Book 12, The Descent of the Gods – Chapter 11 One Night
The remnants of the Sacred Isle began to tremble violently, as though there were thousands of enormous beasts beneath it that were shaking it. One enormous crack after another appeared in the Sacred Isle, and endless amounts of seawater poured in, covering the entire Sacred Isle.
The Radiant Temple, already collapsed, no longer had the protection of the ‘Glory of the Radiant Sovereign’. It was now no different from any ordinary building, and these massive vibrations caused the collapsed Radiant Temple to break down even more. On the remnants of the island, many enormous boulders were raining down from the skies, and the few remaining survivors of the Radiant Church fled in terror into the seas, hoping to avoid those countless boulders and prevent them from smashing down on them.
Forbidden-level magic – Heaven Collapses, Earth Shatters!
Linley stood in mid-air, with Bebe on his shoulders and Delia’s hand in his own. He stared from afar at the collapsing, distant Sacred Isle. Soon, the entire Sacred Isle disappeared into the ocean without a trace. Where the Sacred Isle had previously been, there was now nothing besides rolling waves and a few corpses that occasionally rose to the surface of the sea.
Linley quietly watched this scene.
Delia, conscientiously, didn’t make a sound. After a long time…
“Let’s go.” Linley let out a long sigh.
Holding Linley’s hand in her own, Delia smiled. “What are you thinking about?”
“The past.” Linley said.
“Boss, the past? Do you have some profound thoughts about the past?” Bebe smirked from his position on Linley’s shoulders.
Linley laughed, glancing at Bebe. “What sort of profound thoughts can I have? Enough, let’s go home!”
“Right. Go home!”
Delia and Bebe both felt their hearts tremble. Just then, the three of them had nearly died, but now, all of them were going home safely. This sort of sudden changes in fortune naturally had mentally affected them.
The ocean wind continued to blow. In mid-air, Linley, Delia, and Bebe flew at high speed towards the eastern horizon.
Staring into the boundless eastern skies, Linley suddenly felt as though he were staring at everything he had encountered during this part of his life.
“Father. Mother. The Radiant Church has finally been destroyed.” A hint of a smile appeared on Linley’s face.
“Father, do you still remember what you told me that year? The two greatest desires you had was for me to bring back the ancestral heirloom of our clan, the warblade ‘Slaughterer’…and for the clan to be restored to its former glory.”
“The warblade ‘Slaughterer’ is back now, and the Baruch Empire has been founded. Our Baruch clan is now one of the most powerful clans in the entire Yulan continent.”
“Grandpa Doehring, when I was young, I did everything for my father and for the goals of the clan. I took on the hopes of the clan onto myself. If I had been forced to rely on myself for everything, it would have been very hard to accomplish all these things. But because I had you, Grandpa Doehring…you changed my life. Training magic…the Straight Chisel School of sculpting…your help, your tutelage, allowed me to grow one step at a time. It was you who helped me this entire time.”
“When you died, I swore an oath to destroy and uproot the Radiant Church in its entirety. How many years has it been? I’ve never dared to forget that oath.”
“Grandpa Doehring, I feel so relaxed now. Truly. I feel relaxed in my heart. Right now, I’m holding hands with my beloved wife, and by my side is Bebe, who has braved life and death along my side. Grandpa Doehring, if you were still alive, you would definitely feel very happy for me.”
“No matter how much time passes, I, Linley, will forever remember your tutelage for me in my youth. Grandpa Doehring…thank you…”
Soaring above the seas and facing the east, Linley’s eyes were so very bright!
From his childhood years until now, Linley had always been carrying many burdens. His mind had always been under great pressure, but today, Linley was finally at ease!
He could finally live a carefree, happy, wonderful life!
The Holy Emperor Heidens, Lehman, and Fallen Leaf had all died in battle. The thirty-plus other Saints had all fallen as well. Even the Sacred Isle and the Radiant Temple had turned to rubble and disappeared within the vast sea. Although the Holy Union still had many Church members in it, without any Saints to serve as their foundation, the Radiant Church was destined to never be able to flourish again.
Because of the complete destruction of the Radiant Church, Linley and the others managing to escape with their lives from near-certain death, as well Linley finally being able to lay down his burdens, Linley felt extremely happy on this day. All of the Saints thus convened at Dragonblood Castle and had a jubilant celebratory feast.
This celebratory banquet was such a major affair that even the Emperor of the Baruch Empire, Cena Baruch, hurried over to attend.
“Big bro, I really was so worried…but fortunately, you made it back, big bro. Come, big bro, let me toast you.” Wharton’s emotions were very complicated right now.
“Come, cheers.” Linley immediately laughed and raised his cup.
“Wharton, where’s Desri and the others?”
As this banquet proceeded, Linley felt helplessness in his heart. “Wharton, Barker and his brothers, and the others…although they had fled during the battle at the Sacred Isle when that Belsize had appeared, I truly don’t blame them at all.”
Linley understood how Wharton, Barker, his brothers, and the others were currently feeling.
When Belsize had appeared, Linley had ordered them to flee. Desri, Tulily, and the others, including even Wharton, who had been Emperor for a while, knew that staying behind would have been a very foolish idea.
They had immediately fled.
Logically speaking, this was the right decision, and the decision that Delia and Bebe had made to stay was a decision that should have resulted in their meaningless deaths.
However, from an emotional standpoint, Desri, Wharton, and the others still felt a bit guilty.
Naturally, during this celebratory banquet, they worked hard to act cheerfully and worked hard to chat, laugh, and drink with Linley, wanting Linley to be happy. Actually, Linley hadn’t been angry at them at all. But Desri, Wharton, and the others themselves felt nervous inside.
“Cena, after this banquet concludes, go to the study. There’s something I need to discuss with you.” Linley said to Cena.
“Yes, Uncle.” Cena said respectfully.
Cena had grown into an elegant, refined looking man. It was hard to imagine that the massive Wharton would have a son like him. Cena, already twenty four years of age, had taken on the responsibilities of being Emperor years ago. Both in terms of personal ability as well as in Imperial management skills, Linley was very satisfied with Cena.
After the banquet concluded, it was late at night.
Dragonblood Castle. Within Linley’s personal, private study. Although Linley almost never used this study, someone would come here every single day to clean it. Naturally, it was very tidy. Today, Linley was making a rare visit to his study.
“I wonder why Uncle has asked me to come here?” Cena looked at the nearby, peaceful study, his heart filled with questions.
The study was shining with lamp light. Late at night, the lamp light was quite eye-catching.
Cena was currently the Emperor of the Baruch Empire, and he had an exalted status. But when Cena arrived at Dragonblood Castle, he didn’t dare to put on any ‘Imperial’ airs at all, because the many experts which Dragonblood Castle contained were all the most important, supportive pillars of the Baruch Empire.
Especially his uncle!
Linley was to the Baruch Empire what the War God was to the O’Brien Empire or the High Priest was to the Yulan Empire.
Empires could lack for Emperors, but they couldn’t lack for those three.
“Knock!” “Knock!” “Knock!” Cena, somewhat nervous, rapped on the door to the study. Ever since he was young, Cena had only seen Linley a few times. Towards Linley, Cena felt a combination of fear as well as worship.
Taking a deep breath, Cena pushed the door open. He immediately saw Linley seated before a reading table, currently flipping through a book.
“Oh, Cena. Come, sit.” Linley smiled in a very friendly manner, pointing to a nearby chair.
“Yes, Uncle.” Cena immediately shut the door, then sat down.
Linley looked at Cena. He couldn’t help but laugh. “Cena, it’s quite odd now that I think of it. Your father, when he was young, was a handful and a troublemaker, but you’ve always been very clever and well-behaved. In my opinion, you take after your mother, Nina, much more.” Linley rather liked Cena.
“Boys usually take after their mother.” Cena grinned as well.
“Good point. Taylor is quite a handful as well, and Delia herself was quite fierce when she was young.” Linley paused for a moment, then went straight to the main topic. “Cena, the reason I asked you to come was because I want to tell you something. You have to listen carefully.” Linley said with a laugh.
Cena immediately focused his attention.
“The High Priest of the Yulan Empire and the War God of the O’Brien Empire have spoken with me. Their two Empires, as well as our Baruch Empire, will join forces and together take over the entire Yulan continent. Our three Empires will split the world evenly!” Linley said very casually.
But Cena, listening, was utterly stunned.
As the Emperor of an Empire, this sort of news was simply too shocking to him.
“Uncle, this…this division of the world…” Cena didn’t quite dare to believe it. “Represents that we are going to destroy the Rohault Empire, the Rhine Empire, the great plains of the far east, the Dark Alliance, the Holy Union…this would take decades, if not centuries.”
Linley shook his head.
“Cena, during the banquet, you should have learned that just now, we went to destroy the Sacred Isle of the Radiant Church.” Linley said.
“Right.” Cena nodded, but then his eyes lit up. “Uncle, are you saying that…” Cena suddenly understood.
“It wasn’t just the headquarters of the Radiant Church. The headquarters of the Cult of Shadows should also have been destroyed over the course of the next day or two. Once the wars truly begin…think about it. If the enemy has no Saints, but we send Saints to do battle…will the wars take so long?”
Cena felt his throat turn dry and his back turn sweaty. His heart was shaking. “Uncle and the others are simply too terrifying. They directly annihilated all of the enemy’s Saints. There is now no way for them to fight back during this war.”
Even the Holy Emperor himself had died.
This meant that the Holy Union now had no leader. Once war descended upon them, most likely the Kingdoms and Duchies of the Holy Union would instantly surrender.
“I just wanted to give you a heads up.” Linley didn’t really care much about this battle.
After all, to him, size of territory and population ruled meant little. The most important thing was for him to walk further along the path of training and become a Deity as soon as possible.
Becoming a Deity represented a fundamental change in the level of one’s existence. It meant possessing a divine spark, a Godrealm, and also being able to draw upon the power of faith. It was a level of existence far beyond mortal ken.
“Uncle, the three sides shall split up the world, but how?” Cena asked. He rather cared about this.
“Oh, I almost forgot.” Linley chuckled. “This is how it will work. The territory of the Holy Union and the Eighteen Northern Duchies will belong to the O’Brien Empire. The Rhine Empire and the Dark Alliance will go to the Yulan Empire. As for the Rohault Empire and the great plains of the far east, they will belong to our Baruch Empire.”
Cena’s eyes instantly lit up.
The size of the Rohault Empire was essentially on par with the Baruch Empire. But more important than that was…the great plains of the far east!
The territory of the great plains of the far east was actually enormous in scope, approaching the massive O’Brien Empire in size. But because it was all grasslands, it had a small population despite being massive in size, causing it to only have three Kingdoms. However, those three Kingdoms were not to be trifled with. The three Kingdoms of the great plains of the far east had been able to fight on even footing with the Rohault Empire and Rhine Empire for many years. One could tell from this how strong they were.
After all, these people who spent their lives in the saddle of a horse naturally possessed an extremely martial culture.
“Alright, Cena. It’s getting late. You should go back and get some rest.” Linley said.
“Yes, Uncle.” Cena withdrew respectfully.
After Cena left, Linley turned his head to stare at the nearby chair. In the seat which Cena had just vacated, there was now a middle-aged man seated there. He was dressed in a long, loose robe, and had a lazy smile on his face. It was the Deity-level expert, the King of Killers…Cesar.
“Lord Cesar, your group is heading off to the Necropolis of the Gods tomorrow. Why have you come here tonight?” Linley couldn’t help but laugh as he asked this question.
Hearing Linley say this, Cesar couldn’t help but be startled, but then he pursed his lips helplessly. “Right. Tomorrow, we’re heading to the Necropolis of the Gods. Actually, I didn’t want to go to the Necropolis of the Gods this time, but those other guys are forcing me to go. Sheesh!”
“A person can be forced to go to the Necropolis of the Gods? Isn’t it only for those who are willing to go?” Linley frowned, confused.
“Enough of that. I’m pissed just thinking about it.”
Cesar stood up, walking forward to stand before Linley’s table, staring directly at Linley. “Linley, I’ve come today to entrust you with a task.”
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