Chapter 27 - A Good King.

Rowen could hear the marching army stopping in its way, the voice of all the heavy steps resounding in the courtyard ground suddenly stopped. Only some light steps could be heard which were caused due to the disturbance of sudden halting. The two werewolves in the vicinity of him also stopped howling and only little grunts coming from their mouth can be heard. The wolfs ceased their exasperated moments and only moved their hands and tails a little, maybe both of them were nervous due to the sudden silence.

A chilling wind swept through the courtyard, bringing with it a swishing sound, the leaves of trees in the vicinity also softy fluttered in the wind as the long fur on the body of werewolves, Blake revealed his yellow coloured teeth which reflected the moonlight due to his film like saliva on them, he let out a loud howl of anger towards the halted army of the king. However, the army of ironclad martial artists had no change in their expression, only some of them backed a little due to the first time seeing a werewolf.

All of these Ironclad soldiers were the personal army of the old man Bolrock. Not even the king has enough authority to move this army. There were a total of hundred unmoving soldiers present around the courtyard with minimum cultivation realm of Spirit manipulation and around seven of them were even in the Spirit synchronization realm. All of them had a solid spirit iron armour on them, covering their whole body from their feet to heads. Only their ferocious gleaming eyes could be seen from their helmets.

They all had blue coloured insignia on their chest plate and the hilt of their swords. The insignia represented a blue colour sword which animated an icy aura around it. This crest was engraved on the tough iron and then paint was covered on them. Some of the paint on the many of the insignias were already withered and only half a sword was remaining there. Some only had the engraving left on them. This showed that many of these soldiers were very old and experienced. That is why most of them didn't back up when they saw different demonic creatures in front of them. Some even expected to fight with them.

Rowen from the ground position kept his eyes fixed on the old man floating in the air. He didn't even blink his eyelids and kept an amiable smile on his face. His thoughts were wandering in different directions at the same time. He was somewhat afraid and somewhat angry at the situation in front of him. And the continuous flow of the icy aura that barged him made his open eyes dry however he didn't blink even once showing his dominance in front of the old man.

Lilias in the air was worried about her son, so she kept her complete focus on the old man in front of her, she could tell by looking at her father that he has burned his remaining life essence in order to break through to the final Deity realm to protect his son, but alas he was too late. He never would have imagined that this pair of mother and son will take action so fast.

She calmed her breathing down, the cold air that fluttered around her made her red coloured hair and her silky clothes gently hover in the air. She continuously thought about how to increase the time of fight between herself and her father. If she can somehow stall enough time for her father to run out of his life force then she could easily save her son.

Her left hand was tightly clenched on the green colour bow. Her grip was so tight that she couldn't feel the texture of Black Iron on her Greenwood bow. She lowered her body slowly so she can take a perfect target at her father. Her thumb lightly rubbed on the cold metal ring on her third finger, and a wooden arrow manifested out of vacuum on her thin red fingers.

The arrow has a black coloured wooden body with a half-transparent red coloured ruby-like sharp tip on it. One can see a red colour shine on her white clothes. The red reflection also had some white spots, giving it a special glimmer that a high-quality gem can emit. If one sees this ruby red tip closely they can observe a little black snake swimming in the ruby.

This snake was a special type of demon beast that if entered one's body, it withers it from inside. First, it travels from the blood of the host and reached the lungs, completely eating out all the bronchioles present in the lungs. And soon by as.e.x.u.a.l reproduction, it multiplies in the number and forms more snake-like him. All these snakes swimming through the bloodstreams reach to the different parts of the body and eat it from inside.

Leaving only the skin of its host. These little snake parasite doesn't even leave the bones. In the end, only a bag of skin is left of the host. Even the eyes and teeth are completely finished out. After killing the host these snakes die of eating each other and the last snake that remains self destruct itself leaving nothing but skin.

Lilias placed the deadly arrow on the steel like a string of her Greenwood bow. She stretched the bow to the fullest and then aimed the arrowhead at her father. She gathered all of her power in her right hand and then transferred it to the arrow, making the snake in the arrowhead swirl in excitement.

Bolrock looked at his daughter in law and then disappointment flashed in his eyes. He once doted heavily on this daughter of his

, He used to have high expectations for her and he was the one that taught her many techniques and has given her many cultivation resources. He looked in her eyes and a sympathetic glimmer shone in his eyes. He then looked at his crippled son. There was no way that he can be treated now.

Bolrock was also at the end of his rope, he ca almost live for one more hour with his life force continuous in use. A painful expression appeared on his face. His bloodline could end today if he kept making foolish decisions.

He looked at his grandson and seeing how he has controlled two werewolves and a three-headed dog demon, he sighed and then gently landed on the ground.

"I hope you will be a good king."