Emperor's Reckoning

The world was standing at a halt. Beasts died, trees fallen, and buildings crumbled. The clouds of dust were piling up to the sky. The sea felt the shock as huge waves started to spread from the center of the impact.

The huge bird was thrown away by the blow as its huge shadow no longer covered the island and the thousand experts. The strong gale brought even the mightiest of them away.

"Pah!"

A head came out to the surface from the sea. It was Noark. His eyes immediately dilated as he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"What in monstrosity..." muttered the old man as he looked up at the towering clouds. As wide as his vision was it was compiled from one end to another with dust. Huge debris of landmasses falling down against the sea. The huge cliffs that he used to play with when he was a kid cracked like glass before it returned to where it belonged, to the sea.

There was no limit to the damage that occurred. The collection of luxurious ships had turned to scrap and sent away to the end of the world.

Nine other subordinates of the captain that stayed in their position had their words stuck in their throats. Their run of thoughts collectively halted as they refused to process what just happened.

*Spark!

A roaring thunder reminded them of what just happened. The space right in front of Lyon was broke open as a spatial storm brought their shocked eyes to horror. However...

"Is that.. an umbrella?" muttered one of the onlookers.

Lyon's figure was protected by a white umbrella with black ribs that were big enough to cover his entire figure. He was looking at the inner part of the canopy with his eyes slightly fazed. However, what concerned him the most was the slender man in the perfect suit.

He was formal to the teeth. His black hair was slicked back and had a hint of shine. Lyon could not fathom the power that the man in front of him had, however, he felt no fear either.

"Excuse me, my emperor," the delicate sound of a gentleman was heard before he threw away the umbrella. The white umbrella immediately sunk into the cloud of dust as even the thud of it could not be heard. as if it fell to the abyss themselves.

(Emperor?) thought Lyon before his eyebrows furrowed. He had heard what her wife was saying right before the sudden appearance of the ashen-haired one. He suddenly raised his eyebrows before taking a glance at his wife who was not far away.

"Cecile are you alr.. .right..." said Lyon as he saw a figure standing right in front of her wife.

She had blue eyes, fascinating to look at. Many would admire her but the most iconic thing was her black ears. It was so dark but the ears were pointy like those of the elves Lyon had met once. There was definitely a significant correlation to her hair which was naturally blonde but had a darker shade toward the end of the strands.

(She is also my general? Are you sure?) thought Lyon as he doubt himself.

"I thought that you would find your way of life already, you know he didn't order you to stay loyal to the very end," asked Cecile with a smile.

"I did, empress. I did, I was a guild leader not so long ago," answered the woman without turning around. She was keeping the cloud of dust away from touching Cecile with a light-controlled gale that she created with her fingers.

"But..." then she turned around, "I feel nothing. I'm not as happy as I was back then. Probably because I led the people with sadness in my heart. My own subordinates, I don't even know where any of them are right now. However, I did want to know what it feels like to be like him. And now, I understand why he said those 'words' to me back then."

"Words?" Cecile's eyes furrowed before she asked with a cold tone, "Is there something going on between you two that I do not know about?"

"Ah!" the woman immediately knelt.

"Heh," Cecile was brought to a chuckle seeing her general immediately knelt apologetically, "What are you doing? You're stronger than me now, heh, never thought that I would see the day but here it is, get up, Kesya,"

"Eh?" Kesya looked up as her blue gaze landed on Cecile's auburn gaze. There was no need for the latter to activate the True Dragon blessings anymore.

(She didn't apologize though, she only knelt as a gesture to greet the higher status. Kesya...) thought Cecile. She knew very much that the woman in front of her had the power to annihilate her right now. The war god physique that she possessed would prove futile against someone like her. She was not only trained on the battlefield but her cultivation level was already beyond the understanding of mortals. However, she knew the latter won't do any harm to her and especially not her husband.

"My emperor," the man with the glasses immediately knelt in the middle of the air. His face was looking at Lyon's feet but the heart of bowing and respecting exuded from his figure. With the professional look, one could guess the professional service Even the simple gesture was flawless.

Lyon looked down with doubt in his mind (This guy... man, I cannot remember anything! This neat freak, who is he? This is just another case of Little Yoji is it not?).

"I'm sorry for the late arrivals. If only we were a bit quicker, no, if only I was faster, your name wouldn't be spread and people won't dishonor and put mockery on you. Please do forgive me but rest assured, Treas won't exist past this afternoon."

The threatening words coming out from the person with the glasses could be heard ringing inside the thousands of cultivators that Treas had hired. The forced mana transmission made them shriek before instinctively backing away. They were originally had been blown back a few hundred meters from the blast but even with that distance.

"A-a-a forced mana transmission?!"

"T-That means my soul instantly succumb to his sovereignty?!"

Most of them gulped their saliva as they realized what's happening. However, what scared them the most was the fact that he knelt and called Lyon, emperor. Looking back, the three people that made his name soar to the sky had finally appeared right in front of them. They were the ones that Treas had personally hired to deal with. The backing that crumbled the auction houses of Treas without mercy. The ultimate insult of not even taking the item they hoarded inside their warehouse.

Whilst Jin and Garuda were astonished by Lyon's background leak, Priscila had stopped weeping. The sudden development only leaning to the truth that she was supposed to find out. That her daughter was indeed the very same female in that famous story. The Auburn War Maiden.

Lyon slightly nodded. Though he only realized their relation through her wife's words, it was alright for now.

"Thank you, my emperor," said the handsome man in glasses before he stood up and gave Lyon his back.

"Kesya," called the man.

"En," she nodded.

Kesya raised her hand before swatting the air in front of her.

The huge gale that she produced immediately annihilated the mountainous cloud of dust in under a second. The mighty gale sent Lyon and the rest on the back to flutter their hair.

The prowess of that young woman brought the over thousand experts to halt. The fear looming inside their heart grew richer but not only that.

"I-I heard rumors but..."

"She didn't even use a single whisk of mana..."

It was a minute ago that they were afraid to be slaughtered by that captain and his subordinates. Now, they very much could tell that she could kill them singlehandedly. They would be nothing but a fish on a chopping board then.

"C-Captain?!" shouted one of the nine subordinates in the sky.

His shout smacked the onlooker's reality back to the present as they all looked down.

A huge crater that was almost eighty percent the size of the whole island filled their view. Two figures could be seen from their altitude. It was a man and the captain.

The half-giant stood with his arms crossed while his right foot was on top of the captain's head. The proud captain that looked down on the mortal world was now kissing one. A huge splat of blood was under the captain's face and his body started twitching.

That one subordinate that was standing right beside Vargas, the Lord Treas, was having an eyeful of the event. His eyes twitching in disbelief as he saw his captain was in a pitiful state.

It was just a moment ago that heaven proudly pronounce itself, now it was under someone's foot.

"Die," the half-giant raised his foot before cracking open the captain's head under everyone's eyes.