Chapter 844
King of Earth
Hearing this, the fox looked at the old dog with a bit more respect.
“Truly surprising…”
Alistair sighed, “After arriving in Star Antinomy, the most dignified person I’ve met is actually a jester.”
“Heh heh…”
The old dog Laro merely laughed nonchalantly, “As long as I have a king who trusts me, I am a jester. Otherwise, I’m just a clown who talks nonsense… a pathetic madman. No one loves a clown, and no one finds them lovable.”
As they were speaking, a commotion could be heard from ahead.
Alistair leaped forward several steps, and then jumped back onto the white horse’s back.
“You’re back,”
The white horse said in a deep voice, “Let us fight side by side again, partner.”
Its tone had become strong again, devoid of its previous hesitation and internal struggle, clearly having resolved its earlier doubts.
“Are you all spirited up again, Highness?”
Alistair teased.
“Because we’ve reached this point, we have no room to retreat.”
The white horse’s voice was clear as a youth’s, “If we take a step back, we’ll be crushed to pieces. For the survival of our race—help me one more time, can you? My wisdom…”
“Alright, brave white horse.”
Alistair sighed, looking at the heavily armored carnivore legion ahead, “I never thought I’d have to fight against this kind of animal…”
Compared to the ragtag army of small animals behind her, the legion composed of brown bears, wolves, hyenas, and hawks clad in armor was terrifying just from a distance.
And what did she have behind her?
Little rabbits, little deer, little sheep, little kangaroos, little cats, little dogs…
—How could they possibly fight?
Unless they summoned the Tanding Projector on the spot and let the little animals pilot giant robots. Otherwise, Alistair couldn’t imagine any possibility of winning.
Although many of these small animals were also carnivores… like foxes and cats, dogs, obviously animals that couldn’t survive on grass alone.
… Do I have to do it? It’s not impossible, it just feels like this isn’t the correct way to clear the level…
Thinking this, Alistair released the Night Demon. The crow flapped its wings, staying close to them.
And from another perspective, unseen by them.
Eivass, in his spirit form, breathed a sigh of relief.
He had been talking to the white horse for a long time and had finally managed to calm it down.
He looked back at Alistair, who had turned into a fox, and couldn’t help but touch her. However, Eivass’s hand passed right through Alistair; she didn’t feel Eivass’s presence at all.
“Is she your friend?”
The old mage walked over slowly from a distance, leaning on his staff. “She doesn’t seem very intelligent; she hasn’t understood her predicament yet.”
He had just finished talking with the Golden Lion.
After that, he had immediately hurried over to see what Eivass was up to.
The white horse beside him glanced back at the old mage, who subtly shook his head, signaling him not to speak.
“I wish you victory, Highness,”
Eivass ignored the old mage and said gently to the white horse, “I will pray for you and wish you a triumphant return.”
The white horse nodded and replied briefly, “We will win.”
On the white horse’s back, Alistair only heard the white horse’s voice.
She immediately made a distressed face, “You…”
How could someone make a death flag in the middle of a battlefield.
Immediately after, the white horse galloped forward two steps.
Its speed increased, and then it suddenly opened a pair of pure white wings and leaped up!
“Lightning!”
The white horse’s clear voice resounded in the air as numerous hawks swooped down.
However, its prayer had already echoed through the sky, “Smite my enemies—”
The next moment, violent lightning descended from the heavens.
A dense storm of thunderclouds, like a spiderweb, fell from the cloudy sky and danced upon the beast horde.
Beast after beast wailed and was struck down.
Alistair flattened herself, gripping the white horse’s back tightly, her eyes wide with shock.
—You’ve really become a Gundam!
No, does Arthur have this move??
And the colossal Red Bear roared and lunged from the other side—
When it landed, the entire ground trembled!
The earth cracked, and countless fissures opened in an instant, swallowing the small animals.
Then, one by one, the small animals opened pure white wings like angels and managed to fly out of the fissures.
But from the gaping fissures in the earth, sharp rock spikes suddenly erupted, killing and injuring large numbers of them!
The earth shook violently, deforming at high frequencies. It wasn’t just an earthquake—the entire ground seemed to be undulating at high frequencies, like a spectrum analyzer on a music player. The small animals were repeatedly thrown into the air, only to be struck and sent flying again by new rock spikes upon their descent.
—Huh? Does the Supreme Heaven have this move? No, Arthur shouldn’t have started with the Supreme Heaven. What about the Giant King and “Scar Branch”?
As someone who had “personally experienced” the Battle of Punishing Heaven, Alistair felt confused for a moment.
But if this was the time Hengwo charmed the Beast Lord, it didn’t seem right either… Hengwo didn’t directly attack the Beast Lord back then.
Fortunately, Alistair’s knowledge of mysterious lore was deep enough.
Satisfying all these conditions, there seemed to be only one event…
It was a story told to Alistair by the Lord of Scales and Feathers.
“The Sky-Eating Behemoth Nibiru…”
Alistair murmured softly.
That was the most glorious achievement of the Wing Heavenly Envoy when he was still a mortal.
“…At that time, there was a sky-piercing giant beast on the ground that specifically fed on Winged Ones.”
The voice of the Lord of Scales and Feathers echoed in Alistair’s ears:
[It ate powerful beasts and became more powerful; it ate wise beasts and became wiser. It devoured long-lived magic trees and ate tens of millions of Scaled Ones, gaining a tough shell and strong bones.]
[It called itself the “King of Earth,” its only flaw being the lack of wings. Thus, it was bound to the earth and unable to dominate the sky.]
[So it devoured large numbers of the Winged Ones, hoping to grow wings. Its size kept increasing, but it never grew wings.]
Alistair suddenly turned her head and looked at the small animals behind her with angelic white wings.
Those are…
“—Winged Ones?”
Alistair’s eyes widened, and she murmured.
“…What is she thinking?”
The old mage, in his spirit form, commented, “Shouldn’t this be the incident of the elves rebelling against the Beast Lord? The greatest human kingdom, Hrasal, was born from this.
“I still remember, that should have been called… [The War of Monsters]. It was an army of a hundred types of monsters that races not created by the Beast Lord gathered to fight against. That white horse should have been Hengwo. Horses and the sun and moon are also connected. According to the outcome of that war, it was humanity that ultimately prospered… that is, the ‘Lion’ symbolizing the beginning of the Hrasal Empire.”
“That may not be the case.”
Eivass merely closed his eyes slightly, “This scene can also be interpreted in another way…”
Alistair continued to recall the words of the Lord of Scales and Feathers:
“—In the end, it was the Wing Heavenly Envoy, still a mortal, who killed the giant beast when he was on the verge of death. He didn’t have the immense power he possessed later, nor such Peak abilities. So he relied on traps, relied on conspiracies, relied on poison and curses to complete the ‘hunt’…”
It was a feat of transcending weakness to overcome strength.
Why is there no “human” in this world?
No, it’s because humanity has not yet been born—
This was an era before the Lord of Scales and Feathers even existed, an era when the Supreme Heaven and the Great Philosophers were still mortals, an era when the Hunting King still roamed, an era when the King of Earth freely preyed on mortals…
—This is indeed the Battle of Punishing Heaven.
But this is the first chapter of the “Battle of Punishing Heaven”!
Looking at the white horse with wings spread to greet the lightning in the sky, Alistair seemed to see a brave warrior with pure white wings behind him. And the crimson giant bear opposite it looked so ferocious and terrifying…
It’s the story of a pure white horse, representing the oppressed races, leading all beings to punish the giant bear!
Then, who that Golden Lion was… was self-evident.
The lion, disintegrated from within by moles.
What that implied could be the Hunting King, “stolen scales and feathers” by the Lord of Scales and Feathers!
“—So, is this also a cycle of destiny?”
And if the conditions for this story were to be met…
Alistair suddenly understood what she had to do.
“Viness, curse that giant bear!”
(End of chapter)
