Emperor's Reckoning

In the face of death, the king lost all of his hope. If only his ancestor still resided in this world then things would have drastically changed. The position would be reversed and Deo would undoubtedly theirs.

"It is my- ARGH!"

Before he could finish his word, Syvliana thrust her spear toward his right thigh, impaling him to the ground. The soil crackled as numb sensation coursing through his vein. Though his armor was the finest, Gungnir penetrated them like a hot knife to butter.

"Impossible, that weapon is Gungnir?! How can you be the owner of it?!" shouted the king.

He knew that was Luderia's ultimate weapon. There was no way that a little girl like her could possess it. So many questions popped up inside his head.

"Don't tell me, Luderia even lend you their prized treasure?! That old fool,"

"No,"

Drake opened his eyes wide as his nape hair stood. He could feel a creeping feeling crawling on his spine. His entire figure immediately enveloped with killing intent that could freeze the abyss itself. (D-devil!) screamed his heart.

He knew the killing intent didn't originate from someone that was currently present in his eyes. It was, behind him.

Sylviana grinned as she didn't bat an eye to the struggling king, but instead the one that appeared through a magic brand.

"He finally showed up," smiled Zeth.

The king didn't dare to turn around as a hand slowly stretched out and grabbed Gungnir.

"It was me,"

*splurt

The king screamed in agony as Gungnir was pulled out of his thigh. He rolled on the ground side to side but the pain won't subside.

The figure ignored the king and calmly approached the dying maiden on the ground. Her veins slowly turned black as the poison already spread to her bloodstream.

He threw Gungnir to Sylviana before he crouched and lifted the maiden. He slightly muttered something that was inaudible for the people to hear but the intention was clear a second later.

Fei immediately enveloped by magic brands of discerning colors. It was not clear how many spells he chanted, but her entire being slowly reverted back to where it was before. The black veins returned to normal as Fei coughed and spilled out the poison.

Horses' hooves ravaged the street as Nostria's reinforcement arrived. Their banners were wildly waved as the victory was assured. However, the figure leading them was a woman with golden hair without a horse to ride in.

She furrowed her eyebrows as she noticed the young man holding someone familiar in his arms. (Fei?!).

"Luna, please prepare a room for this lady," said Lyon.

She nodded before she signaled the army. though she was a princess of a kingdom, she didn't mind being ordered by the man whom she shared her first kiss with.

"Teacher," Lyon smiled, "Can you handle Sylviana for me, she is a little out of it today,"

Despite the obvious rage that was dwelling inside him, he still put up a smile to the women he close with.

Karina furrowed her eyebrows before she took a glance at another familiar woman, "She dyed her hair?"

Lyon smiled, "You can say that, but at the cost of her sanity, just look at her grinning at me,"

He turned his back against her, "Just knock her out cold, then she would return to normal, careful though, she is strong in this state."

Sylviana leaped with a single step as she plunged her spear forward against him. Lyon expressionlessly looked at the tip of the spear before he disappeared from the spot.

Karina immediately parried the strike before she kicked her stomach.

(Such speed, almost comparable to Zephyr!) thought Zeth who was hiding in a nearby corner. The wound from the blast of thunder he received still had not recovered even after using the same pill he used before.

Lyon already stood in front of the defeated king. His arms already covered by green scales that exuded divinity. His torso laid bare as his long hair fluttered. His eyes were sharp as he looked at him straight in his eyes.

Ryona nibbled her finger as she watched how her self-proclaimed hubby stood as if the heavens were under him.

Lyon opened his hand before Scarlet made its appearance. The red-blood sword governed the entirety of the battlefield as its menacing aura drown them in the sea of blood.

"Please wait, young man."

Suddenly an astral figure was formed in front of the defeated king. He had the same face as the one that fights Kyoko just a moment ago. There was no doubt about his identity.

His presence alone made the armies shake their boots. It was unimaginable how depth his cultivation was if its own astral figure managed to exude such pressure.

"Please leave some face for me, and let this end here. Though unfilial he is, he is still my descendant. Heaven's Dawn... is yours."

"A-ancestor!" the king kowtowed.

With how Kyoko assessed him, he surely is powerful enough to rule Deo for himself. Offending him would be unwise.

"I see, so you have been watching the war from the whole time," said Kyoko.

The astral figure nodded, "Yes, I am, through his eyes, I've been watching."

"Truly sad, if only you have been here, then the war will be in your victory,"

The astral figure shook his head, "Maybe, but that would be impossible since currently, I'm too far away to go here."

"Young man, you are a promising youth, one should let bygones be bygones, it would be beneficial for your cultivation journey, it surely is a blessing that Deo managed to produce another genius."

Yet, Lyon didn't retract his sword despite his request. His eyes didn't even meet with the astral figure.

"Heh, old man, you are wrong about something," said Ryona.

The astral figure furrowed his eyebrows, "What do you mean?"

Ryona smiled, "To him, your face means nothing."

"What?"

"If you hurt his woman, not even the face of the gods would matter," said Ryona proudly.

*boom

Lyon stomped the ground as the kowtowed king slightly thrown in the air. His figure immediately leaped as bloodthirst of his sword rampaged.

"Brat ceased your ha-!"

He couldn't finish his word as for a half-second Lyon looked at him straight in the eye. There was no fear despite the disparity in their cultivation. Only then did the afterimage dissipated.

*flash

The soldiers could only saw a flash before the king's figure was cut six times.

The astral figure turned back only to see his descendant had left the world. He was fuming with rage as he saw the killer's back.

"You brat! You dared to offend me?! You-what?!" the astral figure looked at his hands becoming more transparent. Only then did he realize that the attack was not just for his descendant but also for him.

"I'll remember y-" the astral figure dissipated.

Lyon didn't even turn back as he said to a corner, "Should I drag you out?"