It was clear that not all of the people in this room were aware of what was going to happen. Based on their expressions earlier, only around half were aware of the plan. Skybelle showed no rcy, her rage truly incensed.
She killed the Emperor, along with half of the people in the room, including one of the two kings under the Emperor.
Only then did she stop. "Anyone who leaves this room will be killed."
Leaving behind these words, she left, moving out of the throne room and looking for the Imperial Scholar. It did not take her long to find him where Skynder left him.
"You won?" He asked, clearly surprised.
"More like Skynder won, but he needs help. If we don't do sothing, he will die."
The Imperial Scholar's eyes narrowed. Skybelle helped him into the throne room, where he saw Skynder.
He took a step forward, but Skybelle stopped him.
"Skynder said to stay away. He used so sort of poison which created this outco." She explained.
The Imperial Scholar nodded, understanding that Skynder must have used the deprivation poison.
He looked around and saw the rank 2 Sword Master. He was still alive, but he could not move. Both of his arms had been crippled, and the countless bone fragnts caused blood to continuously flow out. The pain was imnse, and he could barely stand it.
The Imperial Scholar spoke. "Kill him."
Skybelle nodded. She took out her sword and threw it. It pierced the head of the rank 2 Sword Master, killing him instantly. At this mont, the battle was worth it. Killing a rank 4 Sword Master of an enemy Empire, as well as a rank 2 Sword Master of their main enemy Empire, was an incredible achievent.
The only issue was, the cost of losing Skynder was high, perhaps even higher than the worth of those two Sword Masters. But if Skynder could survive, he would return to the Empire a hero.
Even Sword Master Shang rarely accomplished the feat of killing a rank 2 Sword Master. It was not because it was difficult, but because there were extrely few in all of history, much less the current ti.
After enough ti passed, the Imperial Scholar rushed towards Skynder. By now, the deprivation poison had dispersed. He quickly examined him. It was not nearly as bad as it looked. The corrosion of his jaw had actually stopped any sort of future damage through bleeding or infection, and though it looked bad, the damage had already been done and would not worsen.
He quickly stopped the bleeding from the sword wound. Although he did not have any dicinal plants on him, applying pressure was enough for now. Finally, there was the injury to his eyes.
There was nothing that could be done. By the ti the deprivation poison had dispersed, his eyes had been destroyed. They had shrunken and withered, not even connected to his body even more.
After a mont, the Imperial Scholar could only sigh. However, he quickly gained so sort of determination.
"So what if you are blind. As long as your brain works, you can be the next Imperial Scholar. Forget fighting, forget the Serpent Master. Intelligence can make up for all of these losses."
After saying this, he fell silent for a mont.
"Western monks." He muttered.
He turned to Skybelle. "Let's go."
She nodded. They left the throne room, leaving the remaining officials behind.
As of this mont, the Natural Empire was no more. Without a Sword Master, they were worth nothing, and even their Emperor was dead. They were no threat, nor anything to care about any longer.
Skybelle carried Skynder, while the Imperial Scholar walked behind.
Skynder was currently unconscious.
They arrived at the carriages, and the Imperial Scholar began to use so dicinal herbs to heal Skynder. He also pulled out a few vials of dicine, which combined with the herbs and so bandages, quickly stopped any bleeding.
Skybelle thought that they would leave and head for the Faceless Empire, but the Imperial Scholar shook his head.
"You go, take all of the carriages with you. We, however, will not be returning for the ti being."
Skybelle was shocked. "Why not?"
The Imperial Scholar explained. "In the western area of the continent, there is a group of people known as the western monks. These people have proclaid to have achieved so sort of ability, where even without eyes, they can still see. This is Skynder's only hope."
Skybelle hesitated for a mont before nodding.
"We will leave separately and quietly. Let's hurry."
Skybelle helped the Imperial Scholar, finding a carriage from the Imperial Family of the Natural Empire, and wiping off any sign that it was anything besides a normal carriage. It was still as fast as one of the Imperial carriages from the Faceless Empire, but appeared to be ordinary.
Even the animals pulling it seed more ordinary than the animals pulling the Faceless Empire's carriage.
After packing all of the essentials onto the carriage, the Imperial Scholar said his goodbyes to Skybelle. Skybelle reciprocated, and said goodbye to the unconscious Skynder before leaving. It was necessary for them to split up, as the Ancient Empire surely had people around the Natural Empire.
Seeing the Faceless Empire's three carriages leave, they would believe that all three of them were leaving.
This left the Imperial Scholar, who dressed in commoner clothes, taking a carriage out of the Empire. It moved at a normal speed in order to avoid attracting attention.
Only when the Natural Empire's Imperial Capital was out of sight did they take off, moving extrely fast.
The Imperial Scholar spent most of his ti driving, and for a week, continued to take care of the unconscious Skynder.
Creating a true successor had beco his last obsession in life, and he would not be willing to die unless he succeeded.
After a week, Skynder woke up. He was extrely injured, but he was able to move. Naturally, the first thing he noticed was darkness, endless darkness.
Reviews
All reviews (0)