Taking a step into the entrance Lachlan felt a presence from behind him, he felt plentiful killing intent land on him as the number of eyes began to increase. Turning back Lachlan lifted up his arm, grabbing hold of a leg mid-air, the attacker looked to be a middle-aged elf.
Realising he was greatly outmatched in his own strength the elf retreated, Lachlan let go and relaxed a bit. From that one attack Lachlan was confident he didn't need to use much strength to deal with the attackers; but who knows how the future will play out, maybe they'll have a device similar to Drate which could cut him in half.
The elf was a pale white, his hair was blonde, its condition was long and luscious. He looked rather feeble, not the type to be a fighter but more of a talker instead. His clothes were dark green with some silver lining, his fingers were covered in rings.
The elf lifted his hand and pointed to Lachlan, he began shouting in a foreign tongue that Lachlan wasn't able to understand. Turning back to Drate he motioned for her to come over, he then pointed towards her neck before leaving his open palm in the air.
Drate sighed before taking off her necklace, handing it over she took a few steps back to watch the scene unfold. Unlike the elves which knew nothing of Lachlan's strength, she saw it firsthand that he possessed the power to put a crack in the dragon king's wall. If that wasn't the definition of strong, she doesn't know what is.
Lachlan took hold of the necklace before placing it around his neck. Turning back to the elf he gave a thumbs up. "Alright, I should be able to understand you now. So then, can you repeat yourself?"
The elf's hand shook as he shouted. "Soldier's appear!" His voice carried the will of his intent; granted, Lachlan knew what the will was because he could feel the elf continue to stare at him with a plethora of killing intent. However, he didn't know why the elf was so pissed off at him.
A couple dozen more elves appeared, they were all wearing heavy silver armour, covering their faces. In their hands were 2-metre-long spears, the blade itself at the end was 30cm long. It gave off a sheen as it showed off its engravings of gold.
"You filthy half-breed, your elven parent should have killed you the moment you were born in respect for their bloodline," The elven leader said with disdain in his voice. His gaze looked down on Lachlan like he was nothing more than a bug. "Fortunately, because your elven parent left you to live, you may die by my glorious hands instead."
Lachlan sighed as he scratched his head. So far along his journey in Aaron's world, he hadn't come across anyone he would deem as abnormal; rather, if everyone had the body of a human, he would genuinely believe them to be human, they were no different. However, this elf in front of him just spewed racism, his arrogant could probably be squeezed out of his pores it was just that thick.
"Oh no, whatever will I do, it's not like I just blocked your kick casually with only a fraction of my strength," Lachlan said quietly as he shook his hands in the air. "I beg for your forgiveness for being a half-breed, I would gladly fall by your spear."
Lachlan was completely bullshitting everything he said, it was almost made blatant with his tone of voice. Yet the elven man had a proud expression plastered across his face, his arms crossed as he snorted. "Good; however, I cannot taint my spear with the blood of a half-breed, you shall kill yourself with that broadsword of yours before handing it over."
Lachlan furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he thought he just heard one of the stupidest sentences he's heard in his entire life. 'Did this elf just ask me to kill myself with the broadsword, then personally hand it over to him while I'm dead. How stupid can this guy be?'
Lachlan felt as though he lost a few brain cells listening to the elf. He sighed, shrugged his shoulders and stared at the elf. "Eh, fuck it, no point in continuing this facade, I'm probably at risk of losing my brain cells if I continue listening to you."
"Huh, what are you talking abo-" The elf was interrupted when his expression turned to shock. Lachlan's body suddenly disappeared from its original spot, the stone that was beneath his feet cracked heavily. The broadsword in his hands was raised in the air, already swinging down, splitting the wind as it went.
Lachlan cut through the elven man life it was nothing, his body sliced in half from his torso collapsed on the ground. The elves around him gasped, but their legs were shaking from fear, they knew they could do nothing to beat Lachlan.
Lachlan, on the other hand, looked towards the elf's corpse and stood over it, looking down on it as he placed his broadsword by its upper body. "Oh no, look what happened, it seems my hand slipped, and I accidentally killed you instead. Whatever will I do?"
Lachlan had slowly grown more and more accustomed to killing; granted, he still felt slightly awkward when killing another human. But for those of other races, especially when they portrayed a strong sense of arrogance and pride; Lachlan didn't care too much with shutting them up forever.
Turning to the other elves in the surroundings he gave them a chilling smile. "So, do you want me to kill myself and offer you my broadsword, or are you going to leave the two of us alone. I know you don't want to avenge that elf, or more specifically, you can't avenge him."
The elves clenched their fists tightly, although their faces were covered Lachlan knew they were currently gritting their teeth angrily. Finally, they all made their move, they burst from their positions without hesitation once they've set their mind up for the deed. Their spears were thrust forward with great strength, creating a whistling sound as it pierced the wind.
Lachlan sighed. He had hoped his overwhelming display of strength would be a great deterrent against them. Unfortunately, he had been mistaken, it wasn't that they didn't care for their lives, it's more so that their lives would be forfeited should they return to the elven kingdom without their leader who was a high-ranking noble.
Grabbing firmly on his broadsword hilt he lifted it off the ground; twisting his body his sword roared through the air. The elves become momentarily hesitant, as the broadsword which split one of them in half was heading straight towards them.
Shouting loudly, they all thrust forward at the same time. Since Lachlan was in the middle of an attack, he surely couldn't be able to either dodge nor deflect all their attacks. Unfortunately, that's where they were gravely mistaken.
The wind suddenly changed, turning into a powerful gale that changed the trajectory of their spears. Their eyes widened in surprise when they felt a sudden piercing pain come from their sides; the other elves were just as surprised when they realised, they managed to hit something.
But when they finally managed to open their eyes due to the wind dying done, they realised they had all hit each other. Almost half of the soldiers were killed due to it while Lachlan stood their motionlessly, faking a yawn even before crossing his arms. His broadsword stuck in the ground, still in its original position as though it hadn't even moved.
The elves that were still breathing were shaking from anger as guilt engulfed their bodies. They couldn't believe it, that they themselves managed to screw up and kill each other due to a bit of wind. Granted, they had absolutely no idea that Lachlan was behind the wind.
Their eyes shook and sunken as they pulled their spears out of their comrades, watching their bodies slump to the ground before laying motionless. They looked towards Lachlan, their eyes looked like pits as though they had given up. Now, it didn't even matter if they returned after killing Lachlan, their kingdom has methods to find out who killed the soldiers and once they were found out, they would be publicly executed.
Being cornered and placed in such a situation they made the obvious call. Their legs began to move at lightning paces as they retreated; they weren't heading into the direction of their elven kingdom though, they were heading towards the horizon in hopes of finding a place they could hide.
Lachlan exhaled a deep breath before sheathing his broadsword. He was glad the final cut of elves made the right decision. He turned to Drate who had watched the whole thing unfold, even Lachlan's method at the end she saw clearly.
"What the hell was that? How were you able to control the wind like that?" Drate asked loudly. "How many trump cards do you possess? Do you control more elements? Can you teach me how to control more elements?"
Lachlan chuckled. "The point of a trump card is for it to remain hidden, not for me to go blabbering on about it in detail for you to know. And who knows, maybe I could teach you how to control more elements if you join me, you could even bring along your husband for all I care."
Also, Lachlan wasn't entirely joking about teaching Drate how to control elements. It wasn't as though there weren't other ways to control elements other than taming a beast that can. There are still the elemental stones, there's bound to be more of them in their world. All possessing a great deal of power.
"No can do, I have to stay in the demon continent with my family until I give birth to a successor." Drate shook her head. "Anyway, can you tell me why you possess such weird methods and tools. I don't remember my elders telling me about any race that can command such things, especially that stone that broke through the dragon's wall."
"Unfortunately I cannot." Lachlan shook his head firmly. He wouldn't be able to tell Drate anything about him unless she decided to join him. There was just too great of risk in letting such information slip, he would be putting the lives of those in the farms at risk. As well as those in the orphanage.
Drate's head dropped down disappointingly as she pouted. Lachlan sighed before going to remove the necklace, but just as he grabbed onto it, he heard a shout along with a wave of killing intent. His mind almost exploded from what he heard.
"How dare you half-breed miscreant harm a noble elf! You shall repay his life with your own, grovel a thousand times before stabbing yourself through the head with your broadsword! Only then, will be you have successfully paid for your crimes!"
Lachlan felt as though the number of brain cells were slowly decreasing by the second. Turning around he saw another elf, slightly tanner skin and long brunette hair. His physique was slightly bulkier, but still rather flimsy and weak, his body covered in a thin black robe. Behind him stood a few dozen elven soldiers, carrying long swords in their hands while being fully equipped in light iron armour.
Lachlan sighed before disappearing from his spot. Reappearing by the new elf his broadsword was unsheathed as it swung out long and furiously. Roaring through the wind as it sliced through soldier after soldier, swiftly making its way to the unprepared noble.
All of them were killed in mere seconds, Lachlan swiftly sprinted back to Drate and grabbed hold of her arm, dragging her down the stairs. "We have to hurry, I'm at risk of losing all my brain cells if they continue to pop up!"
A few moments after Lachlan and Drate hightailed it out of there another group of elves appeared. The one at the front looked no different to an orc, his body was 2 metres tall and packed with muscles. He had a bald head, sharp black eyes and was outfitted in a dark green cloak.
"Stop half-breed! You have to pay for your sins at the hands of the high elven noble!" The orc-like elf shouted while pointing to where Lachlan was.
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Lachlan and Drate made their way deeper underground, the felt as though darkness consumed them as the air was heavy. The walls abruptly lit up, almost blinding the two as they covered their eyes.
Looking through the gaps in their fingers they managed to finally see something worthwhile, a hall that stretched a couple of hundred metres. At the end, a golden-crusted door, embedded with precious jewels. Engraved into it was the body of the current dragon king. He looked to be a laughing and joyful state.
"Tsk, cocky bastard, probably knew someone would eventually make it this far so he left a little gift as well as a message. Probably saying that that's the last line of defence, give it your best shot, it won't do anything." Drate gritted her teeth angrily as her fists shook. "He got us, I don't even have to get close to understand that that door will be able to stop us. So much for my race's pathetic attempts to get back the crown."
Lachlan looked at the engraving as his eyebrows furrowed. He leaned over and lightly tapped Drate's shoulder; unfortunately for the king, unlike most which would have a hard time finding the entrance, to Lachlan it was a piece of cake.
The door was merely a wall, granted it's a heavily fortified wall with magic and reinforced materials, some of which Lachlan didn't know. If he were to compare it to the Dragon King's Wall, the thing in front of them would be much sturdier and stronger. And due to it looking like a door, one would assume it was unless the actual entrance was made obvious.
Drate looked at Lachlan with a saddened expression. "What, you're not going to use that stone of yours to break through again are you? You got to come up with a better joke than that, surely that device's energy supply has run out in that one attack, right?"
"Idiot, just follow me silently, we don't know if the king decided to rig the back entrance with traps," Lachlan explained as he held a figure to his mouth. "Remember, follow silently, maybe some traps are sound activated, who knows."
Drate shook her head. "No, there won't be, the king was quite confident in his previous defences that he decided to leave the treasury somewhat defenceless. We were going to make use of his arrogance and slip through the first couple of defences, who knew he would have such an impenetrable final defence. It's pointless to continue, but at least I managed to get some valuable information."
'Huh, the king's more arrogant than I thought, probably a good thing for me though.' Lachlan had to say, arrogance was the downfall of kings. Being too blind to one's weaknesses would usually lead one to their death; in the dragon king's instance however, it'll lead to all his treasures being taken out from under his nose.
"Alright, that's some great news, just follow me," Lachlan said as he grabbed onto Drate's arm and dragged her along. They walked closer and closer to the wall, the engraving was getting clear and clear, details which were unnoticeable from the end of the hall were coming into light. The scales, the veins, the hairs, everything was getting clearer.
Finally, once they reached the wall Lachlan turned to his right and placed his hand on the wall. And with a slight push, a rectangular bit in the wall that was by Lachlan's hand sunk it. At the same time, the wall began to shake, as though it was getting rid of dust as it hasn't been used in many years.
Finally, it opened up similar in a similar fashion to the automatic rolling doors on Earth. Revealing another hall, many times smaller than the one they just walked through but still roughly 20 metres. At the end, a rather shabby wooden door.
Lachlan walked up to it, dragging Drate right behind him who was currently experiencing the shock of her life. She didn't expect the dragon king's back passage to be done in such a way. From her understanding, the dragon king was quite arrogant and prideful in his defences, not someone that is cunning. However, when thinking about it, placing the real entrance right next to the fake one is certainly a sadistic move.
Reaching the shabby wooden door Lachlan reached out and opened it up, revealing a grand room, filled to the brim with treasures. However, Drate started hyperventilating when she saw the room, her eyes were darting across it, searching for something specific.
Dashing forward she began rummaging through the treasure, her mind was only filled with the purpose of finding their race's crown. This was the furthest any demon has ever been into the castle and if she were to be the one to bring back the crown, she'll be heavily rewarded.
Lachlan slightly chuckled at Drate's desperation to find the crown, as she got so intent on looking through the treasures in this room that she wouldn't expect there to be another door leading to another room just a few metres away from her.
Sighing Lachlan walked up to the door, tapping Drate on her shoulder as he brushed past, snapping her back into reality. When she noticed what Lachlan was walking to, she facepalmed herself in realisation before running up to him.
"The dragon king wouldn't place his greatest treasures amongst the more common things. No, he would place it separately, and not just place, he would showcase it," Lachlan said as they walked through the door.
The room was many times smaller in comparison to the one they were just in, in it were many pedestals crusted in gold, embedded with rare jewels. On top of them, treasures surrounded by a glass box, a light beaming down to reveal their splendour.
There were many treasures from every race here, Lachlan could see a multitude of crowns, one of which caused Drate to dash over. It wasn't as glorious looking as the others, but it certainly held a few powerful effects, some much greater than the other crowns.
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Name: Demon King's Crown
Description: An item made from the millions of souls killed by the first Demon King, the one who almost brought complete destruction and chaos into the world. The one who possesses the crown and is able to wear it will become the rightful heir to the throne. One must have the killing intent of the demon king, 200 strength to wield the demon king's strength, and be in possession of the demon king's sword to wield this crown and its powers.
Effect 1 (Passive): Double All Stats
Effect 2 (Passive): Ability to command all demons with an iron-clad fist
Effect 3 (Activate): When combined with the demon king's sword they're able to release an attack that'll cut down any defence
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It certainly had some effects that even Lachlan would want. However, it isn't an item for him to wear, as he didn't have nearly enough killing intent to compete with the demon king of all people. If they were to compete in strength, he was pretty confident, but not killing intent.
From his understanding from the time he chatted with Drate, a demon is born with naturally high killing intent. It's one of the few things that determine their future, as the stronger the killing intent, the better one would be able to passively suppress their enemies. The demon king is the one with the strong killing intent, one which completely dominates all others. If a human were to train and attempt to kill enough people to get to the same level of killing intent, that human would have to slaughter hundreds of millions, if not billions.
Drate was shaking from excitement, she ran up to it swiftly and lifted up the glass box, revealing the crown. Her eyes became watery, the crown was their race's way of identifying the demon king, without it, no one is able to successfully claim the throne. She reached out and grabbed it, taking it off the pedestal and holding it close to her heart.
The pedestal suddenly began to rumble and quake before sinking into the ground, the walls started to shake violently as it abruptly opened a few doors. Dragonkin started filling the sides of the room, they were equipped with golden armour filled with magical powers. All of it had engravings created from a red substance, Lachlan was unsure whether or not it was blood, he couldn't tell.
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"Well, well, well, I didn't expect to see the day where a half breed and a demon managed to make their way through our defences. Quite the unexpected surprise and I should be congratulating you but not just yet." A man walked through the passage, emerging from the shadows were his scales that lacked lustre due to their darkness. His tail swayed behind him, it was thin but rigged with sharp iron spikes. He stood 2 metres tall, his hands behind his back as he presented himself in a similar fashion to a scholar, gowned in something similar to a robe.
"What do you mean by that? Who are you exactly?" Drate asked as her hands shook. Similar to her, Lachlan was surprised by how powerful all these dragonkin were. Every single one of them possessed a strength similar to the dragon king, while the one that just entered that seemed to be the leader was stronger.
'Analyse'
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Name: Akira (Dragonkin)
Age: 43 (Adult)
Dragon Bonds: 1/1
STR: 225, AGI: 243, VIT: 100
INT: 52, PER: 49, WIL: 22
Weakness: Arrogant, Prideful, Sensitive Tail
Strengths: Skin Defence (Level 7), Arm Strength (Level 6), Leg Strength (Level 6), Maximum Speed (Level 4), Swimming Speed (Level 4), Heightened Senses, Language of the World
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The new arrival clasped his hands together. "Indeed I suppose you won't know of my existence since it has been so long since the last time the Dark Dragon King revealed himself."
"Dark Dragon King?" Drate said in a questioning tone as confusion filled her mind. Her elders mentioned nothing about another dragon king, especially one that wields far greater combat prowess than the current one.
"Indeed, while the Light Dragon King, my brother, leads our people a prosperous and joyful life, being the political head figure. The Dark Dragon King lurks in the shadows, eliminating any obstacles that might prevent that. And the main task is the keep the Light Dragon King on the right track, make sure he doesn't start getting a bit abusive with his powers. That's the duty of the Dark Dragon King," Akira explained with a bright but chilling smile.
"Now, I hope you don't mind but I'll be needing that crown back," Akira said as he stretched out his hand. The soldiers to the side readied their spears, all targeting Drate and leaving Lachlan alone. "Oh yes, and for you half breed, I would certainly like for you to hand over that treasure you used to tear down the wall."
Lachlan lightly chuckled and Akira raised an eyebrow. "You expect me to hand over my treasure? Are you dumb? Also, what's the say that I still can't use its powers to completely obliterate everyone in this room including you?"
"Well, considering the amount of strength it has, I would say you exhausted it by taking down the wall. Otherwise, you would have already used it. Am I correct by saying that?" Akira asked in an arrogant tone.
"I suppose you're right, here you go," Lachlan tossed over a high-grade gravity stone with a chilling smile. Akira took hold of it and looked at it closely, he smiled widely until he heard Lachlan say something. "Unfortunately, you're wrong, I just hadn't used it yet because I didn't feel like it."
Akira's knees immediately gave way to the gravity, the ground beneath him in a 2-metre radius sunk down from the pressure. Akira felt as though his organs were going to rip out of his own skin. His muscles stood no chance, neither did the bodies of those in a 2-metres radius.
Their bodies crushed into the ground, unable to move the slightest bit. Lachlan chuckled as he moved forward. "Now then, while you're out for the count I suppose I'll get rid of your little goonies."
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