King Yarlessto received an urgent report.
A servant, covered entirely in mud, knelt on the ground, trembling all over.
"What... A slave rebellion? A Giant Dragon?!"
King Yarlessto looked at the servant in disbelief, suspecting the man had gone mad.
"My King, the slaves have revolted, they’ve killed a host of Nobles, and then, then the Giant Dragon ca!"
The servant emphatically reiterated the scene he had witnessed.
King Yarlessto saw that his fear was not feigned and realized the gravity of the situation. He imdiately stood up and commanded:
"Quick, imdiately organize my royal guards, as well as the guards of the Nobles within the city, to follow to that rebellious city-state, and bring enough spears, hurry!"
Ever since slaves and Nobles erged within the Logos civilization, rebellion had inevitably followed, hence this civilization had early on ford the concept of military and royal guards.
The servant hurriedly left King Yarlessto’s bedchamber, carrying the King’s orders to the guards everywhere.
A grand army was quickly organized. It was night, and thousands of torches burned in the darkness, illuminating the surroundings.
King Yarlessto, spear in hand, adhered to the ancient tribal customs left from the Sapo King era, as well as the Logos people’s present-day morals, signifying that the King must personally lead the troops, even charging at the forefront, and Yarlessto was no exception.
He turned back, looking at the dense crowd; among the army were Hunters who had once road the forests. Looking at them, King Yarlessto couldn’t help but recall his brother Dertulian.
Dertulian had been the most valiant Hunter in the Kingdom.
"If Dertulian were here..."
King Yarlessto muttered, yet before he could finish, he abruptly turned around, breaking off his thoughts.
Soon after, the entire army set out for the rebellious city-state.
.........
.........
The three Gods of the Celestial Kingdom were watching all of this.
Their gaze fell upon Dertulian and Antion.
As the huge Flying Dragon fiercely smashed into the ground, Dertulian seized the mont. His spear pierced through a gap in the Dragon Scales, and the great force that followed also threw Dertulian upwards.
Dertulian got up from the ground, and at this mont, the rebelling slaves rushed over. They bravely and fearlessly threw rocks and spears at the Giant Dragon Aus, which, due to Dertulian’s spear thrust deep into its flesh, let out an angry roar, its wings spread wide, creating a gust of fierce wind.
The slaves’ thrown stones and spears lost their direction in the fierce wind, scattering in all directions.
The Giant Dragon Aus rose from the ground, spreading its wings to take to the skies, but several slaves, taking advantage of the Logos people’s excellent physical abilities, leaped fiercely onto Aus’s thigh.
"Between the Dragon Scales!"
Dertulian yelled.
No sooner had he spoken, than the Giant Dragon Aus, sensing people had clambered onto it, flapped its wings, enduring the pain. Its throat pulsed up and down, moving its entire skeletal fra, as thousands of Dragon Scales montarily contracted.
"Roar!"
The angry roar of the Giant Dragon Aus burst forth in the sky, the Logos people on Aus suffered ruptured eardrums, bleeding, falling from the sky to their deaths, their bodies shattered, as the surrounding sturdy ancient trees were toppled by the roar, breaking with fierce fractures.
The slaves on the ground were suffering, too, clamping their pointed ears with their hands, barely holding on.
Dertulian watched the flying Giant Dragon, hands breaking out in cold sweat; this beast was incredibly formidable, far surpassing any he had encountered before.
Fate seed not to be on Dertulian’s side.
Suddenly, panicked shouts from the slaves ca from behind him.
"The King! The Royal Army! King Yarlessto has co!"
Dertulian felt a sudden chill throughout his body, and despair flashed through his heart.
"Damn it!"
Dertulian cursed as he picked up the spear from the ground, suppressing the tremble in his palm.
Shan’en saw the fear in Dertulian.
He admired how this person, despite being consud by fear, still maintained his feistiness and bravery, his eyes fixated on the Giant Dragon, looking for the next opportunity to attack.
anwhile, the Prophetic God Kagawus turned His gaze towards Antion, the young Priest.
Antion knelt on the ground, hands clasped, for he was a priest, and when calamity struck, one could only beg God for rcy.
The Priest recited the prayers over and over again with an extrely forceful and devout tone.
However... No matter how many tis he recited the prayers, he was still unable to stop the rampage of the Giant Dragon Aus.
Antion looked up in fear, gazing at the intimidating Giant Dragon.
"God, please, answer my prayers..."
Antion shouted in desperation, his fear reaching an intense peak as the Giant Dragon drew nearer.
At that mont, the Prophetic God Kagawus manifested His Divine Power.
Antion’s eyes widened, and in a trance, he saw the Giant Dragon charging towards him.
He suddenly stood up from the ground and fled to another place.
Shortly after, the Giant Dragon Aus collided with the spot where Antion had been standing, and the sound of collapsing buildings was incessant.
Antion gasped for air, incredulously recalling the sensation he had just experienced.
"Did I just... see the future? Is this... a miracle? A miracle?!"
"Antion."
Before the priest could co to his senses, Kagawus’ divine voice echoed in his ear.
Antion paused and asked:
"Who? Who? God? But... but... didn’t God leave us?"
Then, as if to answer his question, the divine voice once more reached his ear.
"I am the Prophetic God Kagawus, one of the Gods, just as our Father chose Prophet Al, I choose you to act on earth according to the will of the Gods."
Listening to this majestic proclamation, Antion remained frozen on the spot.
It appeared there was another God...
......
The army arrived at the rebellious city-state, and King Yarlessto indeed saw the Giant Dragon Aus, whose massive form was enough to instill fear in anyone.
King Yarlessto clenched his fists, tensed all the muscles in his body, and gritted his teeth.
He was once a Priest, with very few hunting experiences, and now he had to confront this terrifying Giant Dragon.
Thousands of eyes were upon the King, awaiting his move.
King Yarlessto repressed the fear in his heart; he was the King of the Logos people, and as per the ancient tribal customs and the morals of Logos, he was expected to lead his people in the charge.
The King grabbed the spear, its tip pointing towards the Giant Dragon Aus that nearly obscured the sky.
"My Lord above!"
King Yarlessto shouldered the burden that ca with being a king, with a spear in hand, he strode forward, and the troops erupted in a loud war cry, seeming to amplify their might while also praising the King’s bravery.
Leading the way, King Yarlessto charged towards the Giant Dragon with his n.
The Giant Dragon Aus swirled in midair as the Logos people threw sharp stones and spears with trendous force, though most were deflected by the sturdy Dragon Scales, and only a few spears managed to pierce the flesh beneath the scales.
Aus’ eyes were blood red, the pain caused by these Logos people enraged him beyond belief, his neck arched, his dragon mouth slightly ajar, and then intense heat spread from his throat.
Fire rained down from the skies, a deluge of flas, bringing a devastating inferno to the Logos people on the ground!
Reviews
All reviews (0)