diskusbooks Chapter 124 By the Mandate of Heaven! To Seek Justice!!
Chapter 124 By the Mandate of Heaven! To Seek Justice!!
At dusk.
The setting sun was like blood.
In Hanhe New City, at a training ground that had been specially cleared out.
Lynn's figure cast long, lingering shadows in the setting sun.
The staff in his hand was no longer a magic staff, but a longsword that shimmered with a dark golden aura.
The sword's edge sliced through the air without a piercing sound, only a faint hum, as if space itself were being cut open.
"Brother, be careful."
Across from them, Leah whispered a reminder.
Her long, light blue hair moved without wind, and she was surrounded by clear water and a thick, earthy yellow halo.
With a slight raise of his hands, three sharp stalagmites instantly rose from the ground, forming a triangular shape and piercing towards Lynn. At the same time, dozens of water arrows condensed in the air, blocking all his escape routes.
A hint of approval flashed in Lynn's eyes.
Leah's manipulation of the elements has become increasingly sophisticated.
He did not back down.
With a slight thought, the longsword in his hand flowed like mercury, instantly transforming into a kite-shaped shield engraved with natural runes.
The shield turned slightly, and a yellowish-brown light shone through.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The stalagmite struck the shield and shattered into dust.
The water arrows followed closely behind, but they all veered off course in front of a suddenly appearing, flowing curtain of water and shot into the ground.
Almost the instant the defense was completed, Lynn made a grasping motion with his left hand, and a portion of the shield's material seemed to flow into his hand, reforming into an elegantly shaped longbow.
With a flick of his right hand, an arrow made entirely of elements was nocked and drawn.
Advanced archery skill: Seven Stars Alignment
The bowstring vibrated slightly.
Seven arrows shot off the bow, like shooting stars and fireworks.
Leah was slightly taken aback, and then her expression changed slightly.
Elements coalesced, and several thick earthen walls appeared before Leah.
The next second, Lynn's figure disappeared from the spot.
【Spatial Magic - Instant Flash】.
He appeared above Leah, looking down at her.
The longbow in his hand had transformed back into a longsword at some point, with the tip pointing downwards, the blade humming, and faint starlight flowing around it. The accumulated power caused the surrounding air to begin to distort.
Super-tier Starry Sky Battle Skill: Falling Star.
Leah looked up, her platinum-gray eyes showing no panic, only focused calculation.
The ground beneath her feet softened, and she sank rapidly as if sinking into water, surrounded by a water shield that protected her in the center.
"boom--!"
The sword light fell like a shooting star.
The water shield evaporated, and the shockwave surged outwards, kicking up clouds of dust.
The smoke and dust slowly dissipated.
Lynn knelt down on one knee, the tip of his sword landing beside Leah.
Leah's breathing was slightly disordered, but she was unharmed.
"Brother is so amazing!" Leah said earnestly, her eyes filled with pure admiration for her brother.
Lynn straightened up, and the longsword in his hand transformed back into its original staff form.
A satisfied smile appeared on his face.
This "All Things" set, crafted by Elune with the full power of the Silver Dew Gathering, should be considered one of the top-tier legendary equipment sets in the entire continent of Galantir.
Moreover, this equipment is extremely compatible with him, integrating his abilities from multiple professions in his previous life almost perfectly, with virtually no switching delay.
With this equipment and his own skills, ordinary king-level opponents are no match for him.
He looked up at the sky.
The setting sun had painted most of the sky golden red, and a faint twilight purple began to spread along the horizon.
"Thanks to Elune." Lynn wiped the sweat from his brow.
Thinking of that aloof elven chieftain, the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up slightly, but he quickly suppressed it.
He looked towards the eastern horizon, where a bright moon was slowly rising.
Meanwhile, in the western sky, a silvery-white outline was becoming increasingly clear.
That wasn't a cloud, nor was it starlight.
It is another bright moon.
"It's time," Lynn whispered.
Almost at the same moment he finished speaking—
"Waaah————"
A desolate, distant horn call, seemingly echoing through countless years, resounded from the direction of the ancient tree in the sky.
That was not a horn made by any elf or known race; it was the ancient tree itself whispering, resonating.
The sound wasn't loud, yet it strangely spread throughout the entire Hanhe Basin, reaching the ears of every living creature.
Then came the second sound, the third sound... Countless ancient trees, regardless of age or location, whether deep in the forest or on the edge of the new city, moved their branches and leaves without wind, making a rustling sound that seemed to carry a clear rhythm.
The sounds intertwined, forming a grand, solemn chant that reached the depths of the soul.
There are no lyrics.
But all life that hears this sound.
Whether it's a human civilian finishing work at a construction site, an elven sentinel patrolling the forest, a goblin busy "exercising," or a kobold preparing dinner, they are all there.
A clear chant inexplicably arose in their minds:
When two moons appear in the same sky.
The ancient tree will proclaim the name of the prophet.
The prophet, who possesses the enlightenment of all things, will bring wondrous power and technology.
He will eliminate the famine.
He will bring dawn.
He will lead you to build a brand new world.
He will share endless abundance with you.
The chanting seemed to come from the earth itself, from the breath of the forest, carrying an undeniable antiquity and sacredness.
"The Prophet! The Prophet!"
A kobold guard ran breathlessly to the edge of the training ground, his face showing excitement and a hint of panic: "Outside...a human has come! His name is Mel Carlos! He says he's from the Prophet's Cult and has an urgent matter to discuss with you!"
Mel Carlos? Lynn remembered the name.
Old Jack's report mentioned a young human with a blood feud but an amazing talent for fighting spirit.
"Bring him here." Lynn put away his staff.
When Mel was brought before Lynn, even Lynn, who was used to seeing such things, was slightly moved.
The young man was soaking wet, his hair was disheveled and stuck to his forehead, his lips were purple from the cold, and his body was trembling slightly uncontrollably.
But what's most touching is his eyes.
Those eyes burned with a flame that was almost nothingness, a mixture of utter despair, madness, and... the last vestige of faint hope that they clung to desperately.
Like a drowning person grabbing at a straw before being completely swallowed by darkness.
"My...Prophet..." Mel's voice was hoarse. He tried to bow, but his knees buckled and he almost knelt down.
Lynn raised his hand, and a gentle wind element supported him.
"What happened?"
Mel looked up, her eyes fixed on Lynn, and spoke rapidly, her words choked with emotion: "Anne...and her sister Heather...are gone!"
"This morning... the door was open, and the person was gone... The neighbors said they might have been... taken away by the Flame Duke's men... They... they like to use..."
His voice choked, the immense pain making it almost impossible for him to utter the words.
But Lynn already understood.
A drum made of human skin.
Red leather shoes.
This is the collecting obsession of nobles of the blazing sun bloodline.
Memories of his past life resurfaced; he remembered the nauseating descriptions of the side quests and the long, cruel processes carried out in the name of purity and art.
"The most beautiful and pure young girls... after being captured, are usually raised and purified for a month to remove the impurities of commoners before being processed to ensure the quality of the collectibles."
Lynn did not respond.
He walked through this new city, looking at the people who were working hard and had ordinary yet beautiful aspirations.
He strolled slowly.
At this moment, both moons are now visible in the sky.
A golden sun and a silver-blue sun, they complement each other, casting a mesmerizing glow over the earth.
The ancient trees' chanting reached its climax; the sound was no longer confined to the forest, but seemed to resonate throughout the entire Hanhe Basin.
The sounds of the wind, the water, even the distant howls of wild beasts and the soft chirping of birds, all subtly harmonized with a certain rhythm, collectively calling out a single name—
Lynn.
prophet!
The light of the two moons shone on Lynn.
He appeared exceptionally holy at that moment, like a deity descended to earth.
The people of the new city—pig-headed men, orcs, ogres, minotaurs… countless people—watched Lynn, watching the figure that brought them happiness and hope.
Proverbs are being fulfilled in ways that exceed everyone's imagination; even the most unlikely scenario of two moons appearing in the same sky has occurred.
all of these.
All of this is indicating...
It signifies the will of Heaven.
But Lynn ignored him.
In his mind.
Side quests from my past life memories surfaced.
The human-skin drums and red shoes of the Sunblood lineage, the experimental Gundams of the Abundant Bloodline, the ice sculpture art of the Frostblood lineage, the hunting feasts of the Windblood lineage, the sacred rituals of the Radiant Bloodline, the slave trade of the Vol'jin bloodline...
All of this evil.
They all point to one word: "inhuman".
Lynn's gaze seemed to pierce through an endless corridor of time and space, and he saw a figure.
He closed his eyes.
The cries of agony, pleas for mercy, and sobs echoed in Lynn's mind.
Slaughter, torture, toying, mockery, cooking... countless scenes seemed to flash before Lynn's eyes.
Everywhere was filled with sorrow and bloodshed, all for the sake of saving the common people.
This line of poetry, which I once thought was just easy to recite, is like a shot fired in my youth.
It's now right between his eyebrows.
This line of poetry echoed repeatedly in Lynn's mind.
Unconsciously, he had arrived in the center of the new city, surrounded by figures who saw him as a beacon of hope.
God will not save them.
now that……
Since God will not save them, then I will save them.
I will save them, save this absurd, cruel world filled with inequality!
Thinking of this, Lynn slowly stopped.
He looked up at the people surrounding him like stars around the moon.
Bathed in moonlight, their faces were filled with anticipation and faith, but their gazes were fixed on only one person.
Prophet Lynn.
far away.
An elven ranger ran quickly toward Lynn.
Her face was beaming with visible joy.
She was holding a damp, rough strip of cloth in her hands.
As she handed the strip of cloth to Lynn, she excitedly explained, as if she had accomplished a mission, "My Lord Prophet! Sylvia sent this!"
"It was found inside the belly of a large fish that was caught today!"
Lynn took the strip of cloth.
It unfolds slowly.
The strips of cloth were rough, as if torn from old clothes, and the edges showed signs of corrosion from stomach acid.
But the writing on it was crystal clear under the light of the two moons:
Two moons in the sky at the same time signify that the prophet has been ordained by Heaven to punish injustice.
The handwriting is simple and unadorned, carrying an indescribable sense of vicissitude and power.
Lynn held the strip of cloth.
He slowly raised his hand.
The cloth strip in his hand moved without wind, and the blood-red characters on it seemed to come alive, flowing in the light of the two moons.
Everyone was watching.
Gazing at the blood-red words floating in the sky.
Two moons in the same sky: A prophet, acting on divine mandate, seeks to avenge injustice.
Lynn looked at Mel, then at Ivital, then at Lydia standing quietly beside him, and finally, his gaze turned to the west—Handong City.
His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly drowned out the ancient tree's chanting and spread throughout the entire new city.
His voice carried a resolute, unquestionable determination:
"Pass on the order."
"In the name of the prophet."
"By the mandate of Heaven—"
"We must protest this injustice!"
Upon hearing Lynn's voice, the surrounding crowd erupted in a deafening roar.
"By the mandate of Heaven—"
"To seek justice!!"
"By the mandate of Heaven—"
"To seek justice!!"