Genius Noble With System
Chapter 84: Aftermath

Chapter 84: Aftermath

They moved faster, seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.

"Finally out."

Apollo and the three finally stepped outside of Frostheld City. They found themselves a few miles away, gazing at the city in the distance.

"It seems the barrier surrounding the city has disappeared."

Master Aaron said as he looked at the sky, still covered in dark black clouds hovering above the city.

"It doesn’t matter; let’s leave."

Old Man Aragon said that and took the others in the opposite direction of the city.

"Hmm!"

In the sky, Boreas felt something and glanced toward Apollo and others.

"What’s the matter?"

One of the Demi-Gods asked, seeing his reaction.

"Nothing."

Apollo and his group pressed on with their journey, preparing to depart from the northern wasteland.

Within the city, a massacre unfolded as the marching army from the Eternal Ice Palace mercilessly slaughtered every member of the Dark Heaven Court they encountered.

Even innocent residents of the city fell victim to the indiscriminate violence, their lives taken without hesitation in the chaos.

They moved like relentless killing machines, leaving no one in their path unscathed.

The high-ranking members of the Dark Heaven Court and its three halls had already fled, leaving behind only a few low-ranking soldiers and weak scrubs to face the onslaught.

And they couldn’t do anything in front of strong, trained soldiers from the eternal ice palace. Even the weakest of them were at a peak second-rank limit breaker with powerful skills and fighting experience.

As the city gradually succumbed to the control of the Eternal Ice Palace, many powerful individuals gathered within the city hall, their combined presence filling the space with intense and palpable pressure.

City Lord Langenberg stood alongside the other members of City Hall, yet despite the newfound safety of the city, a sense of unease lingered within him. The troubles had not yet come to an end, dampening any semblance of happiness he might have felt.

"Langenberg, what you could say about the attack."

The leading member of the Eternal Ice Palace army gazed at him with a cold, unwavering stare.

He was a seemingly old man clad in silver armour adorned with light blue scales, exuding an aura of unfathomable power that surpassed even that of City Lord Langenberg.

Langenberg remained silent, knowing that they should have gathered all the necessary information regarding the attack and the goals of the Dark Heaven Court.

"Good! Good! You have hidden such a thing under our nose for hundreds of years."

"Tell me, where is the Dark King’s Crown? Revealing its location might mitigate your crimes," the leader demanded, his tone firm.

Even as a noble member of the Eternal Ice Palace, he couldn’t suppress his greed for such a priceless treasure.

But just as he was about to exert his authority, a tear in space unexpectedly materialized within the hall, and four figures emerged out of nowhere.

Instantly, he fell silent, along with everyone else in the room, as an overwhelming pressure enveloped them, causing their bodies to tremble. However, as quickly as it had come, the sensation vanished.

"You’re becoming greedier with age, Xandros. Is it because you’re unable to take that final step?"

Demi-God Boreas commented without a hint of deference in front of everyone, joined by another demi-god as they made their presence known.

Xandros, the leader of the soldiers, angrily looks at Demi-God Boreas, as the words just seem to tear his old wound open.

"Oh! You’re growing bolder, even daring to look back. Don’t assume that just because you’re from the main lineage, I won’t do anything to you."

In a fit of displeasure, he unleashed an unimaginably powerful aura that seemed to crush everyone to the ground, especially Xandros, whose face contorted with the weight of the force. The land beneath him began to crumble under the immense pressure, unable to withstand the crushing force.

But he refused to yield, summoning all his strength to remain standing upright even in the face of such overwhelming pressure.

Determined not to kneel, veins bulged on his forehead, and his legs trembled as he fought to remain upright. However, just as he was about to be forced to his knees, another Demi-God intervened, putting an end to the oppressive pressure.

"Stop it; it’s enough."

"I already asked the first elder, and he already decided the punishment."

Hearing this, the old Xandros, struggling to remain standing, was surprised that the Demi-God had directly contacted the First Elder.

"Langenberg, first, you will step down from the position of City Lord, and someone from the inner hall will take your place. Secondly, you will endure a ten-year punishment in the Ice Abyss Cave," the decree rang out, leaving no room for argument.

Langenberg accepted the decree with a sense of resignation, having anticipated such consequences. He found solace in the fact that the First Elder didn’t seem overly interested in the Dark King Crown and that his son would not face any punishment.

But still, he should remain outside, as now that the news about the Crown has come out, many others will also try to get it from him.

Even people within the Eternal Ice Place would covet it. So, remaining hidden is the best choice.

Xandros couldn’t help but voice his discontent: "What about the crown? It’s one of the rarest treasures, even for the Eternal Ice Palace. Shouldn’t such a priceless artefact remain in our possession?"

"Since the First Elder didn’t mention it, it seems the crown has no relevance to this matter; it’s entirely Lodbrok’s personal affair."

The Demi-God replied, devoid of emotion, though inwardly growing annoyed by Xandros’s persistent questioning.

Xandros wanted to say something again, but he felt a glare from the demi-God, so he suppressed his thoughts.

Langenberg, observing the situation, felt a wave of relief wash over him. It appeared that the Eternal Ice Palace had no intention of pursuing the Dark King Crown. Now, he could only hope that his son would be able to take care of himself and forge his own path in life.

With that, the situation in Frostheld City became more settled. Slowly, the people emerged from their hiding places, banding together to repair the damage inflicted upon their city.

A little far away from the Frostheld city, in a hidden place under an ice valley, many people gathered, and Vlad was also within them.

As the group of individuals were none other than those who had attacked the city, a person approached Vlad and delivered a message, "You’ve concealed many things; the elders are displeased and wish to select a new ninth ’God Son’."

Vlad’s expression shifted as he prepared to respond, but he halted as the person continued speaking.

"But they’ve granted you a chance—a mission. If you succeed, not only will you retain your position as the ninth ’God Son’, but you may even ascend further," the person added, offering a glimmer of hope amidst the uncertainty.

Vlad’s eyes gleamed with determination. He understood that the mission would undoubtedly be perilous, but he was willing to undertake it if it meant gaining strength and preserving his status.

"Wait for me; I will definitely take revenge for such humiliation," Vlad resolved silently, his thoughts briefly turning to Apollo and the others. With determination fueling his steps, he followed the person, disappearing into the shadows.

A few hours later, Apollo and others who were travelling within the northern wasteland met some trouble.

"Come on, kid, it’s all yours now. Us old folks are too tired to take care of it," Old Man Argon declared, casting a glance at the group of beasts, a sentiment that Master Aaron seemed to agree with.

Apollo reluctantly agreed as he was also tired from all the battles and non-stop running.

In front of him stood a group of Frost Wolves, the most resilient inhabitants of the northern wasteland, capable of surviving the harshest conditions.

There were a total of nine Frost Wolves, each possessing the individual strength of a first-rank limit breaker. Before he broke the limit, this group might have been hard for him to handle, but now they seemed too weak to pose a challenge.

"Blade Storm!"

Hundreds of ice blades, moving with astonishing speed, assaulted the group of wolves, catching them off guard. Half of the wolves were ensnared in the onslaught, pierced by multiple blades, and fell to their demise instantly.

Witnessing the fate of their comrades, the remaining wolves were overcome with fear. Even as beasts, they keenly felt the vast difference in power between them and their enemy.

But just as they attempted to flee, Apollo vanished and reappeared in front of one wolf. With a devastating punch, he struck the wolf so forcefully that its head exploded upon impact.

"I need to better control my strength."

He mumbled unintelligibly before resuming his assault, catching the Frost wolves off guard. Their attempt to flee was futile, as the confrontation swiftly came to an end.

"Let’s camp nearby and decide where to go next." Master Aaron said as he saw Apollo coming back covered in blood.