Capítulo 117: Chapter 117: The Sands of Time Weigh Heavily Upon You
When the Thunder Kingdom is mentioned, aside from the negative impressions of the backward and brutal beastman civilization, the prominent figures that often come to mind are merely two.
The first is the legendary warrior and high priest, Sarliman, and the other is Cain, the first warrior known as the "Thunder Hammer." The king seems to have little presence in comparison.
Yet, to be recognized as the Great Chieftain by over sixty tribes, how could he be a simple man?
His name is "Hulk," endowed with exceptional physical prowess due to his tiger lineage, mastering various martial arts.
What sets Hulk apart from his fellow beastmen is not just his physical might but also his remarkable priestly talent, with his command of elemental magic second only to the high priest himself!
This is the so-called "dual cultivation of magic and martial arts"!
Though he harbors a somewhat excessive aggression, he is far from reckless or foolish; instead, he is inherently suspicious, continually striving to infiltrate the tribes with his confidants.
For High Priest Sarliman to fulfill the command of the God of Death, Terd, and gain complete control over the Thunder Kingdom, circumventing Hulk would be impossible!
However, eliminating him silently is a daunting task; any slip could lead his loyal followers to incite chaos, undermining the high priest's rule.
Recently, merely disposing of a few peripheral figures has made Hulk alert, increasing his vigilance and becoming paranoid.
Any further disturbance might plunge the Thunder Kingdom into a civil war!
"Difficult indeed..."
The high priest rubbed his pale green cheek, his movement suddenly pausing.
If it were the old cunning necromancer, what method would he employ at such a juncture?
The high priest's eyes gradually brightened.
"Although it's a rather sordid, underhanded tactic, I am, after all, carrying out the will of the God of Death. A slight moral compromise is justifiable!"
He opened his hand, and from his palm grew a plant resembling ivy, its color deepening to a vibrant, almost dripping green...
...
[The Fourteenth Year of the Divine Descent], November 8th.
In the port of Crosswind, ten aluminum-hulled warships were adjusting their formation, preparing to take turns patrolling the coastal bay.
The flagship among them was none other than the [Chardon IX], once one of the three famed ships of the Storm Kingdom!
This was undoubtedly a show of formidable strength to the other three nations.
Do you not wish to end up like Chardon IX? Then do not dare to defy the Divine Kingdom!
Having completed the handover of the patrol, Huyan Gui had returned to Peaceful Island by boat, ready to seek further guidance from his father, the old divine servant.
It was Huyan Longzhuo's turn to lead the patrol, but upon reaching the harbor, he was intercepted by his father-in-law, Nalan Huaz.
The latter, stroking his silver beard, winked and said, "Ah Xin is due to give birth any day now; you should stay by her side! This patrol, I'll take care of it for you."
Huyan Longzhuo felt a warmth in his heart, though his face was skeptical as he looked his father-in-law up and down: "Old man, you're aging; can you still handle it?"
"You uncouth fellow, never speaking kindly!"
Nalan Huaz laughed, scolding him while boarding the [Chardon IX] with his Green Dragon Crescent Blade in hand.
"Take good care of Ah Xin and my grandchild, boy or girl. I'll teach you respect for your elders when I return!"
Watching his back, Huyan Longzhuo felt an uneasy twitch in his eyelid, inexplicably shouting, "Old man! Don't die out there!"
Nalan Huaz just waved his hand without looking back.
Huyan Longzhuo waited on the shore for a while, watching the fleet set sail, then hurried back to his newly acquired marital home in Crosswind Port.
His wife, Nalan Xin, was nine months pregnant, and despite the help of maids, Huyan Longzhuo couldn't rest easy, rushing home with his eighteen-foot serpent spear.
Nalan Xin, with her large belly, lay on the bed, puzzled by her husband's return, "Why are you back? Don't give me another excuse about forgetting something; I'm fine, don't let it distract you from your duties."
"Ah, it's just that old man, your father, meddling, insisting on taking the patrol for me..."
Huyan Longzhuo tossed his weapon aside, grinning as he leaned close to his wife's belly, listening intently, murmuring, "I wonder if it's a boy or a girl?"
"Probably a boy."
Nalan Xin was delighted to have her husband by her side at this time, her eyes curving with joy as she said, "My sister's child wants to teach in a school, but father insists on continuing the family's martial tradition. He's set on our child learning martial arts, but if it's a girl, she might not be able to wield his precious blade!"
Hearing this, Huyan Longzhuo clicked his tongue, "What good martial arts can he teach? Whether boy or girl, learning the spear from me will surely make the old man gape in amazement in a few years..."
...
The next morning, the [Chardon IX] fleet had navigated to the southwestern sea.
Here, there was only one small port town belonging to the Silver Moon Kingdom, its buildings uniformly white, dazzling the eyes from afar as if they could reflect all the sunlight around.
Typically, the Divine Kingdom's fleet would not stop here as the port saw little traffic, offering nothing of particular interest.
But today was different.
"What are they doing..."
Nalan Huaz, standing at the ship's rail, shielding his eyes to look closer.
He noticed over a thousand people kneeling in the small plaza beside the port, their movements synchronized as they bowed, stood, raised their hands high, paused, and bowed again, as if performing some ritual.
Moments later, a ship, adorned in gold and splendor, emerged from the inner harbor, heading northwest.
Its destination seemed to be Peaceful Island!
"Something's off..."
Nalan Huaz's expression shifted; he immediately ordered the fleet to change course, intercepting the golden ship, arranging the ten aluminum-hulled warships in an arc to block its path.
He stepped forward to the bow of the flagship, shouting, "This path is blocked! Ahead lies Peaceful Island, under the Divine Kingdom's jurisdiction. Turn back!"
"Divine Kingdom..."
Soon, a middle-aged man in a light golden robe and a long crown stepped out of the cabin, accompanied by many guards in white, approaching the front of the deck.
Nalan Huaz focused intently on the man's face, but strangely, he couldn't make out his features clearly!
There was no obstruction, yet it felt as if something invisible was in the way...
"I do not believe there's anywhere in this world that can be called a Divine Kingdom."
Though the man's face was indiscernible, his voice, deep and resonant, conveyed some displeasure.
"Recently, there's talk of an alien civilization from the northwest, claiming divine protection.
Unluckily for them, I am known among my followers as the Avatar of the God of Light, and today, I wish to visit this island where the aliens dwell, to see what this god looks like.
Can you clear the way?"
The Avatar of the God of Light...
Nalan Huaz's heart tightened as he placed his Green Dragon Crescent Blade beside him.
"Apologies, I cannot yield!"
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