Chapter 46: Yizilot
“If you are here to seek help, I’m afraid I must disappoint you.”
Yizilot sighed mournfully, looking around. “As you can see, Burefawa suffered heavy losses in the calamity ten years ago. Our warriors, our predecessors, our compatriots vanished with a mere glance from the fiends. Most of the once mighty army that could have supported various regions lies buried here.”
“Burefawa can no longer provide more support. Heh… If possible, we would rather seek aid from other Mortal Kingdoms. But we are not qualified to do so. Due to our hubris and arrogance, we lost so much strength in the battle against a great enemy.”
“There’s no need to apologize. We didn’t come from that so-called Land of Flying Embers, nor are we here to seek aid.”
Yonglan first gave Enesyin a look, then plunged his sword into the ground, leaning on the hilt with one hand and pointing at the sky with the other.
“If you must know, I suppose I am a Traveler from Afar.”
“!!!”
As soon as he spoke, Yizilot and his men looked over in shock. The weapons they had lowered were reflexively raised again.
“Invaders from beyond the heavens!”
This low growl was not even directed at Yonglan himself, but an instinctive reaction to the phrase “beyond the heavens,” filled with anger and hatred.
Yonglan immediately widened his eyes. “Hey, hey, hey, why would you call me an invader? That’s a forced narrative. I entered with a free pass.”
These locals seem a bit too xenophobic. Do outsiders have no human rights?!
Why is there no spirit of foreigner-friendly policy? This truly lacks the aura of a civilized world!
Yizilot stared at Yonglan with suspicion for a long time before finally sheathing his sword. He sighed, “I’ll just take this as an excessive joke… But even if you are a stranger, it doesn’t matter. Our world has already been ravaged beyond recognition. It doesn’t matter how many more come. Besides…”
The Knight Commander of Burefawa changed the subject. “Not all strangers are despicable invaders. There are also friendly races like Hram.”
“Hram is friendly?”
Hearing this, Enesyin couldn’t help but retort, “From what I know, Demonkin are anything but friendly.”
It should be said that the Platinum-haired Dragon Maiden did not hold a discriminatory view towards the Demonkin of Hram. On the contrary, she deeply respected the contributions and power of the Hram heroes in history.
However, even without any political bias, in the thousands of years since the collapse of the Xuntian Dynasty, the Hram Demonkin have waged war with almost every Kingdom and Race.
In the eyes of others, Demonkin are like those little pets that hiss and act aggressively everywhere. The difference is that demons can truly love people, and they love quite a lot. The aftermath of the Successor War still hasn’t subsided after thousands of years.
Yizilot said calmly, “Demonkin… We don’t usually call them that. Burefawa has received favors from Hram. Although Hram are also a race from beyond the heavens, there are differences among strangers.”
“However, it is understandable for this fellow Knight to refer to Hram as Demonkin. If it weren’t for them, our world wouldn’t have met such a fate… Even if this sin was not committed by their own will, it is truly hard to resist the impulse to lash out and blame them. Otherwise, how can we pour out the suffering of these past centuries?”
The Knight Commander of Burefawa let out a long sigh towards the sky. After a while, he spread his arms. “Since you are Travelers from Afar, we shall take our leave. No matter what you intend to do, whether you bear goodwill or not, it is too late. This land, as you can see, is a barren wasteland with nothing left.”
Yonglan kept smiling and asked, “What are you preparing to do?”
“An expedition.”
Yizilot and his knights resumed their marching formation, saying without looking back, “To bury the restless dead on this battlefield, to wash away the shame of Burefawa’s defeat.”
The Knight Commander of Burefawa raised his head, his voice resolute. “Since you came from the direction of the hunting grounds, you know what kind of purgatory that place has become. Our comrades were corrupted and twisted by the Law of the fiends, turning into never-resting monsters. Our purpose is to set them free.”
Yonglan stated frankly, “Then you don’t need to go. The Zombies in this hunting ground have already been cleaned up by us.”
“!!!!”
Yonglan’s tone was casual, as if he were saying “What’s for dinner?”, but the words he uttered made the Knight Commander of Burefawa stagger and turn around in astonishment.
“You don’t believe me? You can go and verify it yourselves. Perhaps there are a few stragglers.”
Meeting Yonglan’s gaze, Yizilot shook his head. “…No need. I believe it’s true. In fact, we noticed how unusually quiet it was along the way. Thank you for helping Burefawa’s comrades find release.”
Perhaps having guessed this earlier, Yizilot accepted it quite quickly. He bowed to Yonglan again, then said sternly, “Even so, our expedition cannot stop. Releasing our comrades is the primary objective, but the ultimate goal is still to defeat the Godslayer [Mad Hunt Heaven].”
Yonglan chuckled upon hearing this and said excitedly, “Ha, you intend to go and defeat a Celestial God?”
The Knight Commander of Burefawa clenched his fist and said in a deep voice, “…[Mad Hunt Heaven] destroyed our home and made our compatriots suffer the cycle of life and death in His domain. Such a deep-seated hatred must be repaid with blood.”
Enesyin glanced at the knights behind Yizilot and frowned. “If you intend to slay a god, your troop numbers are too few. This can’t even be called an expedition, at best it’s reconnaissance. It would be better to go back and gather more troops.”
To be honest, calling this troop an “expeditionary force” was an exaggeration. Even calling them a “punitive force” was rather amusing. They didn’t look like a force capable of slaying gods.
Facing the Platinum-haired Dragon Maiden’s persuasion, Yizilot slowly shook his head, his eyelids lowered. “Thirteen times…”
“Hmm?”
“There are no more troops. This is the thirteenth expedition, and perhaps the last one.”
Yizilot placed his helmet on his chestplate and said calmly, “After the initial defeat, the Chevaliers Kingdom of Burefawa organized legions, time and time again, all of which ended in failure. Those who are here now are all that remains of the Burefawa Knights.”
The other silent knights also took off their helmets and bowed their heads as if in mourning.
Yonglan stroked his chin and said without reservation, “Then you are going to your deaths? You have no intention of preserving your strength at all. That’s not rational.”
“Going to our deaths?”
Yizilot chuckled at the remark, and then his ferocious face contorted into an expression of immense hatred. He gripped his greatlance tightly, and a faint blue light surged along its spiral grooves. “Of course, we know it’s a certain defeat! But should we be afraid and cower just because defeat is inevitable?”
