Chapter 1609 Due Of A Thousand Years

Chapter 1609 Due Of A Thousand Years

While almost everyone was convinced in the other two empires, there were a few protesting groups under Primula's rule.

"We don't want to leave!"

A group of homesick people.

"This is the rightful home of lightning elves!"

The group of most dominant elves who dominated their kin.

"The nymphs have gone nearly extinct! Travelling now is not the right thing to do!"

The poor Nymphs whose total population remained at 500.

"We belong to the cult of Konstant. Always been. How can we leave his home world?"

A group of nutjobs who used his name to commit crimes and terrorism. Heck, they even sacrificed stuff to his statue and tried to make an evil god out of him.

Looking down at the crowds from the sky, Varian first unsheathed his sword.

Click!

The cult of Konstant clutched their necks as blood spurted out and collapsed in a few seconds. Their bodies dried up and turned into ashes in seconds.

'Brother!' Primula looked at him with him sparkling eyes. 'It's my fault for just imprisoning them for their crimes and not killing them all. As expected, brother stands for justice.'

"Why are my cultists all ugly and why are they all men? I was expecting some beautiful women and stuff. Tch."

"..." Primula's eyes widened and she looked at him with an unbelievable expression.

"Primula, what's the matter?"

"Brother..."

"Hm?"

"Nevermind. You're not like that. Yes, brother is definitely not like that." Primula clenched her fists and nodded to herself.

But she subconsciously eyed the Nymph group that gathered in a district below. It was the collection of beautiful women, each better than the last.

It's not like Nymphs were unmatched beauties. The ones at the top of races with human aesthetics could match and even surpass them. But their average was beyond anyone's reach.

"Nymphs have committed a lot of corruptions in the past." Primula drew her sword. "For the betterment of the world, I will end this group of home wreckers and vixens, granting peac—"

"Let them go." Varian sighed.

"..." Primula looked at him with suspicion.

He didn't raise their ranks through Hortus. Rather, he raised their talents and gave them each a protection charm.

Any blow below rank 8 would be countered and they'd be sent to a far away place, with a preference given to the location they'd sincerely hope.

With a wave of his hand, Varian opened a portal to a quiet world with a large forest. The world was as big as an entire earth and had an abundance of aura.

This life planet was recently discovered and was gifted to him by someone this morning.

Looking at the mirror which rippled with a soft light, Varian said. "Thank you, King of Pala."

Ferdinand appeared in the reflection and looked at Varian for a moment before sighing. "It's my pleasure. For the help you provided to Pala in the war a thousand years ago, this is the least I could do to repay."

"Hm."

"...And there is one thing I wish to ask, if you do not mind." Ferdinand was older and was no longer as strict as he once was. Or maybe he knew he couldn't exert any authority over Varian and spoke softly.

Either way, Varian felt like he was meeting a different person.

"If it's something I can answer, sure."

"The world believes a thousand years have passed since your disappearance but my...calculations say you haven't lived for a thousand years." Ferdinand let out a nervous smile while clenching his fist in anticipation. "I wish to know the truth. How long have your...divine paths been active?"

Varian narrowed his eyes and smirked. "A good natal treasure, you have."

"Ahaha, it's not as good as you'd think." Ferdinand shook for a moment before he laughed it off awkwardly.

"Do you really want to know the number though?" Varian asked. "It's for your own good."

Hearing those words, Ferdinand recalled the vision had that day a thousand years ago.

A hand...that hand which encompassed the entire Alliance with the power to crush everyone and everything inside, including the so-called rulers of the Alliance.

"Yes, absolutely."

"2 years."

"Huh? I'm sorry, the injuries from the last battle haven't healed yet and my hearing is a b—"

Varian nodded. "No, you heard it right. My divine paths are active for two years so far. And I'm a pseudo divine ranker. A peak ranker, actually."

"Y-You...what the hell are you..." Ferdinand's face paled and he looked at Varian like he encountered a ghost. "N-No...this is a joke...ahahah..."

"And I'll tell you something more interesting." Varian laughed. "I can enter the divine ranks anytime I can but am delaying it for the duel."

"F-Fuck!"

After making the dignified king swear, Varian headed to Nexus after bidding farewell and instructing his wives to escape if things go wrong.

The duel was long due.

To be precise, a thousand years.