Chapter 2: New Century (Epilogue)
Chapter 481: Wintery Break Organization Headquarters
“But…”
Tulas pursed his lips.
He harbored a deep fear of the King of Winter.
He was one of Duke Manhattan’s most trusted guards, and also Xi Wei Jinshi’s uncle. The King of Winter had grown up under his watchful eye, so he knew firsthand the King of Winter’s terrifying talent.
Not to mention, after becoming the Lord of Eagle Territory, the changes in the King of Winter had gradually surpassed what a normal person could comprehend. A Champion Knight and King before the age of twenty, a fierce general who held the Emerald Fortress, a hero who dealt with the Undead Legion’s attacks with ease.
Any one of these accomplishments would be enough to become a legend whispered about by people. However, when all these things revolved around a single person, they could only feel astonishment and fear.
“The foreign beings appeared six months ago, starting from the day the King of Winter became the Lord of Eagle Territory,”
A mysterious person sitting at the head of the table suddenly spoke. Her voice was sweet and gentle, yet it subtly contained indifference and coldness. The cloaked figures around them shivered involuntarily.
The entire room fell silent.
“At first, these foreign beings who could resurrect were in opposition to the King of Winter. At that time, they had a leader named Ye Hao. Ye Hao, does such a name sound strange to you?”
The mysterious person raised her eyes; they were as beautiful as amethysts, with golden and crimson pupils overlapping and shining together, as if surrounded by the orbits of the sun, moon, and stars.
This person actually possessed innate double pupils.
She was clearly not asking a question but making a statement. After a pause, she continued, “In fact, according to the investigations of the Star Chart Council, the names of these foreign beings are all very strange. They seem like people who do not belong to this world; the meaning and spelling of their names are not similar to any race on the North or South Continent!”
Her words caused a stir among those present.
From other worlds.
Such a conclusion was too striking.
Once, on the Cain Continent, the shrines of the gods were spread across every corner of the night sky like stars. Mortals could look up and see the palaces of the gods. But now, only the sun, moon, and stars remained in the sky, and the traces of gods could no longer be seen.
This was not because the gods had returned the starry sky to mortals.
It was because the shrines of these gods had been struck down.
That period of history was known as Ragnarok.
Countless gods were killed within that short decade or fell into a deep slumber out of helplessness. This was all because of a group of invaders from other worlds, who called themselves the Old Ones or Old Gods.
The abilities of the Old Gods were diverse, even more so than the gods of Cain. Their invasiveness was unparalleled. In many ancient texts, it was recorded that when many of the Old Ones descended, they brought with them madness-inducing whispers, and phantom images of great cities would appear around them.
Among them, one Old One was as tall as a Titan, with a head like an octopus and a human-like body. All four of its limbs were thick tentacles. It descended into the Abyss, and a giant underwater city materialized around it, with countless tentacled polluters shouting “R’lyeh” from their mouths.
The God of Death in the Silent Land was disturbed. He rose from the River of Re, and the moment he opened his eyes, the Old One’s city, “R’lyeh,” was already plastered on his face. Afterward, the Undead suffered heavy losses, the God of Death fell into slumber, and the descendants of the polluters gradually adapted to the environment of the Abyss, eventually forming a new race—demons.
In the years that followed, demons gradually grew powerful, and the Undead were driven out of the Abyss. They finally settled in the desolate Undead Desert, becoming neighbors with their archenemy, the Church of Light.
When it came to invaders of the world, the Sages of Kalun would immediately think of the Old Gods.
For centuries, they had been researching things related to the Old Gods.
The demons they had dissected were estimated to be equivalent to half of the first layer of the Abyss.
However, perhaps because they had stayed in the Abyss for too long, the pollutants in these demons had become too diluted to detect.
They seemed to have truly become native creatures of the Cain Continent.
But all the Sages understood.
Demons were actually outsiders to Cain, merely assimilated by the Abyss Will.
“So, you suspect that those foreign beings are invaders similar to the Old Gods? And the King of Winter, who is now in control of these foreign beings, might have been corrupted by the Old Gods?”
Tulas blinked, asking tentatively.
Reaching this point was truly out of desperation.
Who knew that one day he would tumble face-first and happen to lick a stone covered in bird droppings?
Then he was dragged into the Round Table Council of Kalun.
If he refused to join, his wife and children would be turned into Soul Cores by these great Sages of Kalun, shoved into those cold armor, and become pathetic creatures forever imprisoned without a brain.
“I have reason to suspect so,” the mysterious person sitting at the head of the table nodded gently.
“As everyone knows, the invaders of the Old Ones have significant chaotic characteristics. Their thoughts are twisted, and their actions are illogical. Those foreign beings also exhibit a small amount of this trait, and even the King of Winter occasionally displays similar traits. I believe this is likely a sign of the gradual infiltration of the Old Ones. This time, they don’t seem to be planning a grand entrance, but rather to cook the frog in warm water.”
The Great Sages around nodded in agreement.
This was why they had established the Winterbreaking Organization, with the goal of preventing the first wave of erosion from the Old Ones.
Their mission concerned the survival of the entire Cain Continent, which was undoubtedly glorious, and thus their hearts were filled with fervor.
Even Tulas, who had been unwilling to join at first, was gradually brainwashed by these fervent Sages, abandoning his family ties for the greater good.
“What should we do now? Tulas also became worried.
He was the overt leader of the entire Winterbreaking Organization. The person who had spoken with Balner earlier was him.
Now, Xi Wei Jinshi was no longer the genius nephew in his eyes.
He was a monster corrupted by the Old Gods. This could also explain why Xi Wei could conquer an entire country in one go.
With the backing of those terrifying Old Gods, what was impossible?
“Don’t worry,” the mysterious person sitting at the head of the table shook her head, her tone revealing great confidence and a smile.
“The foreign beings under the King of Winter can be resurrected, and our Golem Soldiers can also be produced indefinitely. It is estimated that these foreign beings number no more than twenty thousand, while our production capacity at Kalun is far more than one hundred thousand or even two hundred thousand. As for high-end combat power, our mid-level has the Templar Knight conversion technology preserved by the Kolon Empire, and at the high-level, we have us, the Great Sages of Kalun.”
The mysterious person paused here, raised both hands as if to catch the crystal lamp above her head, but then suddenly clenched her fists. She said with great conviction:
“No matter what insidious and strange conspiracies the enemy has, in the face of absolute strength, they will ultimately turn to dust!”
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Please give me an electric boost. This book is getting weirder and weirder. I need to speed up the plot. Otherwise, Penguin will have to eat the wind.
