
High above the endless canopy of clouds, the figures stood in contrast against the sky.
"What a spectacular feast of silver fish!"
"The Commander brought us here to hold the fort, but really, he’s just handing us free merit. He’s dressing us up in gold!" As a Tier-2 demigod, Deputy Commander Edward gleaned immense insights from the massacre unfolding below.
"Praise be to the Commander!" Leonidas agreed wholeheartedly. He didn’t have to lift a finger, he gained profound martial insights, and he got to spread his legendary reputation. It was a win-win-win scenario, and he was absolutely thrilled.
"If only I could slash out sword-fish that powerful someday," Alexander sighed, deeply moved. As a pure swordsman, he arguably gained the most enlightenment from the display among the Bros.
"So, what’s our next move?" Leonidas asked, visibly itching for a fight. With the Commander’s blade-fish raining down, every hidden demigod in the Verdant Cloud Realm had been flushed out—dead or crippled. It was the perfect opening, and Leonidas wanted to kick them while they were down.
"You’re going to sit right here and do absolutely nothing," Alexander retorted, shooting Leonidas a look of pure disgust. "Since the Commander has made his move, his will has already enveloped the entire Verdant Cloud Realm. Not a single phantom or avatar of those demigods can escape the blade-fish. If you jump in now, you’ll just be satisfying your own battle lust and getting in the way."
"Tch, don’t tell me you aren’t itching to go down there and test your sword," Leonidas smirked. "Don’t you want to try manifesting a sword-fish?"
Leonidas had struck a nerve. Alexander instantly fell silent.
"No interference right now," Deputy Commander Edward stated, stepping in to nip the derailment in the bud.
"Once this feast concludes, the Verdant Cloud Realm will be officially renamed the Platinum Realm. The Platinum Authority will move in, and my demigod phantom will remain stationed here. I’ll need both of your help. We need to redraw internal territories, conduct a comprehensive intelligence sweep of this world, categorize resources... and properly arrange all the vassal races you’ve explicitly and implicitly gathered."
Edward didn’t mention Orion, fully aware that the Stoneheart Titan had far more pressing matters to attend to.
"The Commander conquered this place single-handedly. You aren’t seriously expecting him to micromanage it too, are you?" Even though Edward posed it as a question, his expression clearly screamed: I refuse to be that useless.
"The new territory isn’t stable yet. We need a visible deterrent stationed here. I’ll stay," Alexander volunteered without hesitation.
"Heh, works for me. Gives me the perfect excuse to stick around and whip my brother’s kid into shape!" Leonidas found his own convenient justification to follow the Deputy Commander’s orders.
"Do you need our help with your situation?" Edward finally turned to Orion, his tone laced with genuine concern.
The Deputy Commander had already learned from the Commander what Orion was planning next. It was an incredibly dangerous gamble. One wrong move, and everything Orion had built could be hijacked and handed over to someone else on a silver platter.
"I appreciate it, but I’ll be fine. I have a plan," Orion smiled, grateful for his Bros’ concern.
The Profane Lands. The Lifeless Realm.
The Profane Lands wasn’t a specific geographic location; it was the collective name of an organization. Wherever its members resided was considered the Profane Lands.
Within the Lifeless Realm, countless Demonic Pillars—varying wildly in size—pierced the sky. Incalculable numbers of evil entities and twisted, abhorrent races inhabited these pillars.
Right now, every single entity and race was facing the tallest, most central Demonic Pillar on the continent, bowing in fervent worship. Endless rituals of prayer and sacrifice were underway. Massive quantities of pure faith energy converged, flowing invisibly and colorlessly toward the central pillar.
From a distance, one could see a hundred-meter-tall Idol of the Archfiend perched atop the central pillar. Its stone jaws were open, ravenously devouring the incoming streams of faith energy.
After a long while, the Idol, completely gorged on faith, gradually shrank and retreated into the opulent palace situated behind it. Inside, a cloaked figure waited.
"Master, one page of The Chapter of the Profane has been successfully delivered to Insect Queen Moriphara via the sea leviathan."
"The Chapter of the Profane is instrumental in forging a Divine Kingdom. Moriphara will never let it slip through her fingers."
The speaker was the evil demigod Vaelian, his form hidden beneath a heavy black robe. He was the one who had orchestrated the delivery of a page from The Chapter of the Profane to the Stoneheart Horde.
"And the other page?" The Idol of the Archfiend didn’t move, but its voice echoed boundlessly throughout the palace hall.
"It remains in the Stoneheart Horde!" Vaelian reported, barely able to contain his smugness. Everything was proceeding exactly according to plan. "The leviathan demigod Kairon has fallen. If the native demigod of the Stoneheart Horde wishes to retain his absolute authority over his territory, he has no choice but to stop Moriphara from consuming more World Essence. To stop her, he must integrate into The Weave of Reality."
No matter what choice Orion made, he was walking straight into a trap.
"Deliver the Fel Fruit to the native," the Idol commanded. "Accelerate the timeline. I grow impatient. I am eager to devour this branch of the God-Devouring Swarm."
It was blatantly clear that the ultimate target of the Idol of the Archfiend and Vaelian had always been the swarm. They had their sights set on Insect Queen Moriphara from the very beginning.
To them, Orion and the Stoneheart Horde were nothing more than convenient pawns.
"As you command, my Master!"