Chapter 122: Making Miracles Ordinary
Chapter 124: Making Miracles Ordinary
Upon being questioned by Yonglan, Luqia snapped to attention like a student and replied, then obediently lowered her head.
“A rising star of the Clear Stream Knights, I’ve heard you’re a once-in-a-century genius from the Clear Stream Kingdom, taking over the position of Grand Knight at such a young age,” Yizilot, standing beside Yonglan, remarked, though it sounded more like he was providing supplementary information for Yonglan.
“Lord Yizilot, you praise me too much. I am merely a fledgling apprentice walking the path of salvation, far from deserving the title of genius, let alone standing before the King. Please do not bring further shame upon me,” Luqia quickly replied, referring to Yonglan as “My King” regardless of acceptance.
“Alright, Luqia, please sit. I have noted it,” Yonglan waved his hand and then turned to the other side.
There stood a tall Knight clad in plate armor. The dark, seemingly heavy armor inexplicably shimmered with a faint, silvery glow from time to time. This Knight appeared to be from the Long Night Kingdom.
The representatives from these two Knight Kingdoms were the first to arrive at the Thousand, Capital… The reason they were all Knight Kingdoms was simple.
Before the Fiends descended upon this land, there was a vibrant mix of cultures: capitals focused on art and beauty; forest nations that cherished nature and its flora; and stonemason kingdoms dedicated to construction… In short, it was a very fairy-tale utopian world.
But after the Fiends arrived, only the martial nations could barely hold on. Any weak Mortal Kingdom would be instantly annihilated. Although the Knight Kingdoms couldn’t completely stop the Fiends, they could at least resist their Kin.
Thus, after centuries of selection, only the strong nations barely managed to survive.
“Haa… Godslayer—”
The representative from the Long Night Kingdom exhaled deeply, his voice hoarse and low: “I am the Long Night Knight… Luojia. The Land of the Long Night is currently engaged in battle, therefore… we cannot come to pay our respects in full. Please… forgive our transgression, My King…”
Yizilot quickly explained to Yonglan, “The Long Night Knights are the pillars of our strength. You have defended the gates of the Kingdoms for decades, unswaying from your duty as Warriors. What wrong have you done?”
Yonglan’s focus, however, was elsewhere: “Who are you fighting? Another Fiend?”
Having consecutively defeated the Mad Hunt Heaven and the Mirror-Corroding Duke, Yonglan had become addicted to challenging Fiends. Not only was it exhilarating to fight, but the rewards were also extremely generous, making it hard not to indulge.
Luojia quickly shook his head. “Fiends? No… How could that be? Mortals cannot contend with Fiends. Those we are fighting are the abandoned remnants, forgotten by the Fiends—an Undead Dynasty.”
In this era filled with endless pollution and despair, the conflicts between Fiends dominated, with everything else trembling in their wake.
When Fiends fell, they would become phantoms. At such times, their Kin had two paths: either follow their masters into the abyss of madness, or leave the Fiend phantoms and fend for themselves.
These scattered remnants dared not venture into the Fiend strongholds, so they could only prey on the living space of Mortal natives.
Yizilot said bitterly, “Our battle with the Mad Hunt Heaven was our first direct confrontation with a Fiend. But as you know, even a mere phantom, with just a glance, left us… defeated.”
This was already a mild description. The Chevaliers Kingdom of Burefawa, once the strongest nation in terms of military might, was reduced to a roadside ruin simply because of their decision to attack the Mad Hunt Heaven.
Yonglan nodded and said to the representatives of the Clear Stream and Long Night Knights: “Since we’ve all introduced ourselves, I’ll get straight to the point. You are here to pledge your allegiance to me, correct?”
Luojia responded, “You are a powerful being capable of… slaying Celestial Gods. We are willing… to pledge our loyalty to you.”
This was a very pragmatic sentiment. Even if he were a foreigner, it mattered little. What was important was that Yonglan had truly slain a god that Mortals could not defeat, demonstrating the power to protect them.
Yonglan didn’t find this practical mindset wrong. He agreed, “In that case, I am happy to accept your allegiance. However, before that, I prefer to forge a clear Contract.”
Yizilot understood and explained the terms of the Contract between the Chevaliers Kingdom of Burefawa and Yonglan. After hearing it, Luqia and Luojia expressed no objections.
The blue-haired Knight immediately exclaimed, “What benevolence!”
Luojia added, “We are not asking you to challenge the Fiends…”
“No, I think it’s excellent,” Yonglan interrupted. “If one doesn’t challenge Celestial Gods, what’s the point of being a Godslayer? Or do you merely wish for me to protect your small territory and live in peace?”
Yes, that was precisely it.
Most of the Knights present held such thoughts. After all, the weight of reality was already crushing them. The Knight Kingdoms were surviving in the cracks; any single Fiend could annihilate them. The most desired King for the Knight Kingdoms was a guardian who could defend their current homes.
It wasn’t that they didn’t want to drive out foreign enemies, but they dared not.
The gap between Divine beings and ordinary Mortals was simply too vast, so vast that they couldn’t even conceive of hostility.
“We… cannot… resist!” Luojia said slowly in his hoarse voice. “Celestial Gods… Fiends… Demigods… are all beings that Mortals cannot defeat. It’s not… a matter of scale.”
“Then let me deal with them!” Yonglan lifted his chin. “Everything that Mortals cannot oppose, I will crush!”
“My King!” Yizilot frowned. “The Fiend dwelling in the Thousand, Capital is not the strongest. There are other Fiends in the world, and there are complete Celestial Gods! Even you, I fear, will find it difficult… difficult…”
“So what?” Yonglan frowned. “My friends, if I can kill Fiends, then are stronger Fiends and Celestial Gods absolutely impossible to defeat? Damn it, I feel looked down upon.”
This is completely different! the crowd thought inwardly.
A Godslayer being able to slay Fiends and defeat Celestial Gods was not normal to begin with. Yonglan had not displayed an overwhelming dominance.
If slaying gods is considered a miracle, how cheapened must miracles become to achieve this…
“I believe what My King says is correct,” Shariel said, agreeing with Yonglan’s sentiment, as the hall fell into silence. “The Mortal Kingdoms can no longer stand aside. The struggles of the gods have entered their final stages. Haven’t the Knight Kingdoms been trying to protect themselves until now? But more and more Fiends are squeezing our living space. The current situation cannot be solved by evasion. Only by singing praises of courage can we overcome difficulties and forge a kingdom for Mortals, creating a new world.”
Hram, with his cherry-blossom white hair, looked gently at Yonglan.
“My King… possesses the might to make miracles ordinary.”
