Chapter 392: The eyes watching from above
Holding up his hand, Arthur saw a small stain of silver blood on the back of his palm, cleaning it off as he recalled his fight against the three Celestials on the day of the Nemo Galaxy auction.
"Damn...if it wasn’t for Grandma Aurora, I would have actually died then."
Certainly, his decision to leave Luke behind wasn’t exactly the best, and it even caused strains in his relationship with the man.
"Too bad I can’t change the past...besides, I think I’d still make the same decisions again. After all, I would not have realised I was a Sub Cosmic being if it wasn’t for that.
I probably would not have gone on that Training Trip in the Crystal Realm with Dad, and I would not have been able to cast the Third Magic."
The ’Third Magic’ was one of Arthur’s greatest boons, besides his Progenitor status.
Because of that spell, he had gone from Superior Grandmaster to Inferior Legendary in the span of a few months.
"Well, I could have become an Epic Realm long before that, but I was just sticking around as a grandmaster so I could do that foundation training with Layla and the others."
Arthur heaved a sigh as he thought of his friends back in the Hell Universe, silently reaffirming his decision to go back for a few days after leaving Aramis so he could meet them.
"I’d like to bring them along with me if I can..."
He looked at the Cosmic Teleporter on his arm and counted the gems on it, noting how many trips he had left. This then brought the memories of the Two-plus months he spent inside Lucifer’s Domain, the training he went through, gaining Lucifer’s Null and his weapon as well.
"I also met with the Progenitor Titan Hyperion, someone who knew about ’Balance’."
Arthur had tried to see if he could re-establish a connection to Hyperion through Lostvayne, but that proved to be impossible.
"I hope I can do so when I get stronger...I need him to answer my questions.
If I can get answers, I might be able to understand if these visions and dreams I keep having are really Visions of the Future..."
As he reminisced on his experience in Lucifer’s Domain, he couldn’t help but remember that little ’talk’ he was forced to have with Cattleya and Jaelyn where they discovered that there was someone whom he fancied.
"Talking about your First Love with your mother is embarrassing as hell."
He spoke with a light chuckle as he sat up and then got to his feet, holding up his arm and coating it with a bit of energy.
"I’ve recovered quite a bit; enough for me to use long-distance teleportat-Oh, I’m back to normal."
Arthur suddenly realised that his ’enlightenment’ state had worn off some time ago. He didn’t know when that happened, just that it had happened.
Nevertheless, he didn’t really care, as the battle was over.
"I’ve recovered a bit of my energy while I was reminiscing so now is the time to get the fuck outta here.
I also need to sleep as well."
The soldiers of the Outer City had definitely sent out multiple SOS messages to as many other bases as they could, so he wanted to leave before any of those reinforcements arrived.
When they arrived, they were only going to find the corpses of multiple gods, and Divine Humans and some regular soldiers.
Not a single person in Duskhand’s Inner City was alive anymore.
Arthur unfurled his wings and floated up into the air, about to begin conjuring his teleportation spell when a giant floodlight from the Outer City, shone on him from right outside the barrier.
The light passed through the hole where the last god who escaped had blasted open and right on his back.
"Hmm...let me put on a little show."
With that thought, he stretched his hand backwards and crafted a summoning circle, calling forth a single Epic Realm Hellhound and sending it right towards the Floodlight.
The monster pounced on the building with the light and smashed the light to pieces, before going on to do the same to the building with a loud booming roar.
After that, Arthur dismissed the summoning and enveloped his body with ambient cosmic and space law energy, using his wings as a catalyst to speed up his spell casting.
Slamming his palms together, he voiced out two words.
"Greater Teleportation."
**VUP!
Just like so, the young Progenitor disappeared from Duskhand after having massacred the entirety of its Inner City and killing multiple gods.
This news of this was going to propagate across the Gledea continent at lightning speed, and would spark the beginning of the anecdote of a Demon known as the ’Silver Summoner’.
While Arthur had left that last god to spread information about him, the boy failed to take into account a few things.
Namely; the increased Strength of his ’Null’ due to him gaining a Destruction Pseudo-Authority, and just how dangerous Lostvayne was as a weapon.
That last strike where he threw the sword actually damaged the god’s soul to the point where the man had lost most of his skills.
Null had destroyed the runes on his soul, and Lostvayne possessed the ability to devour souls, wounded the man’s body and soul so much that it fragmented his memories.
Because of this, when the man returned to the other gods in the Northern part of Gledea, the only information he could give them about Arthur was what remained in his fragmented memories.
’A Silver Haired young ’demon’, with high levels of proficiency in manipulating the laws of Time, Destruction and Summoning.’
The information about his ’Anti-Divinity’ would not be in the equation, alongside information about his facial features.
So, Arthur could actually waltz right into their base and they wouldn’t know he was the ’Silver Summoner’ they were after.
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A few seconds after Arthur had used Greater Teleportation, a salt and pepper-haired man standing at 6 feet 2 inches with a commanding presence, looked down on the entirety of the Duskhand Bastille from an altitude of over 50 kilometres above sea level.
The man was well within the planet’s stratosphere, but he could see everything happening in Duskhand like he was down on the ground.
His facial features were chiselled, adorned with a neatly trimmed beard and blue eyes that held a depth of knowledge, and a firmness that hinted at a lifetime of making important decisions.
From his muscular physique, it could be noted that he was no stranger to an active and dynamic lifestyle.
"That boy Alvey has found someone interesting."
He stroked his chin as he muttered those words, recalling scenes from Arthur’s fight in Duskhand from the beginning till the end.
"And that ’Progenitor Authority’, so he is the new race’s progenitor."
Just as he said that, the space beside him distorted and a smartphone warped into existence, its call function on and loudspeaker activated.
[McEnda! What are you doing?]
"What? It’s just a weak Transcendent Avatar.
What about it?"
[’What about it?’ Are you really asking me that? If those pigeons find out about your avatar...]
"Pigeons? Do you mean the Flugel Kings? They can’t discover anything."
The man calmly addressed the Deity Realm existences who ruled over the Flugel Race in the Orithyia galaxy as ’Pigeons’.
"Leaving those pigeons aside. I’m coming over to where you guys are.
Call the other Kings, I have a proposal regarding someone that boy Alvey discovered."
[Alvey Sargon, again? Sounds interesting. Count me in, I’d call Westley and we’d make a Walpurgis vote.]
The voice on the other end of the phone replied to the man’s words, before ending the call and warping the phone back to his location.
His teleportation left spatial traces, however, traces that were left on purpose so the man floating in the sky could discern his location’s coordinates.
"Gate."
With a single word, the man—Demon King McEnda II—broke open a spatial gate and disappeared beyond it, vanishing from the planet Aramis’ atmosphere.
