Superhumans of the Dome City-Chapter 1305 - 39: The Fulfillment of All Wishes (Part 4)_3
"I’ve thought about similar predicaments long ago, and thus I’ve never attempted it."
Alandia, as always, disregards the mood. While everyone is sighing in sorrow, she is concerned about what comes next: "And dear King Morton, how did you come to know all of this?"
"This brings us to the aftermath of the grievance." King Morton scratches his beard, "I must clarify first, it wasn’t deliberately concealed—you know I’ve been dead for two thousand years—it’s just that my understanding is quite vague. Anyway, shortly after our era began, the Silent King raged ’in the heavens.’ She insisted on completely destroying our world, and thus she hurled the Final Sword down from the heavens."
"Ah...?" Gongsun Ce shakes himself out of the sadness brought by the past, "Wait a moment, please hold on..."
The story rings familiar enough to remind him of a play from back in the day. On the day he first met Situ Yi, the Dust Troupe was performing exactly this, where the various "angels" in the sky quarreled non-stop, a messenger hurried back and forth to persuade, but the peace talks had no effect, an angel resolutely threw down a black sword causing disaster. Now he knows that angels might symbolize kings, and Morton personally confirmed this is true, so historically, it must correspond to...
"...the Dragon Disaster that appeared on Albion Island?"
"Of course." King Morton nods, "Otherwise, where did the Final Sword come from?"
Albion Island was originally part of the Northern Continent, a piece was missing due to Dragon Disaster before the Yong Guang Calendar, and that separated mainland fragment is now Morton’s kingdom. This was wild speculation without any evidence, but King Morton’s words just matched this assumption.
The old king looks at Gongsun Ce, smiling slightly: "Surely you know how powerful that sword is, the damage it caused shouldn’t have been so minor. So your guess is quite right; the descent of the Final Sword aroused the King of Greed’s worry, and her body thus chained descent, sealing the Final Sword with her power on my island."
"Did the Colored glaze Dragon seal the Final Sword alone?" Dawn Knight asks.
"No, I believe there were others who contributed during this process, but I don’t know the details." King Morton says, "Anyway, our little island thus preserved its life, and that sword has been steadily sealed in the northern peak until the disaster of the Netherworld was about to descend, and I went with a bunch of mates to the mountains to seek the Holy Dragon Slayer..."
The old man bows his head, smiling nostalgically.
"When I grasped the sword hilt, the King of Greed’s power and these memories poured into my mind together." The old man says, "The rest, I suppose, you all know quite well, so no need to elaborate!"
Gongsun Ce is about to thank him but feels a peculiar unease. He finds the root of the issue: "But... Your Majesty, may I still call you that. Aren’t you concerned about the current state of your kingdom?"
Orianna snaps back to reality: "You haven’t even confirmed our identities!"
The old king glances at them, speaking leisurely: "We just met four years ago, that short span isn’t enough to make me forget, right? I admit the chair looks a bit ugly... but after all, it’s a throne!"
Gongsun Ce suddenly recalls the King of Skeleton from four years ago, the skeletal monster atop the ugly throne. The old man’s silhouette overlaps with the monster’s, and he fully understands why Morton appears at this moment. The four young people stand up together, solemnly saluting the two-thousand-year-old elder.
King Morton takes the courtesy of the future descendants with equanimity. He looks very satisfied, not bringing up past matters again, as he stands up from the chair.
"Well done, good children." The old man says, "My duty is fulfilled, so before this beautiful world collapses, let me wander down to the mountain foot to observe this era’s girls’ postures!"
He leaves the steel fortress, leaps off the mountain, singing loudly ancient robust ballads while falling. The old man’s physique remains strong, as vigorous as the youngest man, such people never worry about lacking admirers, perhaps he could meet another deceased spirit at the foot of the mountain and add a surprising note to his feats. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮
"King Morton and the Crystal Ghost-woman..." Mo Yuankai murmurs. Orianna gives him a hard slap.
"Be more refined, King Morton and the Crystal Maiden’s revival." Gongsun Ce says, "He’s really a terrific guy, a born leader."
Alandia feels a bit regretful: "I still have many things I want to ask him."
Gongsun Ce pats the knight’s shoulder and steps out of the fortress first: "Before that, we should consider how to solve our problem, it’s now up to Alandia to restrain Kong Hua Realm, we must get it withdrawn. Do you have any idea, big brother?"
Everyone turns to Mo Yuankai, as this matter is closely tied to him. Mo Yuankai chuckles sheepishly twice: "I’m aware of how she arrived but truly don’t know how to send her back... and even if we want to dismantle Kong Hua Realm, we must stop them first, two kings fighting like this, I’m genuinely afraid they’ll run out causing trouble."
Gongsun Ce made a very constructive suggestion: "How about drawing lots to select someone to intervene?"
"Ask them if they want to eat something?" Mo Yuankai ponders intensely.
"Have you two kids used up your brains during the fight? Aren’t you listening to what nonsense you’re saying!"
The reprimand outside the fortress entrance is vigorous, unmistakably revealing the speaker is a reclusive grumpy old man. Gongsun Ce excitedly opens the door, Loninles Ricklu leans on his cane, face as black as coal bottom, the old troupe leader Macrow stands beside his old friend, full of curiosity.
