CHAPTER 797: 624 I’LL GIVE YOU A SAYING!

"————"

At the end of a world where even the sound had disappeared, everyone was in a trance.

The Star storm that eroded the surface world was blowing fiercely.

The flood of light enveloping the sky was spreading.

The Light of the Celestial Pillar, a beam tethering the stars, shot straight into the sky with neither top nor bottom visible, like a towering light spear stabbed into the heart of the stars, illuminating all.

Looking up at the towering light tower that reached into the clouds, everyone lost not only their words but also their souls.

Shock...

Astonishment...

Fear...

Horror...

Such emotions filled everyone’s hearts and minds consecutively, rendering each of them utterly stunned.

Among these people were even those who had always remained composed.

For example, Flon.

For example, Felas.

Neither Yuri nor Yuloli were spared; they too looked up at the world’s end, at the towering star tower, completely shocked.

"Impossible...!"

"Impossible...!!"

"Impossible...!!!"

Such inner voices appeared in countless people’s hearts.

In any case, Hemulinp had now completely lost his composure, feeling that the sword of power in his hand had become exceedingly fragile, nearly like junk.

Initially, staying within the palace enveloped by the Light of the Celestial Pillar, wielding the sword of power, Hemulinp felt omnipotent, mighty, disdainful of everything.

But now, compared to this edge of the world, Hemulinp suddenly felt that his absolute domain, the palace, seemed very trivial and could not compare with this world at all.

He, was no longer the master here.

The master here had changed.

That man slowly detached from the ground, turning his back to the tower that shot directly into the sky, floating slowly upwards.

That man elevated himself higher than anyone else, looking down on Hemulinp and others as if a god despising the world.

The light tower behind him seemed to become his weapon; as soon as he raised his hand, the tower would transform into a "gun" held in his hands.

And anything aimed at by the "gun", whatever it was, would meet its end.

"Honestly, I don’t really want to draw this ’gun’ out," said Reiger, his voice echoing, reaching everyone’s ears.

"This ’gun’ is not meant to target humans, nor is it meant to target any lifeforms on the ground."

"This ’gun’ targets the enemies of the world."

"This ’gun’ pierces through the embodiment of doomsday."

"It is a holy spear meant to save humanity, the world, and the fate of the stars."

"Once this ’gun’ is drawn, its world’s end will also arrive, and the end will follow."

These words sounded so cold, so ruthless.

"Unfortunately, the one who entrusted this ’gun’ to me is not some savior, but rather a witch planning to destroy everything."

"Since that’s the case, I don’t care anymore, I’ll use it however I want."

"But really, do you want me to draw this ’gun’?"

Hearing this, at that moment, whether they were high-status kings or powerful Sword Saints, a deep fear arose from within.

Their instincts were screaming.

Their lives were trembling.

It was as if another self was madly shouting in their ears, urging them to stop the youth from drawing the ’gun’, all tightly clenching their involuntarily trembling hands.

Intuition told them, if they could not stop this, it would be over.

When the ’gun’ was drawn, all things would come to an end.

This was the only outcome, the only consequence.

"No... No..."

Suddenly, knights and court magicians alike shook their heads in utter terror.

They were brave and valiant Kingdom Warriors.

They were individuals who had sworn to dedicate everything to the kingdom.

Logically, they shouldn’t be so uncomposed, so fearful, so out of character, but at this edge of the world, their primal instincts as living beings were stimulated to the utmost, forcing them to show their most vulnerable, most genuine sides, and in the storm that engulfed the world, they seemed on the verge of dissolution.

Even Flon and Felas were stunned and speechless for a while, just gazing at the star tower, the Light of the Celestial Pillar, as if they were looking at the most mysterious and greatest existence in the world, unable to snap back to reality for a long time.

In such circumstances, Reiger slowly raised his hand.

With this action, the ’tower’ began to transform into a ’gun’, rising while letting rays of light swirl around.

"Boom... Boom... Boom..."

The world immediately seemed to become unstable.

Facing this scene, Hemulinp finally couldn’t hold on any longer.

"Wait, wait!"

His Majesty the King, holding the sword of power, stood in the middle of the storm, issuing a heartfelt cry toward the high-standing youth.

"I’ll give you an explanation!"

Upon these words, the transformation at the edge of the world suddenly ceased.

Reiger also narrowed his eyes, suddenly smiling while slowly lowering his raised hand.

"————"

In that instant, all the anomalies disappeared.

The Star Anchors that had bound the world’s surface vanished into thin air.

The storm that had engulfed the world, gradually depriving life of its sanctuary, also disappeared.

With the Star Anchor removed, the end of the world that had appeared began to slowly fade, reminiscent of a color-fading mirage, releasing the space between the kings bit by bit.

Everyone returned to their original places, watching the restored space between the kings, with expressions of unsettled shock.

"Huff... huff... huff..."

Someone was breathing heavily.

"Just now..."

Someone was looking around in a panicked manner, doubting whether what had just transpired had been a dream.

"...An illusion?"

Someone else felt as though they had witnessed a fictional spectacle, doubting the reality of everything they had just seen.

Even Hemulinp heavily sat back on the throne that had reappeared behind him at some unknown point, breathing hard and sweating profusely.

"Reiger!"

Yuri left Felas and ran towards Reiger.

Reiger stood there as if he had never left his spot from the beginning to the end, not once levitating, with Yuloli beside him tilting her head in disbelief, maintaining a calm demeanor.

Flon and Felas exchanged glances, then both turned their attention to Reiger.

As for the others, they no longer cared about their injuries or the mentalities they had long cultivated; like the most ordinary of commoners, they looked around in panic and exchanged glances.

This scene lasted for a long, long time.

Until a moment arrived when a voice, sounding both divine and demonic to all who heard, finally spoke.

"Speak,"

Reiger’s gaze piercingly targeted Hemulinp on the throne, his expression distinctly cold.

"Why did you confine Liz?"

Upon hearing this, Hemulinp snapped back to his senses, only to fall into a prolonged silence.

His gaze towards Reiger was fraught with indecision.

Recalling everything that had just happened, he involuntarily felt fear.

He struggled, hesitated, and floundered, uncertain whether he felt resentment.

Watching such a Hemulinp, Rom, who could hardly move due to severe injuries, need not mention his state; even Flon and Felas lost their ability to speak, no longer able to make a sound.

The situation had clearly exceeded their control.

While they were emotionally stirred by everything Reiger had just displayed, they also felt that they could no longer interject here, thus they too lapsed into silence.

Suddenly, the vast space between kings was filled only with the increasing noise of the injured knights and court magicians, becoming chaotically loud.

Finally, Hemulinp seemed to give up resignedly.

"Everyone, leave,"

He appeared weary as he waved his hand to all those present.

Seeing this, everyone exchanged looks again, yet no one objected or retorted; instead, they quickened their steps in a dejected and embarrassed manner, dragging their injured bodies out of the king’s space.

"Lord Borlay and Lord Akremis, you may leave as well,"

Hemulinp said to Flon and Felas with a sigh.

"Yes."

Flon and Felas paused, then accepted the command together, bowing to Hemulinp as they exited the king’s space.

Before leaving, they both glanced at Reiger once more, as if trying to etch his features into their memories, then they both exited the place.

Before long, only five people remained in the large king’s space.

Reiger, Yuri, and Yuloli.

Hemulinp and Rom.

"Your Majesty..."

Under Felas’s healing magic, Rom seemed to have regained some mobility; while his abdominal wound had not fully healed, it no longer bled, allowing him to clutch his stomach, his face pale, as he returned to Hemulinp’s side.

"Are you alright?"

Hemulinp asked Rom tentatively, receiving a head shake in return.

"Nothing serious."

Rom glanced at Reiger and Yuloli, then quickly averted his eyes as if he had touched an electric wire.

Clearly, he too was frightened by the power displayed by Reiger and Yuloli.

"That’s good."

Seeing that his most loyal aide was not seriously harmed was a relief that made Hemulinp’s complexion slightly better.

Watching such a Hemulinp, Yuri suddenly felt him a bit pitiful.

Certainly, this King must not have expected to fall so hard here today.

Reiger, however, felt no sympathy for Hemulinp’s pitiable condition; he just looked at him, quietly waiting for him to explain himself.

Hemulinp shifted his gaze, meeting Reiger’s eyes.

After a moment, Hemulinp sighed deeply, his expression growing even more despondent.

Then...

"Liz is not my daughter,"

Hemulinp said despondently, changing the expressions of everyone present.

"What?"

Reiger and Yuri were shocked, their composure completely disappearing.