Chapter 627 An Instant
King Belmont's opponents knelt in the skies, bleeding profusely. Under the might of the king's violet flas, the Horus, Geb and Kami God Clan leaders stood no chance. They had attempted to use their number to overwhelm King Belmont, but in the end, they had failed.
However, this victory wasn't without a price. Although King Belmont's three opponents were likely too injured to continue fighting, King Belmont's stamina was just about gone as well. The problem with that was that there was a man he had yet to defeat… The King of the Aun Royal God Clan: King Aun.
"I must say, your flas are quite impressive." King Aun's fiery golden hair stood in sharp contrast to the Elvin Ingram family. Whereas their hair glowed and gave off a comfortable feeling, the hair of Aun's was more like the mane of a lion – domineering and oppressive.
King Belmont's rudintary domain cracked before falling apart. He stood with his hands trembling by his side, hardly able to stop his eyes from flickering between purple, red and blue.
He was very aware of the side effect brought about by forcibly combining his flas, but he had no choice. If he hadn't, victory would have been a pipe dream… Unfortunately, now even his red and blue flas would be nearly impossible to control.
King Aun could sense this very clearly. Before, he hadn't dared to approach King Belmont to pit their fires against each other, but now that he was fatigued, he had all the confidence in the world.
He wasn't stupid. No matter how overly arrogant he was, he would never think that his flas could truly match up to phoenix flas… The kinds of flas that could would be as rare as finding a phoenix itself, and they were an extinct race.
The golden flas of the Aun's had a proud origin, but if King Aun was honest with himself, even he as King did not know the truth from the falsehoods. All he knew for sure was that through the universes, golden flas were special, and should anyone ever find their true source, they would also find with it the sovereign path of flas… the doubtlessly most domineering path possible for the will.
King Aun walked forward. Such a blazing heat and light wafted from him that he was almost like a second sun. The sharp contrast between him and the depleted King Belmont was striking…
Suddenly he paused, "You must be worried about many things, no? As a king myself, I can understand the weight on your shoulders.
"Your subjects, your family's legacy, your wife, your sons, all of that must be causing a heavy toll on your mind." King Aun mused as though he was silently thinking all of this to himself.
King Belmont's breathing continuously deepened as he tried to quickly gain his bearings. However, his most potent problem was lack of stamina, and there just wasn't enough ti to correct that.
"I don't say this to belittle you, of course." King Aun continued, "I even feel a bit shaful sneak attacking a single planet with so many allies. I only say this so you can rest at ease in death. Although you won't be able to carry out your family's legacy, soone else will." A knowing smile spread across the King's lips.
Up until this point, King Belmont hadn't been truly listening. In fact, he was hoping the King Aun would continue to talk so that he could refine more celestial energy for himself in that ti. But, those last words caused him to pause and look up.
Seeing that he had finally caught King Belmont's attention, King Aun's smile widened, "Haven't you wondered why you haven't gotten any reports from your Holy Land? Haven't you wondered why your ancestors haven't co to support you in your ti of need? Haven't you wondered just what our goal is in all this ti?"
Each question was like a thunder bolt crashing through King Belmont's mind.
He had lost communication with the Belmont Holy Land. His ancestors hadn't awoken even in this ti of strife. And the very thing he thought his enemies were working toward this entire ti – the Epistemic Tower – isn't a goal that this attack would help them with at all!
With the intelligence of a celestial being, and their ability to quickly process things, King Belmont imdiately understood that the goal of this pointed attack wasn't to find a reasonable excuse to gather all of their allies. No. The more logical goal was that there was sothing this tournant provided that nothing else could…
When you coupled that with the lack of communication with the Belmont Holy Land… The fact he couldn't awaken his ancestors… The way it seed like from the very beginning, he was the most unprepared and foolhardy King in history… It all pointed toward a betrayal that his heart couldn't handle the thought of…
King Aun's laughter bood through the dark space, vibrating to the twinkling of the stars that played their backdrop.
"I have to say, your son is quite intelligent. He still has cards to play that very few of us know about. After all, the reason you couldn't call on your ancestors, is because they're under his control. How could we dare to treat him so lightly when he holds the key to the tombs of a family as ancient as yours?"
King Belmont's visage darkened. He couldn't believe that thoughts swimming through his head, but the facts were laid bare to him… How could he not accept them?
His son… His very own son… Had betrayed their family…
He couldn't help but chuckle bitterly to himself. This was the very son he had once arrogantly proclaid Dyon would have to prove himself better than… The very son he had placed so much of his pride in… The very son whose sole actions were about to lead to the ruin of his own father…
An instant later, King Belmont's vision was blinded by a ball of golden flas bearing down upon him…
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