Chapter 275: Chapter 145
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Leon had once imagined what it would be likeâhow would he feel when he saw Uncle Woods again?
Perhaps it would be in the magnificent palace hall, as he went all the way in with royal and brave knights, declared his rebellion in public, then cut off his head with a sword?
Perhaps it would be in the luxurious kingâs dormitory, as he appeared like a ghost in front of his sleepy eyes, blocked his voice with magic, and slowly cut him into pieces, repaying the hatred of innocent victims, his relatives, friends and himself?
Perhaps it would be during a royal hunt that he would lurk in the wild thickets. When Uncle Woods passed by, he would rush out, kill him with a sword, and then drive away in the middle of the guards and soldiersâ panic?
Perhaps it would be at a celebration that he would come roaring with his fighting wing and swing his eagle-wing sword directly toward the ground. The eagle-wing would sweep the earth and explode uncle Woods and his running dogs into ashes. But he would not stop, would just wipe off a little dust on the sword with his hands.
All kinds of images appeared in his mind, among which he remembered the one time that he had seen the emperor flee in panic on a battlefield because he had been totally defeated.
He sneered and scolded the emperorâs cowardice, then killed him.
But everything was just his imagination.
âI thought that I would go mad with anger when I saw you again, or laugh loudly or burst into tearsâŠâ He said calmly, âBut itâs not that exaggerated. Descriptions in novels are deceptive.â
Although he looked so calm, his momentum of Peak Legendary had been demonstrated to all the people. Even in this battlefield, where legends all gathered together and gods were present, he was still quite conspicuous.
This showed that his heart was not as calm as it seemed on the outside. Now, he was like an active volcano that had not erupted yet. At first glance, it seemed to be just an ordinary hilltop, when in fact, there was a violent force surging in his body that could erupt at any time.
Whether the God of Knight or orcs, they all noticed his sudden momentum, but they were too busy to take care of things there.
Maybe this man would do harm to the king of the Eagle Kingdom, but a battle among gods was the key to the victory of this war. Therefore, whether the king of mortals was alive or dead was no longer important, not worth too much attention.
Leon certainly felt the eyes of gods on him and the departure of their eyes. He couldnât help but laugh calmly as if he were watching a new opera in the theatre. But the smile in Woodsâs eyes was as horrible as the judges of hell.
âArenât you dead?â He said stringently, âI confirmed your body in person.â
âThe answer was quite what I expected.â Leon laughed and said, âI donât have to explain what happened to youâitâd be hard for you to understand even if I did, in terms of your strength and state. Anyway, Iâm standing right in front of you now. Iâm not dead.â
He paused and laughed again, âBut you are dying.â
Woodsâs legs trembled uncontrollably. He did not feel that he was a coward afraid of death, but in front of his nephew, Leon Igor, who had been dead but was still alive and had become powerful beyond his imagination, he could not help but be afraid.
His fear stemmed not only from his fear of death, but also from his fear of heinous crimes.
Although he had deliberately ignored, even forgotten, his crimes over the years, when Leon appeared in front of him, he couldnât help but think of the bloody night and the crimes he had committed that were enough for him to.be hanged several times.
Fear made him tremble violently, even making it difficult to stand. If the guards around him hadnât rushed to help him, he would have been frozen to the ground.
âWho are you!â The guards shouted, âBack down, rude man!â
Leon looked at the guard with a smile and nodded satisfactorily, âYou are a brave man who dares to shout at me.â
âSee, my highness, Leon!â The leader of the Kingâs guards, the legendary priest and the God of Faith and Protection Wookie, came and vowed to Leon, âItâs a great surprise that you are still alive!â
He said to the guards as though confronted by formidable enemies, âDonât act like that. Leon was the first man of legend more than thirty years ago. Now his state is so high and his power is so strong that I canât even see it clearly. Iâm afraid that comment of âthe Worldâs First Knight in the futureâ has become fact. If he really wants to do something, even thousands of armies could not help it, let alone our remaining beaten soldiers.â
The guards had just now come to their senses and understood Leonâs status.
After all these years, although Woods had deliberately erased the deeds of the former king of the Eagle Kingdom and his children, Leonâs stories were so conspicuous that many people knew of his deeds.
For example, when he had been fourteen years old, he had concealed his true identity and taken part in the knight competition. He had become the champion of the competition, and his predecessors had praised him as the Worldâs First Knight, surpassing his predecessors.
Over the years, the knight competition had been held twice. Although the scale and influence had not been as wide as before, the legend had always spread among the participants, even to the ears of the guards.
No matter how high Woodsâ status was or how powerful his strength was, there was no way that he could deal with those knights from afar.
He could control other peopleâs mouths, but not the knights.
Most of the guards had known about Leonâs stories and the resentment between Leon and Woods. Now that they understood his identity, the guard who stood up to protect the king was stunned, not to mention the weak-minded guards who didnât know what to say or do.
Must I protect the king?
With Emperor Leonâs high status, he was the king as long as he made a public appeal, and Woods naturally became a rebel. Even hanging him on the gallows was a light penalty.
Leon smiled and looked at Woodsâ trembling face, âUncle, I want to talk to you. Are you interested?â
âYeah⊠sureâŠ.â
After hearing the positive answer, Leon nodded satisfactorily and asked, âIâve been wondering all this time. Why did you want to start a rebellion? What on earth qualifies you to be king concerning your intelligence, power, talent, and qualifications? And what on earth gives you such absurd confidence that you dare to sit on that shining seat? â
Woods blushed immediately, not in shame but anger.
âWhy!â He roared, âJust because Iâm not smart enough, not strong enough, not excellent enough, and not old enough, I canât be king? What reasons are those! Iâm also the son of the eagle, and the eagle blood runs through my body! I used to fight with my father on the battlefield and I have been the governor of one side! Whether a general or a lord, I did a very good job. Why canât I be king? â
Leon recalled and nodded with surprise.
He thought over it carefully and realized that Woods was right. Although when he had been a general and lord, he had been far from excellent. After all, he had been competent in the position and hadnât made any significant mistakes.
To put it bluntly, few kings were better than him in terms of his performance.
âBut from grandpaâs perspective, it is clear that there are better heirs than you, so why would he choose you?â Leon thought for a moment and said, âFor example, now you have a lot of children. When youâre old enough to pass your throne to your children, wonât you pass it to your best child?â
Woods blushed, âOf course I will pass it to my best child, but even if the other children are not excellent enough, canât they want to be king? â
âItâs okay to just think, but itâs not okay to start a rebellion for that. â
Woods clenched his fist and was not afraid at all because of his great anger, âI want to be the king, but my father didnât pass his throne to me. What else can I do besides rebel? â
âForget it. â Leon said lightly, âI wanted to a hero flying across the sky on a giant dragoning when I was young, but that was not the caseâŠâ
âForget it?! â Woods widened his eyes and could not help but jump up, âHow can I just forget it! Itâs my lifelong dream! â
âLeon, you were born so excellent, like a god walking the world. There is nothing you canât learn and nothing you canât do. Even⊠even the throne is insignificant to you, but that doesnât mean you are qualified to deny my dream!â
âI am qualified! â Leonâs face turned cold. He murmured, âIf anybody in the world has the qualification, then itâs me! â
He pointed to his chest and said, âRemember? You shot me with an arrow from behind. Half of the specially made poisoned crossbow penetrated my body, and the tip of the arrow even penetrated my chest.
âFor this arrow alone, I am entitled to deny your despicable dream!â
He had a loud voice and stern expression. A powerful majesty emanated from his body, like an angry god coming to the world.
For many years, Leon had been the archbishop of Sui Xiong and had clearly sensed his power and momentum, which had affected him imperceptibly and even gave his soul some characteristics of gods. When he was angry at this moment, his power and momentum had shown to the outside, and his power certainly had a divine feeling, which made all the warring gods look at it again.
âThat momentum, that feelingâŠâ
âThe Void Mask? Itâs his smell.â
âI remember this human was the Archbishop of his church! â
âI see. This guy really had foresight!â
âDonât worry about that. Just do whatâs in front of you before you say anything!â
All the gods removed their attention, and this time, Leon even didnât notice them.
He just looked at Woods with dignity, like he was standing in the clouds and overlooking the dust beneath his feet.
âWoods Igor.â He said, âLetâs start your trial now!â
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