Son of the Hero King

Chapter 569-571: Ceasfire

Chapter 569-571: Ceasfire

Once the feed and the screen in the sky vanished, silence seemed to fall everywhere. The video had long since been relayed in real time to most royal powers as there was no way they could ignore such an event.

The feelings after viewing this video were mixed but for many, all they could feel was one thing...Dread.

For the people who had lived long enough and for the many witches who were watching the video from Salem or other places in Lustburg, all they could do was open their mouths wide and wonder if they were having hallucinations.

After all, they could recognize and understand what the technique Sol used represented.

This was the power of Destruction or at the very least, something very close and similar to it, and in this world, at least up to now, there has been only two people who could use this magic.

Ymir, the Goddess of Destruction, and Kali, the Witch of Destruction.

Now though, it seemed like they would have to add a third one to this list, Sol the Destroyer of Worlds, or at least that was how he called himself. But no one could laugh at such a high-sounding name because they knew that while this may be a joke now, this could become reality later on. This fact alone was enough for many to shiver as they realized just how dangerous Lustburg was now.

The rangers had been enough to bring wariness in them but at the end of the day, those rangers were just barely equal to Dukes. There was no comparison to a King. But Sol Luxuria was different. Sol was a Blessed. Which means he could and would most likely become a King and might even become a Demigod.

The words impossibility held no meaning in front of the absurdness of what being a Blessed and a Dragon represented.

This also reminded them of something else.

“By the way...He is just a Duke...Right?”

Suddenly, many people started worrying, they were mainly the leaders of the different countries.

Sol Dragona Luxuria was just a Duke.

What may have sounded like nothing but a statement full of mockery at first, directed to the ruler of a Kingdom being nothing but a Duke was now one that was filled with dread.

Sol Luxuria was just a Duke. Worse, he was not even officially the ruler of his Kingdom. He was just the Crown Prince of Luxuria.

This would mean that absolutely none of the Limitation Treaty applied to him and he was free to roam on any battlefield in the future. He could attack with full impunity any Kingdom and as long as he did not go too far in his conquest and stopped at a certain limit, the Kingdoms would have to bow to him as they had no way of acting without moving their Kings.

It wasn’t just him.

Setsuna, Lilin, White Knight, Nuwa. While not all of them were seen fighting, they were undoubtedly all high or top tier Ranked Duke as of now.

—They were all only Dukes.

The dignitaries realized for the first time that Lustburg was in a very very weird position, it was as if they had all the steps necessary to become the bullies of the world.

This reminded them of another entity, a country that once lorded over the world like a sword of Damocles, ready to fall at any moment.

Gluttony Foss, the country under the order of the Mother of Thousand Monsters, Echidna.

The irony did not fail to land as the one who ended that tyranny with the sacrifice of their King and Queen was none other than Lustburg itself and now, the child of those two was the one who was about to cause problems to the entire world.

The leaders all started moving, all understanding that if they did not do something fast...Lustburg would become a true hegemony like it was one thousand years ago.

***

[Southern Pride.]

While most countries were worried about Sol War's potential and starting to act, the elves were having a different problem. Well, it was hard to call it a problem in the truest sense of the word. But the Queen of the elves, the ever-proud Satella Superbia, was having a headache of the highest magnitude.

“My Queen! 70% of the young elves fainted!”

“My Queen! The Dragon Emperor Cult...I mean, the Dragon Emperor club is protesting and asking why the Dragon Emperor was still not officially recognized as a tribe leader.”

“Your Majesty! The main plaza is completely occupied, the infirmaries are full and tension is high!”

“We are facing the greatest wet crisis ever! I nearly slipped on someone's juice while coming here!”

Many elves blushed at the last statements as while only the relatively young elves had completely fainted, it wasn’t as if the older one were spared some effect.”

“Jasmine! Stop acting like this in this situation.”

Satella covered her face while her friend, the Supreme Daughter, cackled with delight.

“What? I am only reporting the truth. To be honest, I was late because I had to change my robe. It was not in any appropriate state.”Fiind updated novels at novelhall.com

Her words were not explicit but everyone understood what she meant. After all, Jasmine was not truly as old as Satella.

Satella could only groan but there was nothing more she could say or do to indirectly berate everyone.

After all, even in her case, despite having dragon blood and having lived for so long, she had felt her face flush a little and her heartbeat accelerate when the video was shared with her.

She could only imagine what the others must have felt.

But the current situation was no joking matter. This video was no different from a weapon of mass destruction for the elves and their culture.

Even now, she was receiving reports about more than half of their guards at the border being all down after fainting or simply unable to fight.

It wasn’t as if they had never seen a dragon.

But such might and such display of power had been unheard of since time nearly one thousand years ago when they fought against the Dragon of the Conquerer King.

If back then, Siegfried had not slain it, they might have lost even more badly, and this act of killing a dragon King caused Siegfried to become quite criticized in the community even though he should have been revered as a hero.

Sitting beside Satella, Jasmine gave a weak smile, “I think we need to talk to that woman.”

“The Phoenix?”

“Yeah. Until now, it was still possible to argue and take our time. With the slow nature of the elves, we could have even pushed a decision for the future in ten years or so. But now...I won’t lie, I wouldn’t be surprised if they rioted and fought you to the death. This is how insane everyone is acting.” She added with a really worried expression.

For once she was not joking. The club or cult or whatever this phoenix was creating were already hardcore fanatics of the Dragon prince and now their faith would be enough to generate Faith coins if they were in a Territory.

This was how insane everyone was and as for the elves who had been staying neutral, well...She was 90% sure that the moist feeling in their crotch would make them sing a different song soon.

Satella felt like she was like a small child trying to stop the wind of destiny. “Do they not understand that it isn’t that I am against the dragon faith but that Sol is not just a Dragon? He is the Prince of... No, I should simply call him the King of Lustburg now. Do they want to allow humanity to control us?” She had the impression of being the only one who could see in a world of blinds.

“I am sure they understand. They might be young but they are not stupid. The problem is...” She did not finish her words but Satella lowered her face and sighed,

“They don’t care.”

“Indeed. In fact...I believe many of them would wish to be ruled by a True Dragon. You have seen his form, right?” Jasmine was very careful with her words to not hurt her friend.

Sol was in no way a normal Duke and his threats were in no way amusing jokes. The fact that he was partially dragon made those threats all the more frightening.

After all, Dragons were not exactly known for being kind, gentle, and cute.

All of Wratharis was silent. All of them were gazing at the imperial castle.

The riots had ceased and the chaos quieted down.

They were all waiting. All wondering what choice the so-called King would make.

History was moving inexorably and the decision he took now would be one that would be remembered for generations to come.

***

Standing on the balcony of the imperial castle, Lupus was gazing at the beautiful capital of Wratharis.

He could feel it. A kind of pressure of the like he had not felt even when he fought his brother and his mate.

It was ironic in a way. His goal had been to initiate a large-scale conquest similar to the one made by Jupiter Luxuria one thousand years prior and succeed where the man failed.

His dream had always been to be the center of the world. His ego could not accept any other reality.

He wished to live in a world where all eyes were riveted on him and awaited his verdict.

He was now living in such a world.

Just not in the way he initially expected to.

“You can laugh, you know.”

Sitting in the corner of the balcony with his staff against his shoulder and his head down as if he was resting was none other than Sun Wukong.

Lupus had called for Wukong and ordered him to stay in the castle and serve as a guard.

Lupus did not know how powerful Wukong was currently. But he had a faint inkling that this was the best solution to keep that man who messed up with his memory away for now.

Hearing him, Wukong raised his head with, light of curiosity dancing in his eyes,

“Why should I?”

“Don't you think it's pretty amusing? The Fall of a tyrant that is.”

Currently, the castle was 90% void of all occupants. They had all fled one after another and Lupus had been disinterested in keeping them any longer.

He looked around, “The Citizens hate me. The servants reject me. The world mocks me.”

Wukong seemed baffled, “The Citizens never liked you. They simply didn't really have a choice. The servants all feared you. You keep killing some of them for random mistakes. The world has no care for you. Only a few individuals outside of Wratharis will observe your situation. The Farmers are too busy thinking of the next Harvest. The smiths hit metals, the slaves serve and the nobles will work or dance.”

Wukong looked up, “The sun will still rise in the sky. The wind will still blow and the earth will still exist. You are not the center of the world, Lupus.”

“...”

Lupus closed his eyes. If this was him a few months ago, he would have exploded in rage at being slighted thus.

Now though, he realized that he could not even muster the interest in becoming angry.

The words of Sun Wukong were as blunt and straightforward as always. They were really hurtful. But it also served as a wake-up call in a way.

In the grand scheme of things, he was nothing.

Sadly it was a wake-up call that came too late.

“I have never understood the thirst for power some of you seem to have. But in your search for power, you all seem to forget. No matter how much you conquer. If you aren't a demigod, you will simply die as a mortal.”

Wukong shook his head and Lupus lamented.

Becoming a demigod was certainly a goal they were all striving for and as they were Blessed, it should have been far easier for all Blessed of the different countries to become Demigods.

If so, why then was it so complicated for them?

Lupus always thought that it was because ascending was simply that hard. But now he realized that he had been wrong.

The one who called himself a god had told him the bitter truth.

Gods were created by focusing on one concept. By becoming one with a concept that formed the law of reality one would become truly eternal as long as the universe existed.

Because of this, no two gods could thread on the same path and the more powerful individuals were on a path the harder it was for others to climb.

In a way, the law of the world were akin to a road that progressively became narrower thus limiting the number of carriages that could take it at the same time.

It was nearly impossible for Divine Beasts to even reach the level of False gods. For the simple reason that they were fully imbued with the power of the concept of the goddesses.

—These same rules applied to the Blessed.

Because of the existence of those demigods and all those Kings...All Blessed had nearly no possibility of becoming demigods themselves.

By threading on a road already existing they could advance faster than anyone else but the limits imposed on them were also clearer than anyone else.

“How ridiculous.”

He chortled as he remembered this truth. So shocked that his shock had turned into derision.

The only way for him to become a demigod would be to break all his foundations and thread a new path starting with the Duke level.

The King looked up, his eyes had never been so clear and the world had never seemed so bright.

“I have a new ambition, Wukong. For that, I need to survive. Will you help me?”

Wukong quietly observed the king, “For the first time, I find you to be somewhat interesting.”

Lupus laughed out loud and burned the image of Wratharis one last time in his eyes before turning around.

Whether this was the last time he watched the capital would be determined soon.