bookpub Chapter 182 'He is really the Descendant of the Son of Fire and Anvil”
Chapter 182 'He is really the Descendant of the Son of Fire and Anvil”
Chapter 182 “He is really the Descendant of the Son of Fire and Anvil”
Henry emerged from the black mist, his eyes blazing with purple fire, a strange dark-red Great Sword in his hands - "That's enough" - he shouted, his voice resonating with authority. Caelum glowed, demanding obedience.
The dwarves' eyes widened in disbelief. Yngvi's face twisted in anger and confusion as he saw Henry, seemingly unscathed, standing tall with a royal aura around him. His eyes landed on Caelum, and at that moment, the war hammer in his hands seemed to tremble. The lightning snakes that previously raged around it now seemed like coy earthworms, afraid to hiss in front of the sword.
Henry held Caelum and looked at the dwarves, his eyes glowing as he tried to decide what to do with them. The air around him crackled with unspoken tension, making Yngvi subconsciously take a step back. The sword seemed to be familiar, but he couldn't recall from where. Furthermore, the spirit of the war hammer in his hands were warning him of something, instilling him with an irrational fear.
"Don't worry, I will make them pay for the disrespect" - Henry muttered, trying to convey his thoughts to the sword that seemed to have a spirit of its own. This spirit seemed extremely furious, like a king wishing to punish those who dared to stage a coup. He still had no control over summoning Caelum, the Sword of the First King and the symbol of the Myth-seeker Lineage known as Solarius, responsible for fighting the Myths beyond the Frozen Forest. It only manifested because of the danger that was about to strike him, easily dissipating the thunder created by the hammer.
At that moment of realization, Yngvi dropped to his knee and let go of his hammer, which lost its silvery lightning as if done serving its purpose, his nose touching the cold ground beneath his feet. He didn't even dare to raise his weapon again. He had attacked the descendant of someone who was more like a god to the village. He deserved death.
The others looked at Yngvi without understanding his reason for kneeling. They expected him to protect them, and seeing that they were not going to be protected, they were ready to defend themselves. However, before they could act, Yngvi's voice resounded. "KNEEL, RIGHT NOW!"
"Damn ye, old man!" Mani shouted. "I won't die here! I still have lots of ale stored in me house!" She took her hammer and jumped to face the dragon, while the others watched her, unsure of what to do. However, they all dropped their weapons and knelt when Mani's painful screams echoed as she was swallowed by the dragon's mouth, her burnt body falling right near them, the hairs on her whole body burnt as she breathed with difficulty.
At the sight of her hairless body, they all decided to kneel. As they knelt, the purple dragon stopped its descent and looked at them as if deciding whether to kill them or not.
"ENOUGH!" Henry shouted between tired pants, his vision almost darkening as if he was about to pass out, his Mana drained. The purple dragon turned to look at him, before returning to the sword, becoming a gentle and soft purple fire around the blade.
Henry maintained his ground, despite his body's wish to drop unconscious, looking at the elder dwarves in front of him.