Superhumans of the Dome City-Chapter 1303 - 139: Fulfillment of All Wishes (4)

King Morton, the guardian of Albion Island, founder of the Kingdom of Morton, and one of the most renowned Dragon Slayers in the world. Even the children of the Yong Guang Empire have heard of his name, and now this monarch from two thousand years ago sits opposite the four, curiously examining Mo Yuankai’s mechanical creations, looking nothing like a retired old man with no imposing presence.

At first, Gongsun Ce doubted the authenticity of the other party’s identity, but when Morton began to appraise the two female knights with a discerning eye, he was completely convinced of this person’s origin. The two Superpower Users leaned forward slightly, just enough to block the old king’s view, and King Morton smiled upon seeing this.

"Don’t be so tense, children! I’m certainly not going to make a move on ladies from two thousand years later!"

"Are you sure?" Gongsun Ce asked skeptically. King Morton coughed once, "Well, if I truly were resurrected, I wouldn’t mind starting a second life. But after all, this is just Kong Hua’s illusion, isn’t it? And I never make a move on married women..."

Mo Yuankai remained expressionless, "But back in the day, there were rumors of your rendezvous with the wife of a knight."

"Those are absolutely baseless rumors!" the old man replied with a righteous face, "Enough of this nonsense, I don’t know how much time is left, let’s first talk about the cause of those two’s grievances."

Everyone sat upright, the old king gazed through the steel wall towards the battlefield of the Kings, with a hint of melancholy in his eyes, "That takes us back to an unknowable number of ages past, when this world experienced an incredibly chaotic era. That world was worse than the wildest battlefield you could imagine, thousands of times worse, with multiple kings engaging in chaotic warfare simultaneously. All the kings’ entourage were the ’giant dragons’ you know, and their battlegrounds had long moved beyond the earth, extending into the dark cosmos.

Back then, the sky was neither day nor night, at any time you could look up and see dazzling brilliance. That was the glow of the kings leading their entourages in battle, their warfires blazing through the void and the earth, and occasionally, the aftermath of their attacks would spread, causing countless spherical lands to perish as a result."

King Morton described the past with his simple understanding, while Gongsun Ce speculated he was trying to convey a cosmic war. The elder spoke with an indistinct sense of longing, as if the warrior’s blood within him boiled because of the war.

"It was truly an extraordinary conflict! Unconcerned by benefit, unconcerned by life, the Kings fought for ’reason’ greater than life and glory. But the greatness of the battlefield did not benefit the common people, you should imagine how difficult it was for those unaligned with any entourage at the time."

King Morton sighed, "At that time, people had no ’lifespan’, they were all immortal. Yet an immortal being can still be injured, can still suffer, can still be killed by stronger beings. If you wanted to grow strong, you had to become a king’s entourage, and if you became an entourage, you were no longer ’yourself’. Back then, clinging to self was extremely difficult, as it meant you could not join any king’s ranks, you could only rely on your feeble strength to face a cruel world...that was much scarier than the Dragon Disaster, children, far scarier."

King Morton spoke with a stern expression, seemingly having witnessed those stories firsthand. He paused briefly before continuing: "In such chaotic times, countless tragic lives were born. Among them was a woman weaker compared to her peers, she struggled to survive in the chaos, gathering a group of like-minded companions, hoping to end this meaningless strife. But their strength was too weak, her forces were soon crushed by the strong, all her companions were tortured and killed, only she narrowly escaped death."

The atmosphere in the fortress weighed heavy, filled with imagination, allowing Gongsun Ce to conjure the tragic fate of the king in her youthful days, the indelible flame of hatred in her eyes. Orianna asked softly, "Was that powerful one...the King of Greed?"

King Morton shook his head, helplessness and absurdity like dew in stone crevices, drifted across his wrinkled face.

"It’s worse than that, children...the woman struggled for unimaginable ages to exact vengeance, she finally grew strong, far surpassing her old enemies. She meticulously prepared, using every means at her disposal, hunting down her enemies one by one on the list, granting them the most brutal deaths.

She fought so hard, finally struck down all her foes but one, she thrust her longsword into the enemy’s chest, intent on completely resolving the enmity by giving him death. But just at the critical moment, all her strength suddenly vanished. The sword she had painstakingly forged shattered against the strong man’s body, her spirit like dead water, silent and unresponsive, while that enemy’s power increased tenfold, a hundredfold, far beyond her imagination!

Thus, her revenge failed in an inexplicable, ridiculous form, but the most bizarre part was yet to come: those enemies she had slain with her own hands resurrected before her eyes, each retaining their full power, each mocking her, this painstaking revenge drama reached its climax in such a bizarre manner!"

Gongsun Ce was stupefied, nearly hearing the ancient woman’s cries of despair. How long must she have struggled for this, even for the Immortal Species it was considered an endless time. She chewed on hatred, engraved sorrow, prepared for so long only to execute her enemies, but all efforts were in vain due to a sudden twist. Mortal endeavors were fragile as glass before unreasonable power, shattering with a mere touch.