Chapter 314 part 6

Chapter 314 “White River’s Blade (p6)

The specified “thing” was a hexagonal shaped badge hidden within the rod’s core. There’s a lot of blemishes on it due to age, but the biggest one had to be the crack running through the middle – obviously the damage was caused by the slash just now.

Stern in his face, White River stares off at the crazed looking old senior: “You mean… just now, the power which transcended mortal means is from this simple looking badge??! This is impossible! This badge is nothing but an earthly creation. Even if someone did seal some sort of power within the construct years ago, who could have such strength?! This can’t be, the power capable of killing I, White River, is nothing but an object sealed a part of someone’s strength?!”

Blood dripping hard from his mouth, Igor continues to laugh hysterically when speaking next: You… you… flip it over and see, see what’s written on the back.”

Flipping it over as told, White River didn’t find anything oddly special, only several characters engraved onto the surface during its original casting. Though the font has aged quite severely, it still retains the quaint yet beautiful letters of a name!

“Aragon… Roland…” Popping his eyes for the longest time, the man didn’t say more.

White River honestly doesn’t know whether he should be angry or crying. The power, the force that nearly took his life, was nothing but a wisp of Aragon’s will left behind a thousand years ago!!

To be clear, the man has long taken the founding emperor of the Roland Empire as his only rival, but now that he’s confronted with the truth, its abundantly clear to him its nothing but his own willful thinking. What rival? A man from a thousand years ago only needed a wisp of his original power to nearly take his own life! The Shaman King may be arrogant and egotistic, but he’s no moronic idiot. The gap in power went as far as a chasm, unsurpassable and unbridgeable.

Trembling all over, blood suddenly came blurting out of the man’s mouth, yet, that laughter only grew wilder with every second. “Hahahaha…. To think, to think the only one capable of making me draw my blade in all these years is someone that’s been dead for a thousand years…. What irony! What farce!”

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It was then when the battle came to a standstill, the earth shook. The thundering rumble initially sounded faint and far, but that tremor quickly rose until it’s so strong that everything became effected: the ground, the cloud, and the water as well.

“AH! Earthquake! It’s an earthquake!!” Du Wei exclaims out of nowhere after losing his balance along with the two combatants.

White River and Igor the Pope was stunned at first over this abrupt interruption, but it soon changed after numerous cracks started to take shape along their path. They’re not big by any means, but there’s so many that it’s like veins etched along the surface of the world.

Struggling to get up, the old senior was the first to act on the changing situation. Showing an extremely bizarre face that bordered on the line of infatuation, the elder’s eyes stared off into the northern horizon: “They’re here!”

Du Wei didn’t understand what sort of madness the old pope was spouting at the moment, but he he didn’t care, his attention was more focused on something else entirely. It was a badge that ended up rolling to his feet after White River dropped the thing during that earthquake.

For some reason, he’s not sure why, but the boy had the strangest urge to take it for himself. Which he did act upon the idea by sneaking it into his pocket when the two weren’t looking.

Now that he’s free again to look back to his surroundings, Du Wei naturally had a question mark in his head over the old fella’s crazed comment: who’s coming and what?

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Imperial calendar, nine hundred and sixty-two years after the founding of the Roland Empire, an immense earthquake rocked the lands that reached as far as the southern parts of the continent.

And in the north, disaster struck….

Because of the immense tremor, large flocks of magical creatures stampeded out of the Frozen Forest and headed south. This caused tremendous damage and casualties to the stationed soldiers around the border there. For a while, inexplicable fear had taken hold of the northern regions and the citizens living in those provinces.