Chapter 368: Even a Pile Can Bury Him
Chapter 368: Even a Pile Can Bury Him
Queen Fengpeng's sharp and almost glowing eyes contemplated for a moment before shaking her head and saying, "Great Goddess of the Abyss, although according to the ancient covenant, I cannot refuse your request, I also have an agreement with the Draconian Empire and cannot personally intervene to help you with this human."
"So, your Divine Energy Crystal, I accept it with gratitude."
Although Queen Fengpeng was a powerful Epic-level peak warrior, her strength was not the key factor for the Draconian Empire, which had more than a dozen Dragon Knights.
The key was her speed.
Queen Fengpeng, nicknamed 'Lightning Runner', was unmatched in her swiftness.
The name 'Lightning Runner' Cress was renowned among all Epic-level warriors, which was why the Fengpeng clan could nest in the Beverly Pass region.
The Empire was not one to be trifled with, and it was only after several unsuccessful attempts to suppress them that they reached an agreement with Queen Fengpeng.
"Then there's no problem. Thank you very much, Sir Ren, for your honest report. We will immediately submit this situation report," Ferdinand said with a slight bow.
Seeing Ren's expression, the crowd became even more curious.
Ren raised an eyebrow, took the letter, and began to read it.
"Sir Ren, you truly live up to your reputation as the Empire's Golden Knight!"
Ren nodded; he had heard of this type of protective sorcery.
After reading both official letters, Ren continued to describe the battle.
"Sir Ren, do you plan to return to Minster Province immediately?" Upon hearing Ren's plan, Admiral Hoy and Luther exchanged a glance, immediately understanding why Ren was doing this.
Ren then realized why both Admiral Hoy and the two Swordbearer department heads treated him with such reverence.
"Er, Sir Ren, one last question. How do you assess the overall strength of the projection?" Ferdinand asked his final question.
Although Ren was powerful, he was not an Epic-level warrior.
Originally, he had planned to go to the imperial capital, Tamriel, but now it seemed like a good opportunity.
Among the numerous deities recorded in the imperial archives, this one was also ranked high. How could such a being experience emotional fluctuations that would affect their power?
After all, if he could reveal a weakness of this deity to the Empire, that would be excellent.
"Sir Ren, in order to provide a more accurate report of the situation you encountered, please don't mind if Ferdinand and Leyana ask any offensive questions," Admiral Hoy said with a smile.
Initially, Merik had received a mission from his queen to seek out the target, Ren, guided by the Divine Energy Crystal.
They were also quite puzzled by this.
After replenishing nearly a hundred rare metals, such as Hardened Essence Gold and Enchanted Silver, Ren not only fully compensated for the rare metals consumed in the previous battle but also had a significant surplus compared to before.
"Of course, it's a small matter. Leyana, please note down what Sir Ren needs and help expedite the process," Admiral Hoy agreed immediately.
Although he was curious, Ren was now the Empire's Golden Knight, and even as a department head, he had to show the proper respect.
He felt a bit embarrassed to say it himself.
Of course, if it were the deity's true body or an exceptionally powerful incarnation, these protective sorceries would be as useless as thin paper. However, if it were just a projection or a divine manifestation, they would be highly effective.
A few minutes later, the efficient middle-aged woman Leyana asked again, "Sir Ren, according to your description, the projection used most of its energy for the final attack, which was powerful but somewhat reckless."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Maybe my constitution is a bit special, tough skin, thick flesh, and good stamina, which caused the projection to consume a lot of energy." Ren paused slightly before replying.
"Haha, right, I almost forgot. Sir Ren, you haven't received this news yet." Admiral Hoy smiled and gestured to the middle-aged man beside him.
After some small talk, Luther arranged for the group to move to a more secluded small conference room.
The second letter was from Admiral Edward: "Return to Minster Province. Prepare."
Everyone in the room was stunned.
"Are you skilled in close combat? That happens to be our clan's specialty." Queen Fengpeng Cress picked up the Divine Energy Crystal floating in mid-air and muttered.
"Admiral Hoy, Lord Ren, this room is protected by multiple anti-eavesdropping and surveillance wards, effectively blocking certain prying eyes from a distance."
Even Ferdinand, who was taking notes, and Leyana, who was holding a pen, stopped and looked up, their eyes wide with shock, unable to believe what they were hearing.
After all, this involved the recovery of a true deity, and any level of caution was warranted.
"Usually, it's hard to be so easily provoked."
"It's hard to imagine why that deity would do such a thing."
In Maen City, within the Snyder Family's residence.
A few moments later, Admiral Hoy was the first to react, exclaiming in a loud voice:
It wasn't that Lord Ren was greedy, but rather, his transformation into a dragonborn required more metal reserves for his weapons, armor, and the release of metal magic.
"Not exactly, I was a bit arrogant at that time. Oh, and since both of you are taking notes, remember to add a note that I said those words to provoke the other party."
Turns out, his current assignment was with the Swordswielder Headquarters, and among all Swordswielders, he held the highest administrative rank of Golden Knight.
"Lord Ren, one is an official letter just forwarded from the Minster Province today, and the other is an attachment, a letter from the Swordswielder Headquarters," said Ferdinand, a middle-aged man, as he took out two official letters from a briefcase and handed them to Lord Ren.
This didn't make sense.
But there was another question: What did this young Swordswielder named Ren do to make a deity so concerned? Cress pondered for a moment, but couldn't quite understand.
"My Advanced Steel Heart Meditation, second level, is still at the school," Ren thought to himself.
Hundreds of wind griffins were circling, and among them, a particularly large golden-winged griffin, the mutated griffin known as 'Gutripper,' led by the Griffon General Merik.
"This... I'm a bit embarrassed to say this," Ren hesitated.
Ren recalled the battle and answered seriously.
"Did you say or do something else?"
Ten minutes later, Leyana, a capable middle-aged woman, asked with a puzzled expression:
But Ren still underestimated the power of his words. As soon as he finished speaking, the room became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop! Even Admiral Hoy, who had seen a lot, looked at Ren with an expression as if he had seen a cow flying, completely taken aback.
His emblem was still that of a Diamond Swordswielder, and the Golden Knight emblem could only be changed at the Swordswielder Headquarters.
"Oh, Lord Ren, your badge and letter," At this moment, Luther remembered something and took out a transparent circular badge and a letter from his pocket, handing them to Ren.
"Haha! Well done!"
As everyone took their seats, a man and a woman, department heads behind Admiral Hoy, quickly took out their notebooks and pens, diligently recording what was happening.
"Ahem, Lord Ren, if it involves your privacy, there's no need to reveal it," Admiral Hoy coughed, offering an excuse.
"Ahem, remember to note that I said that to provoke the other party," Ren, seeing the expressions on everyone's faces, realized how shocking his words were and felt the need to remind them.
Could it be that Lord Ren before them had done something extraordinary?
"When the other party tried to recruit me again, asking for my submission. But I said, 'Perhaps if you submit to me, I might consider it!'"
Fortunately, the Blood Feather Wyvernel was known for its incredible strength, and speed was not its forte. A little slower was acceptable as long as it could fly.
Luther's heart was screaming: 'What the heck, Lord Ren!'
"Yes, I can testify to that. Lord Ren's unique physique was demonstrated during the battle with the Primordial Dragon Kolrax," Luther added.
One hour later.
After bidding farewell to Luther and the others, Ren and Leyana flew south once again.
No wonder! "Are you heading to the imperial capital?" "Yes, I do need to go."
"Take care, Lord Ren," the two note-takers, including Ferdinand, nodded repeatedly, their pens frantically scribbling in their notebooks.
"Hmm," Ren said, his face showing realization.
"I see," Ren nodded, understanding.
Leyana's question was met with nods from the others, including Admiral Hoy.
Ren began to slowly narrate the story, and even the titled knight Luther listened attentively.
But after some thought, Ren decided to be straightforward.
"Please forgive my boldness, Lord Ren, but how did you manage to defeat them?" Ferdinand asked, puzzled.
Was this arrogance? Luther searched for the right words to describe Ren's bold statement but couldn't find any.
"So, did you make them angry with your words or actions?"
As Ren finished speaking, the black-robed girl, Hela, transformed into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared before the Windwing Queen's eyes.
Ren's face flushed slightly as he spoke the latter part of his sentence.
"Hmm? Admiral Hoy, you must be mistaken. I'm a Diamond Swordswielder, and only the Swordswielder Headquarters would have Essence Gold-tier Swordswielders," Ren replied, now confused.
"Of course not, I understand. It's just work," Ren smiled.
"By the way, this human can transform into a Dragonborn and is skilled in close combat."
Ren naturally glossed over the system and the allocation of skill points.
"Cress, go and fetch Merik!" she ordered.
"Actually, I didn't say much. They said 'Surrender or die. I said neither. I added, 'You're hurting me, so I'll strike back!'"
Merik looked at Ren with a hint of surprise, and the efficient woman smiled, "Lord Ren, what you've described is of great importance. According to Swordswielder regulations, any matters concerning deities must be reported to the Swordswielder Headquarters immediately."
After quickly reading the two official letters, Ren nodded.
If what Ren said was true, then this opponent was too powerful for anyone to defeat, including Ren. Even the Imperial Guardian, an Epic-tier warrior, wouldn't stand a chance.
"Cress, consider this Divine Crystal as my gift. Send your people to deal with this human, and I hope you won't take it lightly," Goddess of the Abyss Hela said, gazing deeply at the Windwing Queen.
It wasn't that he had forgotten, but now that he recalled, his words seemed a bit... well, arrogant.
"It's hard to say. From the energy limit they can control, it seems they haven't reached the Epic tier, but their magic and extraordinary combat skills have surpassed the limits of Crystal Mages or even titled knights," Ren explained.
However, this didn't align with Ren's description.
First, the promotion letter: "Report within one month of promotion."
"If there are rare metals in the Maen Branch, I plan to replenish some," Ren said after some thought.
After all, Goddess of the Abyss Hela was renowned since ancient times.
Their behavior didn't match the records about Goddess Hela in ancient books.
"That's fine, Lord Ren. Is there anything you need to replenish?" Admiral Hoy asked proactively.
She understood why Goddess Hela had sought her out.
"The Frostclaw Bear Mercenary Corps is still in Maen City. Do you want to meet them?" Luther added.
In the skies above Beverly Pass.
"No need, just inform Lord Vandar and Lord Dalere. I plan to return to Minster immediately," Ren shook his head.
"Then, they seemed very angry," Ren shrugged.
At least, that's how outsiders would perceive it.
In the ancient records about Hela, her behavior was described as rational, proud, and wise.
"Of course, Lord Ren," Leyana and Ferdinand agreed.
"Excuse me, Lord Ren, you mentioned that you refused their recruitment, and they were angry. But even if it's just a projection of a true god, they are usually highly intelligent," Leyana said.
"As you command, Your Majesty!" - Meanwhile.
But just as Merik was about to set off, it was surprised to find that the other party was rapidly advancing towards Beverly Pass.
In other words, it didn't need to take the initiative to attack; the other party was already walking into its trap.
However, for the task assigned by the Queen, Merik wouldn't take it lightly. It gathered thousands of Windwings under its command.
Even if the other party was powerful, as long as they weren't Epic-tier, Merik was absolutely confident.
After all, with thousands of Windwings, each capable of a Wind Blade, they could easily overwhelm this Ren!
(End of Chapter)
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