The Rise of the Black Plain

After sealing deals with 8 men, 7 level 94 Demigods, and 1 level 95, the only survivors of the previous battle, Minos had them take pills to recover.

He looked at his three companions, who were staring at him intently as he held the 'rabbit' in his hands.

"Your Majesty..."

"Now, it won't be so difficult for us to settle your revenge here. You will accompany me while I deal with the rest of the Veora family before I release you to return to Dry City." He said, knowing that these people didn't necessarily want to take revenge with their own hands.

It would be enough for them to know that the Veora family had been removed from this world!

Years ago, they had traded their freedom for Minos' support to complete the revenge they desperately sought.

Minos killing King Veora and planning to deal with the rest of that royal family was more than they expected from him, so they didn't complain about the way things were going.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. I know this isn't just to fulfill the previous promise, but still, what you're doing is more than we could ever repay. We are truly grateful to you for taking care of us over the years and now freeing us from years of bitterness." The heiress of this family, level 88, said as she knelt before Minos.

The other two did the same, also thanking Minos for taking action against such a family.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Minos didn't bother and said. "What do you think about representing me in this state?"

"What?" The three exclaimed.

"I will leave you here to take care of Veora's union with the Black Plain Empire. You will be my representatives in the future. Nothing could be more fair, right? You've brought me relevant information from this place, so I'll let you take care of Veora for me. But first, you must return to the Black Plain Empire and form a group to go to this place.

In the meantime, I intend to go elsewhere, so you'll have to organize everything after I leave."

"We'll do our best!" The three said, feeling that Minos was giving them a great chance.

"Anyway, it looks like our new allies have finished recovering. Let's get back to our immediate plans." He saw those eight people and started to move towards the capital.

These people did the same, quickly joining the Sages there to accompany Minos on his journey.

Minos said to the strongest of these Demigods. "The royal family of this state is no longer needed. Take me to the strongest of the royal family. I will eliminate them before we deal with those who might cause me problems in the future."

"Your Majesty, not all members of the Veora family are powerful. What do you say we spare the weakest and the most backward? It would show the local people that you are pious and won't bring instability to the state." The strongest of the Demigods suggested.

"I think that's terrible," Minos said bluntly. "Let's eliminate all loose ends. All those with blood ties to the Veora family will die before dawn the next day. As for the family guards, I'm willing to accept them into my group. Those with the same disposition as you will be welcomed into the Black Plain Army."

These men saw that there was no conversation with Minos and sighed, regretting that they could not help their former rulers in any way.

'At least I tried...' The level 95 man thought to himself, no longer questioning Minos. One refusal was enough for him to know he shouldn't push the matter further.

Soon, he and the other men would show Minos the way to the royal palace, where the strongest members of the royal family were that day.

Given the speed at which they could move, they would arrive at such a place a few moments after leaving the previous altar, arriving at a rather hectic palace that was under pressure from the departure of the strongest local cultivators a few moments ago.

The forces in the palace were still unsure of what had happened to their sovereign. They only knew that the king had left with his advisors a few moments ago after sensing something wrong at one of the state's faiths power-gathering places.

Amidst the general concern of the strongest members of that family, nine Demigods and three Sages appeared above the royal palace, flying over the central part of the city while looking at the place in a strange way.

The remaining guards stayed where they were and hovered over the palace, looking strangely at the group of guards next to Minos.

Meanwhile, the weaker ones in the palace stayed where they were, realizing great trouble was upon them.

"Ryan! What happened? Why are you standing next to Minos Stuart? What is he doing here? And where is His Majesty?" A level 95 man, one of Veora's six cultivators of that level, asked as he took his place in front of the other men.

The level 95 Demigod next to Minos took a deep breath before looking into the person's eyes and saying. "His Majesty is dead. Now Veora belongs to the Black Plain Empire!

Surrender to His Majesty Minos Stuart or face the consequences!" He shouted, his weapon ready to strike.

Hearing Ryan's words, all of the 40 or so Demigods around the royal palace felt strange as chills ran through their bodies.

"Damned traitor!"

Minos took a step forward, seeing that words wouldn't be enough to settle things on the spot.

He was still at level 92, as his ability to keep his cultivation higher by using his skill had evolved, and he could stay stronger for longer.

He said before attacking the strongest of the opposing Demigods. "Ryan is very soft-spoken. Those who don't surrender immediately will die!"

After closing his mouth, Minos disappeared from where he was and appeared next to the strongest level 95 Demigod from the enemy side, one of the two individuals of that level currently available in the royal palace.

When he appeared next to that person, Minos already had his Indestructible Body working on him, and he simply kicked the man in the abdomen, causing the space around his leg to collapse as he moved faster than the opponent could react.

"Sh..."

The man was about to scream as he felt several of his organs being crushed by Minos' kick while his body was already flying towards the ground so fast that he looked like a cannonball.