Bab 69: Burden Of A Lord
The tall and thin figure of Faceless Lord appeared out of thin air as the environment warped, standing as still as statue.
His haunting form remaining idle as the people took a good look at this curious monster, his overwhelmingly long arm ending without hands, same for his legs.
His semingly featureless visage, onto which the vague form of a mouth could be made out, appearing as though it was stuck while suffocating on the very flesh of his face.
Each of his ribs more than easy to make out and his chest remaining unmoving no matter how much time passed.
A monster unlike any other and perhaps, the most feared of the minister with his absurd teleportation, withering of crops and powerful domain.
He didn't show any outwardly reaction but instantly spoke up in the mind of his adversary once he appeared.
'I expected it to be you but hoped not, it is foolish to participate' he stated calmly.
The king didn't immediately respond, remaining impassive, his glorious silver crown atop his head.
He too wore an armor of silver adorned with gold, the gold forming the shape of a man carrying a brilliant sun effortlessly on the chestplate, representing the single man inspiring the king and his silver knights.
"If all is doomed to perish, then we shall be the first to do so, We all face adversities, be it the fire of madness or death itself, but, it is we, that will have the last laugh" the king recited something as he calmly unsheated a long, broad sword, which seemed a bit oversized for the man as he rested the blade on his shoulder.
Unlike the rest of gear, the sword was completely made out of a metal of a similar shine to gold, obviously, it wasn't actual gold.
Seeing the king wielding this sword brought some of the members of the audience out of the stupor of seeing the king enter the arena, recognising the blade he wielded so long ago, even then, those people hadn't been there to witness its usage, even the seniors.
The king was old and despite appearances, he was a powerful man individually, he wasn't from the original royal bloodline of Roderst, he had been but a vagabond without a proper name before he took the throne for himself.
Tearing it out of the cold hands of the former royals, most people forgot this fact for their lord wasn't in the least warmongering, had never conquered foreign territory and always focused on expanding their agricultural prowess.
He hadn't changed Roderst to fit him, it was the opposite rather, he had taken the name of Roderman, a single name without any last name, much like a peasant.
His majesty, King Roderman was a simple man with only one true calling, trying to follow the footsteps of the illustrous True Hero, legend that bypassed the barriers of worlds whose name was unknown.
Little was known, only that only he was the first and only true hero, that he wielded a mace and possessed a brilliant golden energy, which he used to overpower and easily banish the Defiler Of The Holy as well as any threat possible, until death itself came to put him to rest.
His glorious legacy remained however, capable of awakening the light in the hearts of the darkest of men, even if Roderman and the silver knights could only manage a pale imitation of his power, they would stand like he once did, so long ago, beyond the history of this and many other worlds.
Only the most legendary could hope to have even part of their legacies cross the boundaries of worlds and to have so much of his be as clear could only meant that he shone bright.
Faceless Lord didn't know anything of the first hero, he could only see the opponent before him for what he was.
'You are but a fool... But I suppose there is no bravery without recklessness, I will do you a favor, Roderman, King Of Roderst' the arena was suddenly shrouded in dark, tall trees arose and soon enough, the two of them found themselves in a forest, no signs of the people present.
'You are a man of great caliber, it would be a shame for you to lose your life in such a humiliating manner' inside of his domain, every single action from the minister was much more pressuring and threatening and the words spoken in the minds of the king seemed to a have a will of their own.
Wanting nothing but to tear his mind and soul apart.
'I see that you do not falter even then, let me be honest, I am Faceless Lord, Fifth Minister of her majesty, the Obsidian Queen but most importantly...' the king's very soul shuddered as he heard what the monster said after this.
'...If you truly yearn for the best, you'll walk away with your life and lead your country, now put your foolish bravery to rest'
With flick of his handless arm, he knocked the king out as he let his domain crumble apart, barely a few moments had gone by since the domain had been deployed, so seeing it fall apart made the people hopeful, until Roderman came flying out, falling on his back, his sword still grasped strongly.
Without saying or doing anything else after that, Faceless Lord warped away as silver knights quickly came to fetch their unconscious king, however, surprisingly enough, the king soon woke up by himself with just a nasty pain in his neck from receiving the hit head on.
His mind played the sequence of events that had happened, one wouldn't expect the lanky monster to be fast enough with his attacks to take a veteran knight by utter surprise and indeed, it hadn't so fast, everything had warped for a split second and then, the hit had already struck.
As though time and space itself had been changed for a moment, allowing this to happen.
"I suppose our best bet is to wait and see..." muttered Roderman to himself as the distinct taste of blood filled his mouth, he had a light cut on the inside of his mouth.
Status Power Mingguan
-- Peringkat
Power 
-- Power
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