“Emperor Morgan... He’s stronger than the Scarlet Swordsman!”“He’s stronger than anyone in the seven Empires!”“He might be as strong as Erhard was!”“Maybe… he really will be able to unite our Empires!”“And then we’ll overthrow the Ruby Palace!”“Emperor Morgan!”“My Emperor!”In just a few heartbeats, Morgan the Fearless became a symbol of strength for humans, an example of what they could achieve on their path of cultivation. He’d singlehandedly, in a single move, destroyed four monsters that had come from ancient legends.Hadjar was the only one who could see how pale and weak the Emperor truly was right now. Blood trickled down his face and hands. He could no longer see and was swaying with exhaustion, but he continued to stand. Morgan’s heart kept beating erratically. Hadjar had no idea how the Emperor had overcome the shackles of the blood oath, but apparently, it had come at such a high price that there was no turning back. How could a dead man walking, someone with only a f
This placed him at the fourth level of the Spirit Stage, which was equivalent to the initial stage of the human Heaven Emperor level.The pressure that radiated from this creature was beyond anything that could be imagined or described. It made everyone who was currently in the steppes, the landscape of which had changed so suddenly, bow down. Even the great heroes fell to one knee. It was an all-encompassing, horrifyingly potent power.“Behold, humans, the true power of the Lords of the Heavens!” The dragon, who had until recently been a loyal ally of Darnassus, roared. “From this day onwards, the tribute that you didn’t even notice before will be collected with no secrecy! No Emperor will ever make a single move without our permission ever again! We have allowed you to live with the illusion of freedom for too long! It’s time you found out what your reality is! You can blame one person for that — Morgan the Fearless! No, Morgan the Stupid!”Hadjar looked at the Emperor, who was bare
“To have an open mind,” Hadjar replied loftily.Dora swore under her breath so that Shakur, who was obviously listening, wouldn’t hear her. “The Emperor is here to see you.”Hadjar suddenly looked serious, “In the office?”Dora nodded.Hadjar silently walked over to the house that had once belonged to his Master. He climbed the stairs, running his fingers along the mahogany banister. He looked at the paintings and tapestries, enjoying the way his feet sank into the shag carpet.Einen’s office was wide and spacious. The figure of a man clad in the imperial robes attracted a lot of attention. He was standing by the window and staring out at the richest avenue in Dahanatan. It was overcrowded at the moment.“You weren’t at my coronation,” the Emperor said, sounding a little annoyed.Hadjar leaned against a rack of scrolls and tablets.“Isn’t that tomorrow? I’ve even got my clothes ready and-”“You know very well, great swordsman, that it was seven months ago.”“Seven months?” Hadjar gasp
Prologue of the second half of the seriesThe huge throne room was magnificent, but empty. This combination inspired both a sense of awe at its splendor, and a longing for the former glory of a place where lavish feasts and balls had once been held, making the Lascanian Palace famous across all seven Empires.The clinking of the cavalry corps captain’s spurs echoed off the high walls. The marble slabs of the floor polished to a mirror sheen, the majestic columns, the artful fountains, and the small gardens in this beautiful hall only added to the sense of majesty from a bygone era. In his black, soot-covered armor, he looked like a dirty smudge defiling the snow-white hall, which was flooded with daylight that was seeping through the tall stained-glass windows.The captain strode up to the snow-white throne made from magic marble. To the left and right of it stood various fountains, through which water hadn’t flowed for a long time. The garden beds, enclosed by a white metal fence, on
“Yes, Regent Mother.” The cavalryman bowed again, and, still in a half-crouched pose, backed away. Then, turning abruptly, he sped up in order to leave the hall as quickly as possible. As a man and a warrior who’d fought in many wars, he didn’t want to see her breastfeeding that three-year-old boy, a future warrior. Sekiya understood that, no matter how their war with Darnassus ended, Lascan had no future… Well, at least he got to fight for a once-great Empire.In a shack that stank of old, wet wood, dog fur, and something musky, a boy lay curled up on a small sofa that served as his bed, covered only by a hole-riddled blanket made from an old sheepskin coat and some rags.The boy was trembling, and he was muttering in his sleep and wincing. There was a deep furrow between his brows. It was obvious that the child was afraid. He was so scared that he wanted to wake up more than anything else, even though it was midnight outside, and the sky was full of heavy winter clouds. A blizzard h
The demon, who had assumed a human form, was wearing a wide-brimmed hat that hid half of his face. Only a single, glimmering scarlet eye could be seen. In his hands, he held a bleeding, crimson sphere, and black blobs — people’s nightmares — swarmed around his legs. They currently looked angry, and even somewhat upset.“Hello, my old enemy,” The demon bowed slightly. “You chose an unpleasant way to call me here.”Despite the freezing cold and the blizzard, the wizard was wearing simple clothes and a straw hat. His patched cape fluttered behind him, and a small canvas bag was attached to his belt.“This night is awful even without your nightmares, Helmer.” There wasn’t even a hint of fear in the wizard’s voice, despite the fact that he was speaking to the Lord of Nightmares, an ancient demon who served as the Emissary of the Prince of Demons himself. “I took it upon myself to help that poor child.”“No one has the right to interfere with my nightmares, Ash,” the demon said, slightly pe
“Is there any honor in that? Is there any honor in waiting for your enemy to die?”“Honor?” Helmer almost spat. “That’s a fairytale for young fools. When you die, I’ll win. There’s no point in me fighting you now, when I know I’d lose.”“If I want to, I’ll live for a hundred more eons.”“Even if you live for thousands more,” Helmer shrugged. “I’ll still live longer. I’ll live forever... And we both know your days are numbered, Sage. Your death is much closer than a hundred eons. It’s much closer than a measly thousand years.”The wizard said nothing…“I’ll ask again: why did you call me here? Why did you violate my rights and kill my nightmare?”Ash suddenly sighed and leaned heavily on his staff.“Who knows? Maybe I just wanted to talk to my old enemy... or old friend… After all, your protégé will die tonight. Even if I don’t live to see another Demon Parade, I’ll at least get to watch you end up with nothing again.”Helmer started laughing at first, then abruptly came to his senses
“Who are you?” She crossed her sabers and sent a slash of purple light toward the person who was standing in her way.A shrill cry echoed throughout their surroundings, and the cross-shaped cut turned into a soaring bird of prey with a massive wingspan. When its claws touched the ground, they cut through it as easily as a tailor’s scissors cut through cloth. The wide wings produced echoes so powerful that they reached the walls of Sukhashim and easily left long scratches on the magical rock.Along with her Technique, Arkemeya released her True Kingdom of the Twin Sabers and, with a reverse slash of both sabers, sent out two more attacks, which turned into huge beaks. All this power, which even made the orcs who were a few miles away turn around, splattered against a lone white sword. The short blade first sliced through the bird in one motion, and then the waves of white fire that spread out from it shattered the beaks as well.“What…” Arkemeya collapsed to her knees. All her power, f