The Rise of the Black Plain



"The Chosen One is only at level 80... How strong will he be when he is at level 90?" Fermo asked his elders. 

Upon hearing that, the men and women of that family in the surrounding area were momentarily silent. But everyone there knew the answer to that question.

There was no way to compare Minos' talent with those killed this day.

'The chosen one must have a talent higher than the Golden, and his Physique is of Saint-grade. Furthermore, he can do several Golden-grade technique fusions...' 

Several of these people thought the same thing. 

Even more, Minos had the ability to create a supreme weapon!

The supreme weapon was God's creation which could be achieved through technique fusions in weaker people. 

Usually, only high-level Demigods could do this, but by fusing three techniques, Minos had achieved this feat, something none of them expected since their ancestor had not warned them about it.

This was indicative of Minos' talent but also of how their ancestor favored him over his own family.

He had purposely said nothing to his family members about the possibility of the fusion of three techniques, which had caused all the surprise of the Demigods of this family, who had mostly died for that thing.

These remaining leaders of the Longus family immediately realized that their ancestor had hidden the whole truth from them in case they betrayed him, and Minos' action earlier was Henricus Longus' way of punishing them.

'The ancestor purposely chose someone ruthless as his heir...' One of the women there understood that her ancestor would be very angry if he were still alive. 'He gave us a chance, but he also prepared someone to exterminate us if necessary.'

"Sigh... Even though I know this would probably be the ancestor's will, I can't help but mourn the death of our experts." A level 88 man sighed as he said that. "We could do so much more with their help."

Fermo understood this person's view and remained silent.

But then one of the allied beasts in his group said. "It is better to give up some experts for the certainty of peace... What good would it do to have Demigods if these people were not trustworthy?

There is no worse enemy than an internal enemy, my friends. That young human wisely exterminated those not committed to him."

With those words spoken, the matter died there, and soon these remnants of the Longus family wondered about something important.

"What now? What do we do?"

Fermo heard that and said. "We will wait for His Majesty to recover. But I believe he will invite all of us to his estate, so it would be good for everyone to prepare for our departure.

At his side, we will regain some of the strength we lost today with relative ease."

All the strongest people there nodded, aware that the Spatial Kingdom of Minos could do much for them but also the empire he had created.

The Black Plain Empire was not much in the eyes of beings living in the Grinia Empire when compared to other states in this world. But its resources were enough to attract the attention of small organizations like this family.

With this, several groups soon split up to start organizing the family, warn the weaker ones of what would happen from now on, and resolve the consequences of the battle in that place.

They were in a dangerous place, so they couldn't just casually stand around talking while so many bodies and destroyed trees lay in the surroundings.

Minos had killed more than 40 Spiritual Sages from the faction of the former Longus family patriarch before acting against the 10 Demigods earlier.

Thus, soon that group began its activities.

Amid this, Fermo was grateful for the support of the beast tribes that had stood by his side.

Some of them would stay around for Minos' awakening, but others would return to their tribes at the end of that day.

...

Three days later...

While Minos was recuperating in the Longus family headquarters, two level 90 Demigods had just arrived in Dry City through one of the local wormhole ports.

Upon arriving in this city, these two men dressed similarly, in white robes, with no hair on their heads, and overweight, both looked at the surroundings of Minos' city.

"So that's the creation of that coward..." One commented as he observed how this place was not as bad as they thought.

The other smiled upon hearing that, understanding why his friend was disrespecting the ruler of this place like that. "He's a continental expert. How could he reach that position without doing despicable things?

Only the most capable of the most shameless can reach the peak." This other eunuch commented in a low voice, smiling as he saw the soldiers approaching them.

"Your Excellencies, welcome to Dry City!" A Spiritual Sage welcomed them as soon as he saw them appear there. "Here are the men we are looking for. You need only act against them."

Upon receiving the spiritual array that had the soul fluctuations of each of the high-level Sages of the Longus family around this empire, the two envoys from the Flowers Kingdom promptly kept in their minds who they were there to assassinate.

After Ruth's conversations with one of Queen Mcbride's daughters, the ruler of the Flowers Kingdom agreed to make a deal with the Black Plain Empire in exchange for Minos' future support.

And so these two level 90 Demigods were there to fulfill the mission of killing the high-level Sages of the former patriarch Longus' group without asking questions!

"Very well, in no more than a week, we will return with their heads." The stronger of the two said this as he smiled at those men of the Black Plain Army.

"We hope that His Majesty Minos Stuart will not forget that in the future." The other commented before the two disappeared from there, immediately beginning their search.

The men in that wormhole port smiled bitterly, looking back to where they had left without giving them a chance to finish what they had to talk about.

Esmond looked at where they had left and thought with a smile on his face. 'Soon, the danger about the empire will be gone.

After His Majesty finishes his affairs on the Divine Continent and these men settle what they came here to do, we will finally be able to grow in peace for the time being.'

Amid his thoughts, he looked in the southern direction and thought. 'I hope this war will last for many years!'