Xyrin Empire-Chapter 97 - Even More Tragic Tosca
Chapter 97: Chapter 97 Even More Tragic Tosca
There was no need to continue.
The shocking scene produced by the collaboration of Pandora and Qianqian had plunged Agna and William Prime Minister into a near catatonic state, and now, to their eyes, this so-called exchange of strength was nothing short of a farce.
One side was an almost godlike presence that could destroy the heavens and earth with a wave of their hand, while the other was merely a somewhat stronger mortal. Such an “exchange” of strength now seemed bizarre and laughable.
As the initiator of this event, William Prime Minister’s expression was now a sight to behold: a mix of embarrassment, shame, unease, and a hint of barely concealed rage. In the end, it formed a particularly gloomy visage.
William had anticipated the other party’s strength, but no matter what, he still assessed the Xyrin Apostle on the level of a mortal. Even if there were innumerable connections between the Xyrin Apostle and the Divine Race, it wasn’t possible for them to truly possess near-divine strength. That’s why he proposed to witness the power of the other side, one reason being to ensure that they indeed qualified to save this nation blessed by the Light God and to shut up those below. More importantly, it was to understand the strength of the Xyrin Apostle better, in order to devise corresponding countermeasures.
After all, one must be vigilant against others.
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But now, William suddenly realized how foolish he really was.
A Race that could be as close as brothers with the gods, even if they did not possess divine power, must at least have the strength of a demigod.
How powerful are the gods? Every believer of the God could feel it. A mere trace of Holy Light, obtained through prayer, allows an ordinary warrior to easily eradicate those Monsters that could decimate a battalion of a hundred men. No matter how you look at it, the strength of a Xyrin Apostle must be much greater than that of humans who controlled a modicum of Holy Light, right?
It’s just that the Auduo People, who had been under the protection of the Light God for a long time, were too proud and arrogant to admit their own weakness.
“You are very powerful,” Agna had no choice but to express his sincere admiration in the face of a force that humans could not contend with, “more powerful than we could have imagined. Please forgive us for our previous doubts…”
“It’s alright,” I grandly waved my hand, “I understand your decision. Anyone faced with such circumstances couldn’t easily choose to believe. After all, it’s a matter concerning the safety of the entire nation. Now, you just need to believe that the Xyrin Empire is here to help this world.”
“About that, I have complete faith—because I am a devout believer of the Light God.”
Agna spoke very sincerely, but of course, this statement wasn’t 100% trustworthy. If it were a pure believer like Melon, then such words would naturally be credible; however, Agna’s position dictated that he couldn’t be too devout. Let alone a Xyrin Apostle presuming to be friends with the Light God, even if an actual Angel Army came to help him, his first consideration would be whether his own rule would be affected.
But now, considering the strength of the Xyrin Apostle, whether or not he resisted, it was impossible to stop their actions, so he straightforwardly chose to obey—a very wise choice.
I looked up at the Sun in the sky; it was now around four or five in the afternoon. If that guy named Tosca hadn’t died of shame from yesterday’s incident, he should be arriving soon.
Generally speaking, I am a very magnanimous person, but when it comes to those who bully others with their power, those who even dare to target Qianqian and the others, I am not planning to let them off easily.
Of course, if you say that I subconsciously enjoy tormenting others, I would never admit it…
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“By the way,” I suddenly felt that more people should witness the game that was about to take place, and so I broached the topic, “what are the duel Rules of your world?”
“Duel?” Agna was puzzled as to why I had suddenly asked this question, but he answered anyway, “If it’s a general duel, each side needs to bring a witness. Before the duel, they agree on the method of dueling, and if there are any restrictions. Theoretically, duels shouldn’t cause loss of life, but if there are accidental injuries or deaths, the winning side won’t be subject to legal punishment. Correspondingly, the deceased’s friends and relatives can also choose to seek revenge without legal repercussion.”
How to put it, this sort of regulation definitely has a bit of a barbaric flavor to it.
“I see, so there’s no problem with having more witnesses, right?”
“That’s correct, there’s no upper limit to the number of witnesses. One witness is the minimum requirement.”
Agna paused for two seconds before suddenly realizing, his face expressing shock as he exclaimed, “Could it be, you…”
“Ah, exactly that ‘could it be.’ A Human has challenged me. Although I’ve attempted to decline, it seems the other party has no intention of giving up. And, it looks like he’s a Noble, if I’m not mistaken.”
“One of our Nobles…” Agna stuttered, “challenged you?!”
Melon was even more agitated as he shouted, “Light God above! Who is so foolish?!”
“Who knows?” I shrugged noncommittally, my face the picture of innocence.
The unexpected situation gave Agna a massive headache. He quickly dismissed all the related personnel and then ordered the dismantling of the large Barriers nearby, leaving only him, Melon, William, and a few of us on site.
Agna and William were desperately trying to convince me to retract my intention to duel, they were well aware of the consequences of a duel provoked by some idiot who popped up from nowhere at a time like this. Their biggest worry now was, what if I got angry and decided to bring about a doomsday? Although I appeared to be smiling and not angry at all, heaven knows what the thought processes of a Xyrin Apostle were like!
Melon was frowning non-stop, occasionally stealing glances at Alaya’s expression, who stood behind me. However, she showed no signs of anger or joy, just standing there with an emotionless face.
I bet no one could have imagined that I was just wanting to have some fun.
Right at that moment, Tosca, whom everyone had been calling for, finally appeared.
From afar, I saw a figure adorned in splendid golden armor and wielding a longsword striding towards us; it was the Tosca who had been incredibly arrogant yesterday. His twisted expression clearly showed that he hadn’t gotten over what happened yesterday, and honestly, I was surprised he hadn’t died of shame.
Following him were a few background men who ran errands, let’s briefly introduce them: Passerby A, Passerby B, Passerby C…
“Tosca?!”
Agna and William both showed a look of surprise when they saw who it was.
They know each other? That makes things even more entertaining!
Tosca had evidently noticed his Emperor standing there; a look of shock immediately crossed his face, and then he briskly walked to our group, knelt before Agna, and reverently said, “Your Majesty…”
“Scram!”
Before Tosca could finish, two pairs of feet almost simultaneously kicked his shoulders, sending the tragic man flying.
One pair of feet belonged to Agna; the other came from the Prime Minister William.
As a High Order warrior, Tosca didn’t dare resist and was kicked away. However, he quickly adjusted his posture to avoid face-planting into the mud. After getting up, he still knelt on the ground but looked up at Agna and Prime Minister William with a bewildered expression, asking, “Your Majesty, Father, why…”
So this guy was William’s son—a truly ridiculous plot twist…
“You idiot!!!”
William was already livid with rage, his face flushed red as he thundered, “What have you done?!”
“Well, it was just challenging the Imperial Leader…”
Lin Xue, who was always happy to create chaos, fanned the flames right on cue this time, which actually suited my purposes.
It was then that Tosca finally saw the few of us. When he first glimpsed me, a cruel sneer flickered across his face. Then, as he saw Qianqian and the rest, his gaze involuntarily paused, filled with confusion and unease. Finally, he saw Alaya slowly spreading her wings.
Tosca wasn’t a fool, but the events before him were just too much to accept; so it was only natural that he froze.
Until his father’s foot flew up again, knocking him down.
“Ah… Gah…” Tosca, who had roughly guessed what was happening, opened his mouth wide, but could only emit such meaningless sounds.
Even the gorgeous armor he wore to attract ladies’ attentions seemed to lose its luster in an instant.
I stepped forward, seemingly kindly bent down, and said, “Alright, Mr. Tosca, the time for the duel is approaching. Shall we discuss the process?”
“Wait a minute…” William blurted out in a panic. Although Tosca had caused such a mess, he didn’t want to watch his child march toward death, “Tosca, he’s just…”
“I know, I know,” I nodded with understanding, “the impulsiveness of youth, you see. But the duel must continue. The Xyrin Empire is an empire that absolutely honors martial prowess, and a duel is a very sacred matter for us—especially one that issues a challenge to the Imperial Leader; it cannot be canceled so easily. So—”
Without waiting for William to speak again, I grabbed Tosca, who had gone limp, and pointed to Alaya, saying, “This is my witness, an angel. She will represent the gods in judging this duel—what do you think?”
