Emperor's Reckoning

Chapter 784: I’ll Grant Your Wish!

“Don’t be ridiculous!!” shouted Galaeron. “Do you know the meaning of your own words?!”

The king had his weary eyes snapped open. His chest was heaving and he couldn’t spare a blink as he stood against the two of them.

“Heh, hahahaha!” the dark elf laughed beside him. “I see, so that’s it. Marvelous, pretty marvelous, if only I know that you guys are going to unseal the door, I wouldn’t have to suffer such precious time.”

“Your cult ends here,” said Graham. “You reanimated a whole village to cover up your existence, it stops now.”

“Heh, I see, so you’ve been to one of my headquarters,” the dark elf laughed. “What do you think about that?”

“It’s shit,” answered Graham. “We can see it through in a mere glance, however, you took advantage of the weak and the innocent, my master doesn’t keen to see that.”

“Who now? Your Master? Since when did he become the final hammer of justice? As far as I know, he would rather be sleeping with faeries than dealing with a worldly affair. I only lucked out because I couldn’t recruit him to be in the Legion. Else, I won’t even spare my face here with this so-called, king of the elves.”

“Shut your mouth, evil spawn!” Galaeron snorted. “You violated the dead with your dark arts!”

“Heh, I don’t want to hear that from someone that hated the humans to the core,” muttered the dark elf.

“My master is not the final hammer of justice,” Graham shook his head, “He is more than that.”

“Then what is he?” asked the dark elf, “You’re going to kill me anyway, at least grant me the merit.”

Assid furrowed his brows, “You sharp-eared organism! You think you have the right to demand something from us?! Know your place, trash.”

The two of them immediately close tight their lips. The powerful mantra immediately shackled their souls altogether. The dread, the shroud, they all came from the race that they always looked down and never batted an eye before.

“Hmph!” Assid snorted. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood.”

(This is his good mood?!) thought Connak and Agist. The human before them could shut two equally powerful beings with mere words alone.

“Hmm,” Graham turned and brooded over the situation below. He saw how one figure kept on slaying the green-skinned creature without mercy as if they were nothing but papers. She shredded and shredded the lofty and mighty orcs without taking a break. The lust for the killing was apparent as she made a blood bath out of them.

“After all these years, she still couldn’t control it,” Graham muttered.

“Huh?” Assid turned before he followed Graham.

(I can’t move…) thought Galaeron despite no visible chains holding his limbs. The two of them showed their back, now was the best moment to either strike or run away, however, he could not even blink.

“Kesya is a special case, she possessed two bloodlines in her vessel,” added Assid. “It is already a miracle that she is still alive.”

“WHERE ARE YOU GOING!! HAHAHA!” she shouts reverberated in the area as she chased down the running orcs. “NO MERCY NO MERCY!!!”

(Two bloodlines?) thought the dark elf. (She also said that I was not the only dark elf on the battlefield, she must have been referring to herself, I see no other candidate, however, her complexion is pale compared to the common elf).

“I thought that she would learn how to control it after long long years of absence,” said Graham.

“It’s not easy, she might not be able to control it well in her entire lifetime, though, there are some instances that she could activate both bloodlines at the same time,” said Assid.

(Two bloodlines activated at the same time?) the dark elf frowned. The more he listened the more shrouded the group was in mystery.

“Just who are you?”

Lyon raised both of his brows. His legs no longer faced a resistance. Two empty eye sockets were staring at the sky. He slowly let go of his grip against Scarlet. The mighty orc posed no threat anymore.

The chieftain could hear the wails of his subordinates, but he had lost the prowess to save them. His muscles barely held up the valor he had minutes ago. The mighty orc had clearly fallen to a state he never thought would enter in his entire lifetime.

“It’s absurd that a human such as you exist!” said the orc staring at Lyon despite having no eyes.

Lyon furrowed his brows before he rotated his sword to a higher degree. The sound of twisted meat was heard before the mighty orc wailed thunderously against the sky.

“You severed her forearm, I will sever your entire tribe,” said Lyon coldly before the wails of the chieftain’s subordinate rang against the clouds above.

“Kh!” the chieftain grinned with what’s left of his teeth. “I can feel your killing intent seeping through my bones, AAAHHHHH!!!”

Lyon pulled out his sword from the chieftain’s chest before blood immediately splurted out from the deep penetration. Dark mist basked Lyon’s entire right hand as Scarlett was no longer as vibrantly red as it used to be.

“What are you planning?!” asked the orc with his brows furrowed before he felt his hair being pulled. “Gah!”

Lyon furrowed his brows as he dragged the chieftain of the orc by the hair.

“Big brother…” Jugen muttered as he saw him drag the giant orc toward the seal of the door.

“What are you going to do?!” asked the orc as he held Lyon’s small arm, with both of his hands.

However, no matter how big the difference was in size, Lyon didn’t even halt a bit. His eyes were set on the sealed door. Before he smashed the head of the chieftain right against it.

“Guha!” blood splurted out of the orc’s mouth as the door was unbudged. However, before he could fully recoil his cheek was pressed against the sealed door with a push from Lyon’s hand. “You want to open this door so much? Then I’ll grant your wish!”

Lyon threw away his sword before pulling his right hand. Slowly burying the fingers against its own palm, his hair fluttered as his presence magnified.

“HM!!” Lyon’s pupils shrunk to a dot as he lashed out the first punch. The space surrounding the travel of his fist bent before his knuckles cleanly struck against the cheeks of the orc. A loud gong was heard the moment his punch connected.

“Kah…” the orc’s jaw broke but before it could recoil, the second punch came rushing from Lyon’s left hand.

*Gong!

The reverberating sound kept on repeating with heightened speed. Roars of mighty beasts often trailed behind the gong.

(What was that?) asked Galaeron inwardly.

(Damn it, I can’t move my leg!) thought the dark elf as he gritted his teeth.

(What an eerie sound, what’s happening down there?) Connak gulped.

*Crack!

Kesya broke the neck of the last surviving orc with her bare hands. The orc immediately lost the pupils inside his eyes before he was thrown away like trash. “Hmph! So weak.”

“Now then,” Kesya turned around and saw the two people wearing cloaks looking in the direction of where the door to Hell was. She darted along before finding her master pounding the orc’s face without stopping for a breath. Her distant blue ocean eyes purely reflected what she saw.

Blood smothered all over the place as the orc gradually slumped down, however, the gongs continued relentlessly. There was nothing as there was no one, capable of stopping him. Lyon lashed out his pure emotion into the rawest form of killing. Punching him to the afterlife.

Lyon’s knuckles were dyed in red as the entire structural face of the orc was dismantled and broken. The head of the latter was in a bloody pup before Lyon abruptly stopped. The orc could no longer stand up and slumped down against the keyless door. A small bubble popped up from the broken nose before Lyon grabbed him by the hair and lifted him up.

Lyon’s feet slowly left the ground as he hovered in the sky. Kesya was grinning whilst Graham and Assid furrowed their brows. Galaeron and the dark elf couldn’t believe their eyes. The state of that mighty orc which they feared, was something that even they couldn’t imagine. The torture, the pain, it was all written by the shape that they saw right before their very keen eyes. However, their pupils shrank the moment Lyon turned and faced them both from afar.

The ghastly look that exuded out from his dark pupils immediately chained their thoughts together in a single word—fear. The mighties of the orc had fallen under none of his art, but full of his talent as a fighter and a swordsman. It was his raw skill, raw power, and raw intelligence that brought him victorious.

Both of them started to get a slim glimpse as to why Graham and Assid bowed under his command and bound under his words.

“Hmph!” Lyon snorted before he let go of his grip and let the giant orc free fall to the ground below with a loud thud. He calmly crossed his arms and had his chin slightly a level higher.

The haughtiness, the pure arrogance, how many could be said that they had what it takes to show it against the king of the elves? The answer was less than five, and he was two of them. They might not have met with each other prior, but the words that Galaeron received about him had transformed to become a list of understatements.

Galaeron made a harsh swallow before Lyon stood near the cliff.