Wudang: Legends Of Qi Earth
/ Wudang: Legends Of Qi Earth 202 chapter coming
"It is quite unfortunate that such a young spirit king had to die, but this is required. Bran! Scoelang! Time here is much slower than the real world, which means there's still time to carry out the body transference ritual.
Even though his life has bought me a little bit of time, it's still not enough as only the temporal anomaly of this particle world is all that's keeping my body from dying. But just as you have both promised, we will try our best to make sure that we see all of his hopes and dreams fulfilled. Now drag him outside, we need the light of the full moon to work."
He was extremely regal in the way that he spoke and moved, he was a true leader of men, and he held himself as such. He walked out of the cave and right into an already ensuing brawl, Devonte was currently skewering dozens of his, men with his roots while Khan wreaked havoc every which way. Louis and Cross looked extremely surprised, but given that Devonte's and Khan's connection to their master was absolute, it was easy to conclude something had happened to Alex.
"Enough!"
Finn's voice was extremely powerful as it reverberated through the seemingly endless meadow. His men, though injured and in the case of some, should be very much dead, all got to their knees, even with pain etched on their faces to give him the respect they felt he deserved. Seeing such act seemed to have pissed Devonte out as he spat to the side and gave Finn a look that admittedly would kill him…. assuming looks could kill that is.
"my friends! My comrades! My soldiers! My brothers! My family! I have returned!"
"YARRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
Devonte's frown got a lot deeper, there was just too much charismas than was normal coming off Finn. It wasn't as if he was jealous, but Devonte was extremely familiar with spiritual skills that induced emotions, in fact; no other energy source could control illusions or mental techniques as well as spirit energy. And Devonte knew a buff when he saw one, even if it was coming off from a guy who was so handsome Devonte could only call him a foul face snake.
Finn walked forwards until he was well within the midst of his army, there was an extremely wide and bright smile on his face that seemed to highlight his handsomeness and charisma a lot more than was normal. Obviously this guy was used to leading, and he knew he could do it well, a whole lot more than most people could have imagined. After mingling with his comrades a bit, he walked back to the mouth of the cave and then turned his attention to louis and the others; who till this point had been mostly ignored,
"there is much you don't understand, and I apologize for what you're about to hear, but the truth of the matter is; your friend has passed and has gone on to be in the embrace of the gods. He gave his life just so that I could live, so that my sacred duty as protector and defender of Ireland will continue. You should all be proud, he died a hero, one that you can be proud off."
If there was anything they felt right now, pride was the furthest from it. Louis and Cross just couldn't bring themselves to believe anything coming from the mouth of this bastard, truthfully speaking, Alex has faced greater odds than this boorish handsome man who looked as if one sharp gust of wind would throw his body away.
Devonte and Khan on the other hand were a lot more solemn than Louis and cross expected, it was easy to tell from their expression that whatever this man just said was true, Alex really was dead. And as if to properly confirm the story, the two hounds Bran and Scoeland walked out of the cave, dragging Alex's bloodied corpse with them.
Louis made to rush forwards, but a simple breath from Finn created a shockwave that blasted him backwards, forcing the young French noble to take five steps backwards whilst clutching his chest in pain. There was a tightness in his stomach and in his heart, he might not be too conversant with spirit energy, but he has sparred enough time s with Alex to know what a spiritual attack felt like,
"I feel and understand your pain, but he has not fully served his purpose. Now that he has given me his life, it is about time he gave me his body too. There is no greater honor in all of earth than to be the vessel of a supreme spirit king. The wonders, respect and riches of the world would be all ours for the taking! So young friends, why don't you join me in this endeavor? I would give you glory the likes of which you've never had."
Eloquent, handsome and charismatic, if they weren't so close to Alex, whatever spirit voodoo that was in his mouth was enough to have even turned the head strong khan to his side, but everyone who followed Alex were considered outcasts in one way or the other, they weren't like others, and because of that they were all fiercely loyal to each other. There was no amount of words this guy could spit that could make them betray Alex, even dead or alive.
However, it doesn't look taking his deal was required; "did anyone ever tell you Finn McCool that you talk a lot of shit!"
As soon as those annoyed words spilled out of his lips, powerful roots shot out of the ground; skewering the hounds Bran and Scoeland leaving them suspended ten feet in the air as their blood rained down all over his body. Alex wasn't dead, though considering there was such a garish looking wound on his neck, for all intents and purposed he should be dead, but that didn't seem to be the case.
Right under the surprised gazes of everyone, the wounds on his neck began to heal at a rapid pace as his pristine silver white wings got soaked in the blood of a pair of traitorous dogs, it didn't take too long for them to die either, much to the surprise of everyone here as their earlier fight with Cross and co had more than showed that while they could get severely injured, death should be impossible.
But now here they were with two very dead hounds, and a very pissed off looking Alex. Rather than coming down towards Finn who quickly turned and move back into his army, protecting himself as they all quickly fell into formation to cover their leader. Cross, Devonte and Khan quickly took their place behind Alex as they watched the army warily,
"your time to pass from this world came, but you refused to stick with the natural order and transferred your body into the body of another. But the ritual was not really foolproof was it, the body you took could not hold together the anima of an all-powerful spirit king so you found a temporal time zone, or rather a particle world with such an anomaly, it slowed the decay and death of your body as you slept for significant amount of years while your dog's laid traps.
It didn't matter how long, eventually any spirit king worth their salt would find them, and they would be lead here like sheep to the slaughter, because frankly speaking how could Fionn Mac Cumhail, great hero of Ireland be anything other than good and straightforward, a well laid trap, but one that tested your patience, I have to commend you on that though.
I wouldn't have lasted as long as you did, however you made a couple of mistakes, but chief amongst that is underestimating me. I don't know about previous spirit kings, but if you want to kill me, you would have to split my body into thousands to itty bitty tiny pieces, but even then as long as my blood exists, even a single drop, there's a possibility I would return. So just having your hounds rip my throat out wouldn't work, all it did was just piss me off.
So I'll make this simple for you, kill yourself and let nature carry out its course. I'd rather not kill a thousand men and women just to get to you. Because seeing how cowardly you are, I doubt you have the balls to face me in a straight up fight, after all you did just try to kill me without an honorable battle. You have 30 seconds, after that, I'm killing everything and everyone in front of me."
Chapter end
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