Emperor's Reckoning

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Meanwhile, inside the Mortal World on that isolated island.

"W-What was that just now?" said one of the cultivators who took notice of the flying soul.

"I-I have no clue, it seems something alive but then a hand reached out from it and then ruthlessly dragged it back."

"Must be a fortuitous encounter!" said one of the experts. "Otherwise, why would they dragged it back to that world."

"That's a valid point," one of his colleagues nodded. "The question is, whose hand it belonged to?"

"Forget about whose hand it belonged to. That one thing just proves that the expedition this time is a success!"

"Why would you be happy if it's a success? Like you would gain something."

"Heh, you shortsighted little brother of mine. If their journey is a success that means we have the chance to actually explore the area by ourselves! Bargaining our chance with fate!"

Everyone else nodded in the conclusion that he pulled. If they had come back successfully with the expedition. The roadmap in which they had taken could be used for their own journey later on.

"But really, who was it from though?" said one of the cultivators that couldn't help but get curious about the identity of the hand.

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The flare of the soul dissipated in his hand as the last cry of what once the great Eternal Golem echoed in the realm.

Lyon closed his eyes before the death bearing that he exuded gradually vanished. His eyes had turned back to normal as he turned around.

"Haaa~ Huuu~" he took a deep breath before letting all the rage go.

Looking against Cecile's and the other's direction he immediately made a run toward it.

"Lyon?" Ivy took a few steps forward to make sure who was that tiny dot was running toward the south.

"Young miss! We can move again!" said one of the elders that followed them.

Amidst their celebration, Ivy furrowed her eyebrows before turning around. "Let's continue our journey, we will not go back empty-handed."

"Yes, Young miss!" said the elders in unison.

Meanwhile, Zet and his group were experiencing the same thing.

Irae, the curved sword that Zet possessed and the elders' swords had stopped trembling at the same time after the loud shaking tremor.

"Young master, are you alright?!" asked Gunther as he rushed to his side. "Hm? Young master?"

He furrowed his eyebrows seeing the grin of his young master. He knew that one would feel glad that the danger had come to pass but the grin that Zet showed was something different. It was one called excitement.

"He is really strong!" commented Zet as he nodded before turning around. "Let's continue our journey! There is no time but now! I can't wait for my second duel with big brother Lyon!"

The elders were at lost at their young master but followed them nonetheless.

Porealus shook his head, "Unbelievable..."

(Those cocky people from Heaven wouldn't know what awaits them! Ha.. hahaha!) thought Porealus.

He let out a wry smile before turning around and walking toward the north. "Elder Peli, show the way."

"Y-Yes!" Elder Peli nodded.

Rustling through the black grasses, his eyes only landed on one person at the moment. She was laying with wounds that no mortal could have survived were they not her. The only woman that received a direct hit from Eternal Golem but still survived despite the disparity of their cultivation level.

"Cecile!" shouted Lyon before he knelt right by her side once more. "The blood, oh, it dried up."

He spared no attention toward the others before he reached out her waist and her back. He picked the tall muscular woman up like the princess that she was.

"Woah, aren't you a strong man," teased Cecile as she coquettishly winked at him.

"Heh, you should take a look at yourself," said Lyon as he smiled. Though her condition was bad per se, the fact that she could tease him at this time made him relieved.

"Do we still need something here?" asked Lyon.

"Depends, we certainly have some memories here, albeit not a good one," muttered Cecile.

Lyon furrowed his eyebrows before he walked to the peak of the hill. Both of them looked over at the plain and wasteland below. There were broken helmets, chipped swords, and bones of what looked like a deceased human being.

"Are they..." muttered Lyon.

"They were once our ally. The rally of humans fighting against the Golem race happened here. The dark history of both sides."

"Ally..."

"Well, not exactly. We were adventurers then and they were once our guildmates," said Cecile before she let out a sigh as she looked at the view.

"We lost many, master. However, we did win the battle," said Graham as he knelt behind them both.

"Did we eradicate their entire race?" asked Lyon. The possibility of eradicating an entire race was either shivering or ridiculous for a thought. However, after the display of power that Lyon showed, the feeling had leaned for the former.

"No, master, the eradication of the Golem race was stopped," said Golem.

"Oh? By who?" asked Lyon.

"By you," answered Cecile with a smile.

Lyon raised his eyebrows in surprise, "By me?"

"Yes, master. At the time you stood against all the adventurers to protect the few golems that had nothing to do with the grand battle. The humans were insane, they were drowned by the madness of hate toward the golems," said Graham.

"That was the simplified version of course. You should have experienced it yourself once you recover your memories," said Cecile.

"Heh, it's coming back to that, huh," Lyon smiled wryly. "Then, where are they now? The golem race. We should pay a visit sometime, they might erect a statue of me and worship my name hahaha!"

Graham and Cecile smiled before the former said, "They did."

"Eh? They did?!" said Lyon as his head started to expand.

"The statue is in the heart of the Golem Town," said Graham. "You are the only human that they acknowledge as their ally! Master, they will die for you!"

Lyon grinned.