YM778.TV Chapter 652 - Everything Is Ready
Chapter 652: Everything Is Ready
Translator: Noodletown Translations Editor: Noodletown Translations
In the language spoken on the Nora Continent, ‘Stan’ had the meaning of flying knights, and the Stan Kingdom could also be called the Nation of Knights.
On this continent, only the truly honorable warriors could have their own mounts.
Powerful mounts would increase the warrior’s combat strength by many folds. Also, the mounts that could fly would give a great boost to the warriors who were lower than level 7 and hadn’t mastered the ability to fly. It meant that these warriors could battle in the sky, which was a critical ability.
Therefore, flying knights, also known as Sky Knights, became another word for nobleness and prestige.
It was why this Nation of Knights was the dream place for warriors.
However, in the luxurious royal palace, the king of the nation who should be enjoying the highest position and the greatest luxuries was now anxiously waiting for something.
He seemed to be waiting for some news which had not arrived yet.
Suddenly, rapid footsteps came from outside the palace.
The old king looked up with panic and fear on his face.
Two rows of people walked in. The people on the left row all wore red robes while those on the right were dressed in radiant light armor. They followed a silver-haired young man dressed in a beautiful white robe that was embroidered with gold threads.
“I think you don’t have to wait anymore, Your Majesty.” The young man flicked imaginary dust from his snow-white robe and remained silent, but the priest beside him spoke and seemed to be passing the message for him.
“Why?” The red-robed priest looked regretful and said, “Why would someone as lofty as Your Majesty betray the glory of God?”
“Why are you here...?” The old king looked horrified.
“In the whole nation, Your Majesty probably is the only person who doesn’t know that the assassins who dared to assassinate Mr. Luther have been captured. They exposed everything under torture. Great Mage Merlin received heavy blows from Mr. Luther for working with assassins and committing treason, and it’s only a matter of time before we capture him,” one knight said with a sneer.
“The mortals should never try to test God’s power; it will only lead to your destruction.” The silver-haired man finally opened his mouth; he sounded as aloof as a lofty god.
...
At this moment, Mr. Fang was sitting before his computer and writing explanations for different terminologies.
[Cultivator: ...] Mr. Fang typed the definitions word by word, trying to include all the detailed information that he knew.
[The difference between artifact-making and alchemy: ...]
[Flying on swords: ...]
[The dragons in the world of the Legend of the Sword and Fairy: ...]
“Sir!” Someone called Mr. Fang, but the latter was so engrossed in his work that he didn’t notice it.
“What else...” Mr. Fang scratched his head, finding that his job as the shop owner was even more demanding than before. After all, his work should only be keeping an eye on the shop, right?
“Alas...” He regretted his offer of writing the knowledge post.
Of course, he knew that this work was necessary to promote communication between the new shop and the old shops.
...
Clearly, Mr. Fang didn’t notice the hustle and bustle outside the shop.
The public execution of the assassins in Grey Eagle City drew many people’s attention. Therefore, people gathered to watch around the execution ground.
Of course, the public execution wasn’t an order from the higher-ups. However, Luther thought the godly palace needed to repair its image and reputation among the nations.
He found it necessary. After all, the scandal caused by the war had almost passed, and no one dared to mention it anymore. Therefore, it seemed like the right time was now.
By executing some notorious people, they would strike fear and respect into people from all nations. The best candidates for the execution were naturally the assassins who had been audacious enough to enter the godly palaces and try to assassinate the priests.
Also, the execution would shock the assassins who disturbed his big plans.
They were only weak and lowly assassins. Luther had dealt with these stinky and detestable rats for many years and didn’t think that it was a daunting job.
He would make these assassins regret what they had done!
He was well-prepared for this public execution.
Other than the anti-air magic array, anti-mage array, and magic traps, they had another trump card.
The most secretive knight legion in the Judgment Godly Palace was classified as a ‘knight order’ but was actually the most ancient assassin group in this world!
Luther believed that if these damn lowly bugs saw these ancient assassins, their expressions would be fantastic to see.
By now, all the captured assassins had been brought to the execution platform.
“It’s you...! Mr. Luther.” Among the assassins, a middle-aged man covered in wounds looked up and smiled.
“You know me?” Luther said arrogantly.
“Of course. I remember how you yelled like a moron about those so-called barbaric natives before turning off the Spiritual Spell Visual Projection.”
Luther’s face froze.
“Hahahaha!” The assassin laughed wildly. “You guys called them ‘barbaric natives’ and invaded them with lofty excuses, but you were beaten senseless by these ‘barbaric natives’. What are you? I watched you at White Pigeon Square. You are shameless invaders! You’re dog sh*t!”
“Shut him up!” A staff hit this assassin’s face viciously, silencing him instantly. After a long while, he spat out a few bloody teeth.
With half of his face numb, this assassin still laughed and yelled, “Long live the Sunrise Empire! One day, all your despicable schemes will be exposed to everyone in the world!”
“Plug his mouth!” Luther yelled furiously.
Soon, a filthy rag was stuffed into his mouth with vicious force.
“Good!” Above the execution platform were the seats for the aristocrats of Grey Eagle City.
Luther sat in the most prominent seat in the center.
– Meanwhile, in the distant Stan Kingdom, the Nation of Knights –
Wearing prisoner uniforms and covered in wounds, many assassins were brought out onto the meadow inside the prison. Before them, a Spiritual Spell Visual Projection was taking shape.
Among them were two white-haired old men who were locked by strange black chains. They were core figures in the Elder Group of the Underground Council.
They were the assassins who had broken the godly spells and almost killed those lofty priests.
“Watch how your stupid peers die! Damn bugs!” a guard cussed viciously.