Chapter 47: You Aren’t Worthy, Not Worthy at All
“Because of the fiends’ cursed domain’s contamination, Burefawa has been sealed for ten years. If we just wait for outside rescue, we can still hold on for a long time. As long as the cursed domain doesn’t expand, half of Burefawa’s land can still eke out an existence.”
Yizilot gritted his teeth, his voice trembling with rage:
“But… if we’re killed until we’re terrified and dare not resist, what’s the difference between us and livestock? We are not livestock! Not livestock! We are absolutely not livestock raised by Celestial Gods!”
“Therefore, we must conquer. If one unit is wiped out, another will go, until no one is left.”
Yizilot’s intention was clear: they were going on a suicidal expedition.
This wasn’t a matter of ability, but of attitude!
Enesyin felt deeply and nodded in agreement:
“A fearless heart is the first requirement for a Godslayer. Only true warriors have the possibility of defeating gods.”
Every Royal Knight, during their education, was instilled with the importance of the Way of Valor.
Mortals were not without a chance against Celestial Gods, but if they couldn’t even face them directly, there was no point in talking about it.
Precisely this condition, however, was extremely harsh. Not everyone could overcome innate fear. Enesyin’s previous cowering before the Mad Hunt Heaven was not really her fault. Before ascending to the Champion Tier, mortals were easily overwhelmed by the Celestial Gods’ Aura of Deterrence; there was nothing to be done about it.
The Platinum-haired Dragon Maiden couldn’t help but feel a surge of respect.
As expected of the ancient ancestors. To have resisted numerous Outer Realm Fiends for so long relied on this kind of blood courage and backbone.
Yonglan couldn’t help but look up to these Burefawa Knights. He looked at these demoralized yet resolute warriors and smiled:
“It seems we are of one mind. My target is also the Mad Hunt Heaven.”
Yizilot was taken aback: “Is that so? A Traveler from Afar shouldn’t have any reason to do so.”
“No reason? What are you joking about?!”
Yonglan drew his Cinder Knight’s Straight Sword, performing a beautiful flourish, and said:
“Seeing such a majestic and brutal existence, I can’t wait to challenge Him! Defeat Him! Trample Him! Is there any other choice besides this?!”
Perhaps others would feel their own insignificance and humility before a Celestial God like the Mad Hunt Heaven, trembling all over from the pressure that surpassed their comprehension.
But Yonglan didn’t have this problem. The more terrifying and powerful the enemy, the more excited he became, to the point of almost wanting to… go for it!
The beautiful noble ladies of Chang Castle were merely for amusement. What truly got him going was the thrill of challenging powerful enemies!
Perhaps Yonglan’s displayed fighting spirit and fervor were too extreme, far exceeding the scope of mere ‘bravery.’ Yizilot subtly took a step back and said:
“Incomprehensible… but since you are willing to become an enemy of a Celestial God, then you are a warrior on the same front. We can share one last cup of fine wine.”
The Burefawa Knight took out a silver hip flask from his embrace. His gaze passed over Yonglan and looked towards the lawn not far away, speaking.
Two strangers, drinking together before challenging a Celestial God, it was like a story recorded in ancient epics.
Enesyin almost couldn’t help but agree, but the Platinum-haired Dragon Maiden valued Yonglan’s opinion more. She looked at the latter and found that the man’s reaction was indifferent, not excited at all.
Yonglan, on the other hand, said with a blank expression:
“…It seems you’ve misunderstood something. I don’t intend to challenge the Mad Hunt Heaven with you.”
“???”
Yizilot frowned, not understanding.
Yonglan’s eyes were firm, and he spoke with an irrefutable tone:
“Rather, you are not allowed to go. The Mad Hunt Heaven is my target. The honor of slaying a Celestial God is something I will only share with my companions. The path to the Mad Hunt Heaven was cleared by us, so the right to conquer should belong to me.”
“Are you kidding me? This isn’t a dungeon where you can just respawn bosses. If one dies, that’s one less. This amazing experience must be enjoyed alone!”
Having his boss kill stolen was something Yonglan could absolutely not tolerate!
After working tirelessly to conquer the Mad Hunt Heaven for so long, it would be truly regrettable if the people of Burefawa snatched the fruits of his labor!
Although he didn’t think the defeated remnants before him could defeat a Celestial God, he still had to show the proper attitude.
“……….”
The Burefawa Knights fell silent upon hearing this.
Finally, Yizilot broke the silence, clearing his throat twice:
“…If there is truly hope of defeating the fiends, then one more person is one more source of strength. The warriors of the expeditionary force have been carefully selected and will not easily collapse before a Celestial God.”
“Whoosh—”
Yonglan directly activated the flame rune of his straight sword, merging with the flames of the Ember Forge, presenting a scorching heat that distorted space.
He raised his straight sword and calmly warned:
“It won’t be too late for you to go after we fail. In any case, you aren’t worthy, not worthy at all. Precisely because of this, you are not worthy.”
This guy is serious!That look in his eyes is definitely serious!
When their eyes met Yonglan’s, no one would suspect that Yonglan was joking. If they dared to disagree with his terms, a fight would ensue.
Wait, bro, do you really think this is a hunt?! You’re even fighting over the prey! What kind of good deal is this, I ask you?!
Yizilot really wanted to curse, asking if his brain was working properly. He was treating a solemn march to death like he was snatching treasure.
It’s not that serious, bro, it’s really not.
The Knight Commander of Burefawa put a hand to his forehead and sighed:
“If you detest fighting alongside us so much, then go ahead. We still have time to wait.”
Yizilot couldn’t bring himself to commit such a foolish act of impulsiveness for such a ridiculous reason before proving his resolve to his enemy.
Since this strange Traveler from Afar insisted on killing them alone, then let them do it.
“That’s more like it.”
Yonglan retracted his weapon with satisfaction and said to the Burefawa Knights:
“There’s a Sanctuary Point not far ahead. You can rest and wait there… You know what a Sanctuary Point is, right?”
Yonglan initially thought that Sanctuary Points were a game mechanic in Sams, but in reality, they were Shariel’s creations.
Since that was the case, NPCs who were not part of the player panel should also be able to use them.
Yizilot’s reaction confirmed that they were quite familiar with the Sanctuary mechanism:
“The Merciful Chanter has already set up a Sanctuary Point here? No wonder we haven’t seen that esteemed lady for a while.”
Yonglan raised an eyebrow: “Merciful Chanter… are you referring to Shariel?”
Yizilot was taken aback: “Shariel… is that the Merciful Chanter’s given name?”
“What? You all know who forged these Sanctuaries, yet you don’t even know their name?”
