bookbashuk Chapter 132 The Emperor Descends from the Sky
Chapter 132 The Emperor Descends from the Sky
Outside Hanxi City.
Old Jack, panting heavily, leaned against an ancient tree, the blood still wet on the short knife he gripped tightly in his hand.
Behind him were the wounded members of the cult, each one looking disheveled and exhausted.
"Shh...shh..."
The sound of branches being rustled came from all directions, unhurried and leisurely, with a playful, cat-and-mouse-like quality.
"Found you, you bunch of rats from the gutter." A voice echoed through the woods.
A middle-aged man dressed in magnificent dark green armor slowly walked out.
Behind him followed a well-organized army.
Gregory's gaze swept over Old Jack and the others, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"Run! Why did you stop running?"
Duke Gregory's voice was so gentle it was unsettling.
"This duke really enjoys watching his prey struggle for its life."
"From Hansi City to this forest, you performed quite well, truly, I, the Duke, thoroughly enjoyed it."
Old Jack's throat was dry. He stared intently at Gregory and hissed, "Gregory! The Prophet will not let you get away with this! The ideal of Great Harmony will surely..."
"What will it be?" Gregory interrupted him, spreading his hands dramatically.
"Extinction?"
"Your so-called prophet is probably having a major headache in Handong City right now, isn't he? Taking over a city?"
"Hahaha! Does he know how to manage? Does he understand the intricate connections between nobles? After I, the Duke, deal with you all, he'll be next!"
He stepped forward, the firelight flickering on his face, illuminating his sadistic eyes: "But before that, let's play a game."
He raised his hand, and the soldiers behind him raised their crossbows, the arrows aimed at Old Jack and the others.
"I, the Duke, will count to ten."
"You can keep running during this time."
"Those who managed to escape are lucky."
"If you can't escape, you'll become a hedgehog."
"How is it? Isn't it fair? This duke has always been very reasonable."
Gregory's smile grew wider and wider.
"one."
Old Jack felt a chill run through his body.
He knew it was pure mockery.
Surrounded by layers of enemies, the injured and exhausted had no way to escape.
"two."
A sense of despair welled up inside me.
Is this really the end?
"three."
Within the cult, a young girl couldn't help but sob.
"Four."
Gregory reveled in the thrill of controlling the lives and deaths of others, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
"five."
Old Jack gripped his knife tightly, ready to fight to the death.
At the very least, die like a warrior.
"six."
Just as Gregory was about to count to "seven"—
A vast, ocean-like aura descended from the sky without warning!
"Buzz—"
Gregory's smile froze on his face.
All the soldiers instinctively looked up.
A slender, tall figure slowly descended from the night sky.
The moonlight seemed to favor her, bathing her in a cool, silvery glow.
Her long, silver hair moved without wind, and her pointed ears revealed her elven identity.
Her face was exquisitely beautiful, yet expressionless. Her emerald eyes, like an eternally frozen pool, gazed indifferently down below.
She landed on a horizontal branch several meters off the ground, looking down from above.
"Elune... Elune?!" Gregory's face showed a look of astonishment.
"What are you doing here?! How dare you leave your Magic Forest and come to my territory all by yourself?"
He quickly recovered from his shock, and greed and evil thoughts rekindled in his eyes: "Very well... What a pleasant surprise. I, the Duke, have never tasted a King-level elf before, especially one of your noble status... It would be very interesting to capture you."
Elune did not speak.
Not even a single eyelash trembled.
She simply raised her right hand slightly, joined her index and middle fingers together, and made a downward sweeping motion in the air.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The earth trembled violently! Centered on the ground beneath her feet, countless incredibly thick ancient tree roots burst forth from the soil, growing, intertwining, and shaping wildly!
The deafening sounds of wood rubbing and growing filled the air. Before everyone's astonished eyes, a colossal object rose from the ground in just a few breaths!
That was a...thousand-meter-tall Thousand-Hand Guanyin statue!
It stands tall and upright, seemingly connecting the earth and the sky.
Guanyin's face is compassionate and serene, her eyes slightly lowered, looking down upon all living beings.
Most terrifyingly, thousands of arms stretched out behind it, covering almost the entire sky!
An unparalleled pressure, like a tangible tsunami, swept across the entire forest!
Gregory's greed and mockery were instantly replaced by boundless fear, and his pupils constricted.
"This aura..."
"Emperor-level?!"
"Impossible!! How could you possibly advance to the Emperor level?!"
"Throughout the entire Abundant Bloodline, there are only five Emperor-level experts! You...you..."
The troops behind him had already fallen into complete chaos.
The warhorse reared up with a neigh, throwing the rider off.
The soldiers' weapons clattered to the ground, and many of them collapsed to their knees, their legs giving way.
Under the gaze of that towering wooden Guanyin statue, they felt as insignificant as dust, unable to muster any thought of resistance.
"Lady Elune! We surrender! We surrender!!"
"Please! Spare us! Spare us!! It was all Gregory's fault! We've always longed for elven culture."
A noble officer broke down in tears and kowtowed desperately.
"Yes, yes, yes! We surrender!"
"Don't kill us!"
The cries of pleas filled the air.
Elune remained silent.
Her emerald eyes simply looked at Gregory calmly, as if she were looking at a noisy insect.
She gently pointed forward with her fingers together.
Behind the Thousand-Hand Guanyin, thousands of enormous wooden hands moved.
They appeared slow, but were actually as fast as lightning, carrying an immense power that could crush everything, as they descended upon Gregory's location!
"No—!!!" Gregory roared in despair, his survival instinct unleashing all his strength.
"Wood Magic - Thorn Fortress!!!"
He frantically drained all the magic power in his body, and even burned some of his life essence!
Countless thick thorns surged wildly from the ground, weaving together in front of him to form a thorn wall tens of meters thick and hundreds of meters high!
This is his strongest defense, which once blocked the attack of a peak King-level expert!
however.
Before the giant palm of Guanyin, formed from the power of an Emperor.
"Crack... Boom!!!"
The thorn wall, strong enough to withstand a thousand armies, couldn't even last a second. It was as fragile as paper, instantly turning into flying wood chips and magical debris!
Gregory's last glimpse was of the sky completely obscured by the shadow of the wooden palm.
"Am I going to die?"
"puff!"
The giant hand descended, and the earth undulated like waves.
Smoke and dust billowed into the sky, obscuring the moonlight.
As the dust slowly settles.
All that remained was a huge palm print, tens of meters deep.
At the center of the palm print, Duke Gregory, along with his magnificent armor, had become one with the earth, indistinguishable from it.
silence.
A deathly silence.
The only sounds were the night wind rustling through the treetops and the barely suppressed panic of some soldiers.
The Thousand-Handed Wooden Guanyin slowly dissipated, transforming into the purest natural magic and returning to heaven and earth.
The overwhelming sense of oppression also faded away.
Elune floated down from the branch, completely untouched by dust.
With a flick of her finger, the ground surged once more, and countless supple yet sturdy vines burst forth, precisely capturing all the Gregory family soldiers on the field.
Whether officers or soldiers, they were all tightly bound, their magic and mobility sealed off.
After doing all this, she finally turned her gaze to the stunned old Jack and the others.
Her voice was clear and melodious, yet carried an undeniable authority: "By order of the prophet Lynn, you are to meet us here. After clearing this place, come with me to Han Dong City to reunite."
Old Jack opened his mouth, looking at the noble and powerful Emperor-level elf before him, who was like a goddess of nature... An indescribable excitement and shock welled up in his heart.
The Prophet actually has an Emperor-level expert under his command?!
He suddenly knelt on one knee, his voice choked with emotion yet incredibly loud: "I obey Lady Elune's command! Thank you for saving my life, my lady! Thank you, Prophet!"
The sect members behind him also knelt down, many with tears in their eyes.
From despair to survival, from hopelessness to awe, this night's experience is destined to be unforgettable.
Elune nodded slightly and said no more.
She turned around and looked in the direction of Handong City, a hint of longing flashing in her emerald eyes.