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Chapter 132 - 114: The Performance That Made the Gods Laugh

Chapter 132: Chapter 114: The Performance That Made the Gods Laugh

Logos Kingdom was destroyed.

Many personally experienced this destruction, but it was hard to say exactly how it happened.

The Royal Capital’s army initially drove the rebels out of the capital, and under the leadership of the new King, they were winning battle after battle, with the seemingly impregnable throne within reach.

However, on a flat plain far from the Royal Capital, the rebels suddenly counterattacked, dealing Bandi a crushing defeat.

Bandi and Orenmo engaged in a bloody struggle for three years, with bloodshed visible nearly every month.

The battles between the two armies were extremely chaotic. At first, there was some semblance of order, but after several fights, both sides became utterly disordered.

Soldiers pillaged all around, leaving nothing green in their wake, with bones large and small scattered across the earth. In this endless war, the people of Logos were seeing red.

In the wake of the rebellion that swept across the kingdom, now there were those who fled, those who died, and the once-prosperous lands were reduced to ashes.

Not a single city-state remained intact. Amidst the wanton slaughter and looting, the Logos Kingdom, once home to hundreds of thousands, was left with only tens of thousands, either conscripted into the arm, or scattered sparsely upon the earth.

In the final battle, the Royal Capital’s army and the rebels engaged in a terrible fight on the plains near the sea.

Blood flowed like rivers into the ocean. The Unihorns watched in astonishment as the Logos people slaughtered each other, not understanding why those called ’brothers’ by the Gods would kill one another.

At first, both sides of the Logos people called out for help from the Unihorns, hoping the creatures would drown their enemies with sea water.

The Unihorns were in a dilemma, as Logos people from both sides pleaded in the name of God for their help. Which side should they assist?

These siblings of the Logos people could not determine which side was more righteous.

Ultimately, from the deep sea, the Whale King let out a profound call.

The long and heavy Song of the Whale resounded in the ears of the Unihorns. Befuddled and panicky, they watched the Logos people engage in mutual slaughter. After a long while, they heeded the call and submerged their heads into the sea, leaving the Logos people to their fates.

The Whale King had told them not to intervene in the human conflict.

Because according to the ancient pact.

King Yarlessto had once made a vow to the late Whale King:

The Logos people would never encroach on the Unihorns’ dominion over the sea, even if the Logos people vanished in the sands of time, even if the last of them perished from hunger or thirst upon the earth.

Similarly, the late Whale King had made nearly an identical vow to King Yarlessto.

The Unihorns would also never encroach on the dominion of the Logos people upon the land.

The boundless ocean belonged to the Unihorns, and the vast earth belonged to the Logos people.

Therefore, in accordance with the ancient pact, the Whale King ordered the Unihorns to return to the deep sea; they would not and could not interfere in the struggles and slaughter of the Logos people.

In this final battle, neither side received support from the Unihorns.

Both sides cursed the Unihorns for their betrayal, accusing them of refusing to drown their enemies.

Brutal slaughter ensued, accompanied by extraordinary powers crisscrossing the battlefield.

Bandi and Orenmo both begged the Gods for their favor and bestowed this favor upon their confidants.

The bloodiness of the battlefield intensified with the widespread use of extraordinary powers.

Blood mist filled the air, limbs were strewn everywhere, lightning flashed, beheading foes, then in an instant, those who had grown Dragon Scales were injured.

The two sides of Logos people, blessed by the Gods, were like two quarreling babies wielding butcher knives, engaging in an ignorant and foolish slaughter.

At the end of the decisive battle.

Both armies were heavily damaged, nearly annihilated.

Bandi and Orenmo, with their sharp spears pointing at each other, were drenched in blood.

Bandi, the bastard son, adorned with the King’s Crown he so desired, his eyes red with killing intent, disregarded everything as he fought Orenmo.

The unfurled Dragon wings carried an unmatched might, and the sharp spear thrust directly toward Orenmo.

Orenmo turned his head away, gritted his teeth, and lightning surged from his body. In the nick of time, Orenmo dodged the fatal blow.

He wielded the lightning, and thunder flickered in his hands as he mercilessly smashed it down onto Bandi.

Bandi, with his dragon scales soaked in blood, resisted the might of the lightning. With a roar, he was determined to defend his hard-won throne.

Enduring the pain, he hurled his spear with the swiftness of a thunderbolt, too fast for anyone to react.

After a prolonged battle, Orenmo too was drained of strength, both physically and mentally, nearly at his limit.

He could only try his best to dodge to the side, but the spear pierced through Orenmo’s flank.

Bandi let out an excited howl, grabbing a spear and charging toward Orenmo.

At that moment, a spark of electricity flashed by, and Orenmo’s loyal follower bellowed as he shot arrows laced with electric light at Bandi.

Bandi’s wings were pierced by the arrows, eliciting a painful howl. He turned his head and charged back.

In the blink of an eye, Bandi’s spear had pierced through the chest of Orenmo’s loyal follower.

Bandi wildly swung his might, pouring his fury onto his enemies again and again.

This psychologically fragile illegitimate child had become frenzied with killing.

Orenmo seized the moment. Clutching his spear tightly, with lightning converging upon him, he suddenly charged in front of Bandi, his spear cutting through the air.

Bandi was just turning his head.

"Ah!"

All of a sudden, his back was impaled by the spear, and thunder exploded upon the dragon scales.

Bandi’s eyes bulged. He reached out, attempting to tear apart Orenmo behind him.

The grace of the Giant Dragon had given him a formidable vitality. Bandi forcibly twisted his body, slashing at Orenmo with his claws.

Orenmo’s arm was brutally severed, and he issued out screams of exhaustion before clenching his jaw and focusing the lightning onto his spear.

In an instant, lightning centered on the spear burst forth from Bandi’s wound, striking a fatal blow.

Bandi’s body began to swell and char. With a look of astonishment, he tilted his head back, feeling overwhelmed by a sense of weakness. He could not fathom that his hard-earned throne was slipping away from him in the end.

The illegitimate son Bandi’s legs gave out, and his charred body collapsed backward without support.

The Logos crown fell from the bastard’s head and rolled onto the ground.

Orenmo knelt down. One of his arms was gone, his blood pouring out, but he didn’t care. With his remaining arm, he grasped the rolling crown.

Afterward, Orenmo, exhausted, shakily placed the crown upon his head.

At this moment, Orenmo looked up to the sky, the deep-seated revenge coursing through his veins, and he let out the cry of a victor.

But there were hardly any responses on this battlefield.

Orenmo stared blankly around him, seeing nothing but skeletons, blood, and the ashes from the ravages of war.

He soon broke into a wail, his face contorted to the extreme.

Prophet Al’s descendants had lost the Logos throne, and the King’s Throne had ultimately returned to the hands of the Sapo bloodline.

But this kingdom was now almost entirely destroyed.

Even though Orenmo wore the crown, the kingdom had long since lost its people.

Moreover, he was gravely injured and not long for this world.

The kingdom had become but an empty shell.

Skeletons were everywhere,

The ambition-driven struggles for the throne

Were nothing more than a farce that made the Gods scoff.

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