Emperor's Reckoning
Chapter 1162 Revelation
The lifeless bodies of the guards lay strewn on the floor, their blood mingling with the regal red carpet. The blade, pulled out from Elandril's back, left a gruesome trail of blood that splurted from the wound. As the emperor crumpled to the ground, the grandeur of the throne room seemed to wither in the face of this unexpected tragedy.
The Devil Cultivator, adorned with twenty-four wings that exuded an otherworldly aura, stood over Elandril's fallen form. A cruel smirk played on the cultivator's face as he spoke, "You should have joined us, but you chose against us."
The weight of betrayal and impending doom hung heavy in the air as Eldora witnessed the fall of its emperor. The once-majestic throne room now bore witness to a scene of chaos and despair, the echoes of treachery reverberating through the heart of the elven empire.
Yala, fueled by a mix of grief and rage, unleashed a volley of arrows imbued with anti-mana towards the Devil Cultivator. The deadly projectiles whizzed through the air with deadly precision, seeking to pierce the heart of the traitor who had dared to assassinate her father. n/(OVelb1n
The Devil Cultivator, however, displayed an eerie calmness as he effortlessly caught the arrows mid-air. His smirk widened, a sinister glint in his eyes as if mocking Yala's futile attempts. Unfazed, Yala continued her relentless assault, firing arrow after arrow, each carrying the weight of her sorrow and determination. Yet, it seemed the Devil Cultivator reveled in the challenge, relishing the confrontation with the grief-stricken daughter of the fallen emperor.
Yala, fueled by a mix of grief and rage, unleashed a volley of arrows imbued with anti-mana towards the Devil Cultivator. The deadly projectiles whizzed through the air with deadly precision, seeking to pierce the heart of the traitor who had dared to assassinate her father.
The Devil Cultivator, however, displayed an eerie calmness as he effortlessly caught the arrows mid-air. His smirk widened, a sinister glint in his eyes as if mocking Yala's futile attempts. Unfazed, Yala continued her relentless assault, firing arrow after arrow, each carrying the weight of her sorrow and determination. Yet, it seemed the Devil Cultivator reveled in the challenge, relishing the confrontation with the grief-stricken daughter of the fallen emperor.
Yala, despite her agility and precision, found herself outmatched by the devilish foe. The Devil Cultivator laughed, a twisted sound that echoed through the throne room, creating an unsettling atmosphere. As Yala shot arrows in rapid succession, the Devil Cultivator effortlessly caught each one, taunting her with his supernatural prowess.
In a moment of desperation, Yala infused her next arrow with a surge of anti-mana, hoping to catch the Devil Cultivator off guard. The arrow sailed towards its target with increased velocity, but the Devil Cultivator, still unimpressed, caught it effortlessly. The malevolent grin on his face only widened, and he spoke with a chilling tone.
"Is this the best Eldora has to offer? Pitiful."
Yala gritted her teeth, her resolve unwavering. She knew she couldn't match the Devil Cultivator's strength head-on. Instead, she shifted her tactics, using her incredible speed and agility to create illusions, making it difficult for the Devil Cultivator to predict her attacks. The throne room became a battlefield of shadows and arrows as Yala danced around, hoping to find a weakness in her formidable opponent.
The Devil Cultivator's arrogant laughter echoed through the throne room as Yala continued her relentless assault, weaving through illusions and firing arrows with unparalleled precision. His overconfidence seemed justified, as none of Yala's efforts had managed to break his composure.
As Yala leaped and twirled, creating multiple illusions to confound her foe, the Devil Cultivator simply watched with a mocking grin. His twenty-four wings fluttered with an otherworldly grace, enhancing his ethereal presence. It was evident that he considered Yala's attempts futile, a mere dance before an unstoppable force.
With a burst of demonic energy, the Devil Cultivator lunged forward, closing the distance between them in an instant. Yala, quick on her feet, evaded his direct assault, but the Devil Cultivator's movements were like shadows dancing in tandem with her own. He effortlessly deflected her arrows and countered with strikes that forced Yala to retreat.
Despite her incredible skill and agility, Yala found herself at a disadvantage against the Devil Cultivator's overwhelming power. The throne room became a battlefield of speed and shadows, each movement and countermove executed with supernatural finesse.
"Your father was a fool to challenge the inevitable," the Devil Cultivator taunted, his voice carrying a haunting resonance. "Eldora's fate was sealed the moment it opened its doors to outsiders. Now, it crumbles under the weight of its own weakness."
Yala's determination only intensified in the face of his cruel words. She knew the gravity of the situation, not just for herself but for Eldora. The once-mighty empire now faced an existential threat, and the Devil Cultivator stood as a formidable obstacle in her path.
In a desperate maneuver, Yala unleashed a flurry of arrows imbued with anti-mana, hoping to exploit any vulnerability in her adversary. The Devil Cultivator, however, remained unfazed, deflecting each arrow with ease. The battle raged on, an intricate dance between a grieving daughter and a demonic force, with the fate of Eldora hanging in the balance.
Yala and the Devil Cultivator stopped and looked over toward the entrance of the Throne Room, and it was none other than Ithildir, alongside a few elders.
The tension in the Throne Room reached its peak as Yala's plea echoed through the space. "High Elders, please help me! We need to save Father!" Her desperate cry reverberated off the walls, carrying the weight of a daughter's fear for her father's life.
However, the response from Ithildir was far from what Yala expected. He appeared to dismiss her pleas with a cold gaze, diverting his attention to the Devil Cultivator. "I thought that you would have left by now and not play with some little girl."
The Devil Cultivator, irritated by Ithildir's comment, snapped back with a glare. "Watch your tongue, Ithildir. My goal is to kill the emperor and not to make you a new one."
As tensions escalated, Ithildir attempted to remind the Devil Cultivator of their deal, but the devilish figure dismissed it with a cold finality.
"The deal is completed," he declared. Just as he spoke those words, his wings swiftly flapped, catching an arrow mid-air that was aimed at Ithildir's head. The room turned to Yala, her eyes tearing up, holding a bow.
"You monsters...!" Yala's voice carried a mixture of grief and anger as she gritted her teeth, standing defiantly against the looming threat. The fate of Eldora hung in the balance, and the once-prominent figures in the room were now entangled in a web of betrayal and dark intentions.
Ithildir's face remained stern and unyielding as Yala confronted him with accusations. "The real monster is your father; he betrayed our ancestor's code of honor, our ancestor's legacy!" he asserted, justifying his actions with a sense of duty.
"He appointed you to become a high elder!" Yala countered, her frustration evident as she shot another arrow. This time, Ithildir effortlessly parried the projectile, displaying his formidable skills.
"And I will continue the duty," Ithildir stated, unapologetic in his commitment to his role. Yala, desperate for answers and justice, shot another arrow in disbelief.
"Even killing a child?!" Yala's voice quivered with a mix of sorrow and anger as she continued her futile attempts to pierce through Ithildir's defenses.
"That's nothing for what comes; call it a necessary sacrifice," Ithildir coldly replied, revealing a chilling indifference to the tragic events unfolding.
"Nothing will stand in my way!" proclaimed Ithildir as he advanced, his ambition unrestrained. "You can either join me under my rule or die," he declared, offering Yala a grim ultimatum. Yala, determined and defiant, tightened her grip on the bow, preparing for the impending conflict.
"I WILL STAND IN YOUR WAY!" a resounding voice boomed, interrupting the tension-filled moment. All eyes turned to find Elandril, who knelt with one foot and one closed eye. His bow, adorned with a crescendo of gems and a string made of pure Hell Prism, radiated a formidable aura. Ithildir and the Devil Cultivator exchanged surprised glances as an impending sense of danger filled the air.
"You're not dead?!" the Devil Cultivator flapped its wings, attempting to ascend, but before it could evade,
"You missed the core," Elandril released a powerful blast. The Throne Room shimmered, and a colossal surge of energy erupted like a laser, obliterating the ceiling and engulfing the room in blinding brilliance. The destructive force resembled a comet's launch, leaving those present awestruck and disoriented in the aftermath of the overwhelming attack.
As the dust settled and the remnants of destruction dissipated, the Throne Room revealed a scene of profound change. The once majestic hall lay in ruins, with debris scattered across the marble floor. However, amidst the aftermath, there was an eerie absence—Elandril and Yala were nowhere to be seen.
Chapter 1161: 1162 Revelation
The lifeless bodies of the guards lay strewn on the floor, their blood mingling with the regal red carpet. The blade, pulled out from Elandril's back, left a gruesome trail of blood that splurted from the wound. As the emperor crumpled to the ground, the grandeur of the throne room seemed to wither in the face of this unexpected tragedy.
The Devil Cultivator, adorned with twenty-four wings that exuded an otherworldly aura, stood over Elandril's fallen form. A cruel smirk played on the cultivator's face as he spoke, "You should have joined us, but you chose against us."
The weight of betrayal and impending doom hung heavy in the air as Eldora witnessed the fall of its emperor. The once-majestic throne room now bore witness to a scene of chaos and despair, the echoes of treachery reverberating through the heart of the elven empire.
Yala, fueled by a mix of grief and rage, unleashed a volley of arrows imbued with anti-mana towards the Devil Cultivator. The deadly projectiles whizzed through the air with deadly precision, seeking to pierce the heart of the traitor who had dared to assassinate her father. n/(OVelb1n
The Devil Cultivator, however, displayed an eerie calmness as he effortlessly caught the arrows mid-air. His smirk widened, a sinister glint in his eyes as if mocking Yala's futile attempts. Unfazed, Yala continued her relentless assault, firing arrow after arrow, each carrying the weight of her sorrow and determination. Yet, it seemed the Devil Cultivator reveled in the challenge, relishing the confrontation with the grief-stricken daughter of the fallen emperor.
Yala, fueled by a mix of grief and rage, unleashed a volley of arrows imbued with anti-mana towards the Devil Cultivator. The deadly projectiles whizzed through the air with deadly precision, seeking to pierce the heart of the traitor who had dared to assassinate her father.
The Devil Cultivator, however, displayed an eerie calmness as he effortlessly caught the arrows mid-air. His smirk widened, a sinister glint in his eyes as if mocking Yala's futile attempts. Unfazed, Yala continued her relentless assault, firing arrow after arrow, each carrying the weight of her sorrow and determination. Yet, it seemed the Devil Cultivator reveled in the challenge, relishing the confrontation with the grief-stricken daughter of the fallen emperor.
Yala, despite her agility and precision, found herself outmatched by the devilish foe. The Devil Cultivator laughed, a twisted sound that echoed through the throne room, creating an unsettling atmosphere. As Yala shot arrows in rapid succession, the Devil Cultivator effortlessly caught each one, taunting her with his supernatural prowess.
In a moment of desperation, Yala infused her next arrow with a surge of anti-mana, hoping to catch the Devil Cultivator off guard. The arrow sailed towards its target with increased velocity, but the Devil Cultivator, still unimpressed, caught it effortlessly. The malevolent grin on his face only widened, and he spoke with a chilling tone.
"Is this the best Eldora has to offer? Pitiful."
Yala gritted her teeth, her resolve unwavering. She knew she couldn't match the Devil Cultivator's strength head-on. Instead, she shifted her tactics, using her incredible speed and agility to create illusions, making it difficult for the Devil Cultivator to predict her attacks. The throne room became a battlefield of shadows and arrows as Yala danced around, hoping to find a weakness in her formidable opponent.
The Devil Cultivator's arrogant laughter echoed through the throne room as Yala continued her relentless assault, weaving through illusions and firing arrows with unparalleled precision. His overconfidence seemed justified, as none of Yala's efforts had managed to break his composure.
As Yala leaped and twirled, creating multiple illusions to confound her foe, the Devil Cultivator simply watched with a mocking grin. His twenty-four wings fluttered with an otherworldly grace, enhancing his ethereal presence. It was evident that he considered Yala's attempts futile, a mere dance before an unstoppable force.
With a burst of demonic energy, the Devil Cultivator lunged forward, closing the distance between them in an instant. Yala, quick on her feet, evaded his direct assault, but the Devil Cultivator's movements were like shadows dancing in tandem with her own. He effortlessly deflected her arrows and countered with strikes that forced Yala to retreat.
Despite her incredible skill and agility, Yala found herself at a disadvantage against the Devil Cultivator's overwhelming power. The throne room became a battlefield of speed and shadows, each movement and countermove executed with supernatural finesse.
"Your father was a fool to challenge the inevitable," the Devil Cultivator taunted, his voice carrying a haunting resonance. "Eldora's fate was sealed the moment it opened its doors to outsiders. Now, it crumbles under the weight of its own weakness."
Yala's determination only intensified in the face of his cruel words. She knew the gravity of the situation, not just for herself but for Eldora. The once-mighty empire now faced an existential threat, and the Devil Cultivator stood as a formidable obstacle in her path.
In a desperate maneuver, Yala unleashed a flurry of arrows imbued with anti-mana, hoping to exploit any vulnerability in her adversary. The Devil Cultivator, however, remained unfazed, deflecting each arrow with ease. The battle raged on, an intricate dance between a grieving daughter and a demonic force, with the fate of Eldora hanging in the balance.
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"That's enough, princess..."The tension in the Throne Room reached its peak as Yala's plea echoed through the space. "High Elders, please help me! We need to save Father!" Her desperate cry reverberated off the walls, carrying the weight of a daughter's fear for her father's life.
However, the response from Ithildir was far from what Yala expected. He appeared to dismiss her pleas with a cold gaze, diverting his attention to the Devil Cultivator. "I thought that you would have left by now and not play with some little girl."
The Devil Cultivator, irritated by Ithildir's comment, snapped back with a glare. "Watch your tongue, Ithildir. My goal is to kill the emperor and not to make you a new one."
As tensions escalated, Ithildir attempted to remind the Devil Cultivator of their deal, but the devilish figure dismissed it with a cold finality.
"The deal is completed," he declared. Just as he spoke those words, his wings swiftly flapped, catching an arrow mid-air that was aimed at Ithildir's head. The room turned to Yala, her eyes tearing up, holding a bow.
"You monsters...!" Yala's voice carried a mixture of grief and anger as she gritted her teeth, standing defiantly against the looming threat. The fate of Eldora hung in the balance, and the once-prominent figures in the room were now entangled in a web of betrayal and dark intentions.
Ithildir's face remained stern and unyielding as Yala confronted him with accusations. "The real monster is your father; he betrayed our ancestor's code of honor, our ancestor's legacy!" he asserted, justifying his actions with a sense of duty.
"He appointed you to become a high elder!" Yala countered, her frustration evident as she shot another arrow. This time, Ithildir effortlessly parried the projectile, displaying his formidable skills.
"And I will continue the duty," Ithildir stated, unapologetic in his commitment to his role. Yala, desperate for answers and justice, shot another arrow in disbelief.
"Even killing a child?!" Yala's voice quivered with a mix of sorrow and anger as she continued her futile attempts to pierce through Ithildir's defenses.
"That's nothing for what comes; call it a necessary sacrifice," Ithildir coldly replied, revealing a chilling indifference to the tragic events unfolding.
"Nothing will stand in my way!" proclaimed Ithildir as he advanced, his ambition unrestrained. "You can either join me under my rule or die," he declared, offering Yala a grim ultimatum. Yala, determined and defiant, tightened her grip on the bow, preparing for the impending conflict.
"I WILL STAND IN YOUR WAY!" a resounding voice boomed, interrupting the tension-filled moment. All eyes turned to find Elandril, who knelt with one foot and one closed eye. His bow, adorned with a crescendo of gems and a string made of pure Hell Prism, radiated a formidable aura. Ithildir and the Devil Cultivator exchanged surprised glances as an impending sense of danger filled the air.
"You're not dead?!" the Devil Cultivator flapped its wings, attempting to ascend, but before it could evade,
"You missed the core," Elandril released a powerful blast. The Throne Room shimmered, and a colossal surge of energy erupted like a laser, obliterating the ceiling and engulfing the room in blinding brilliance. The destructive force resembled a comet's launch, leaving those present awestruck and disoriented in the aftermath of the overwhelming attack.
As the dust settled and the remnants of destruction dissipated, the Throne Room revealed a scene of profound change. The once majestic hall lay in ruins, with debris scattered across the marble floor. However, amidst the aftermath, there was an eerie absence—Elandril and Yala were nowhere to be seen.
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