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Chapter 842 - 638: The Strongest Black Warrior_2

Chapter 842: Chapter 638: The Strongest Black Warrior_2

"King of Thunder, rest well. Before long, your body will grow back," came a response to the King of Thunder’s call, an aged yet steady voice carrying a special power that soothed the mind and spirit.

Startled by the voice, the King of Thunder cried out in disbelief, "Is that... Wang An? No, Elder Lord?" His voice hesitated slightly before he continued, "Was it you, Elder Lord, who saved me in the last moment?"

"Correct." As the firm and aged voice spoke, a figure shrouded entirely in a white robe appeared before the glass vessel where the King of Thunder was confined.

The figure was cloaked in a magnificent white robe, their face obscured, holding a golden sphere in their right hand, a symbol of their authority. Upon closer inspection, one could see a striking number "2" engraved on the golden sphere.

"The King of Thunder truly deserves to be the commander of the 72nd Army Corps and one of the three giants of the ’Imperial City.’ Even with your body destroyed, you have recovered consciousness so quickly," the figure in the white robe, holding the Golden Ball, spoke with composure and indifference. To the King of Thunder, however, these words carried an unsettling aftertaste.

"Elder Lord, with your power, if you could save me then, why didn’t you act earlier to destroy the accursed Black Warriors? Why subject me to such humiliation?" The King of Thunder couldn’t help but roar, feeling an endless sense of injustice and anger, despite having been saved.

Since this Elder Wang An could save him, he must have been present earlier; it was no coincidence that he acted precisely at the last moment. If he had arrived earlier, why didn’t he intervene sooner?

In the face of the King of Thunder’s furious questioning, the figure in the magnificent white robe uttered a slight hum of reproach, "King of Thunder, this was the decision of our ’Elders Council.’ The Black Warriors were created for a purpose, and you have no right to meddle recklessly. This was a matter that should have been reported to the ’Elders Council.’ Instead, you mobilized the army on your own initiative and rashly took action, causing significant negative impact to our ’Silver Empire.’ Can you bear the responsibility for that?"

The King of Thunder was taken aback. The Elder in the white robe slowed his tone, "Leave this matter to me, I will take full responsibility. Rest well here for a while. If you interfere rashly again and disrupt the overall situation and stability, the Elders Council will not spare you."

After saying this, the Elder in the white robe turned and left, leaving the King of Thunder stunned inside the glass vessel.

"Silver Empire," the three giants stood in balanced opposition. The King of Thunder commanded the 72nd Army Corps and was fully responsible for the battles against the "Demon City" and such. However, within the "Empire" lay the Elder Council which could oversee the three giants, limit their power and, if necessary, had the authority to sanction and remove their positions and statuses.

Hearing the reproach of the Elder, the King of Thunder was filled with reluctance, but at the moment, he could only swallow his bitterness. His top priority was to recover his strength before considering his next move.

The Elder in the white robe, carrying the Golden Ball marked with the number "2," walked out, his figure so elusive that almost no one could track his whereabouts.

Time passed until he stopped again, and by then, he had already arrived in a mountainous valley shrouded in solitude.

After sensing that there was no trace of anyone around, the Elder in the white robe took off his magnificent cloak to reveal his true face.

He was an ordinary-looking man, seemingly without any distinctive features, who appeared to be in his forties. However, his voice was very aged, and his hair, peppered with black and white, seemed to indicate a life filled with countless hardships and vicissitudes.

He rolled up the white robe and tucked it into the Storage Bracelet on his left wrist, then slowly rifled through its contents with a solemn expression on his face.

After a while, he took out a set of black armor.

Looking at the set of black armor, the Elder of the "Silver Empire" revealed an indescribable air of melancholy on his face.

For ten thousand years, even for them, the demi-gods who could live long enough, that was a very long period of time.

"Hundred Clans Settlement," the "Fire Meteor" in the sky still twinkled, and from all directions, scattered Black Warriors continued to converge.

Members such as the third squadron leader Wang Heng, the sixth squadron leader Ming Jing, the seventh squadron leader Zhang Kuo, along with Qi Ming, Lin Yi, and Mo Cheng, from the once eight great squadron leaders of the Black Warriors, had all gathered together. They surrounded Ada, discussing events from ten thousand years ago, while Su Yu, Qin Jiagui, Qing Huang, and others listened on the side.

Su Yu and Qin Jiagui had advanced to become Silver Soldiers, and were originally overjoyed, but suddenly, a large group of demi-god powerhouses appeared before their eyes, the disparity in strength was so huge, it rendered them utterly speechless.

This Upper Realm is truly filled with hidden dragons and crouching tigers, unfathomable.

Whenever Su Yu thought about that one super lightning bolt, with a strength of five hundred million volts, unleashed by King of Thunder—one of the three giants of the "Silver Empire"—he couldn’t help but break out into a cold sweat. The gap between his level and theirs was too vast; he wouldn’t even qualify as cannon fodder. However, his understanding of their power levels was also very vague. By his estimation, each of these Black Warriors was immensely strong, just like the first time he met the "artificial god" Xingyu.

In his perception, this group of demi-gods was overwhelming; a casual gesture from any of them could destroy heavens and earth. And Xingyu, along with the golden eagle-headed being, Maya’s Pillar Gods, and so forth, all seemed to possess incomparable strength.

"But I wonder, among them, who is a little stronger," Su Yu pondered silently.

At this moment, Ada began to inquire about news of the other squadron leaders.

Watching the squadron leaders present, Ada vaguely remembered them, but for those who hadn’t appeared, he felt as if there was a blank in his memory, unable to recall at all, and couldn’t help but ask. Qing Huang, who was extremely curious, bluntly interjected, "Among you Black Warriors, who is the strongest?"

Although Qing Huang’s interjection was quite rude to them, since Qing Huang was a cute young girl, no one took offense. The leader of the thirty-sixth small squad, Lin Yi, laughed and said, "The strongest? That would, of course, be our eight great squadron leaders."

The eight thousand Black Warriors were once divided into eight large squads; each had a squadron leader commanding a thousand warriors. Below the squadron leader were ten smaller squads, each with a hundred warriors and a small squad leader. Lin Yi was precisely the thirty-sixth small squad leader, belonging to the fourth large squad led by the fourth squadron leader. However, up until now, this fourth squadron leader had not appeared.

For Su Yu, Qin Jiagui, and others, the topic of who was the strongest was equally interesting, and they all paid close attention.

The seventh squadron leader, Zhang Kuo, said with a smile, "Speaking of the strongest among the Black Warriors present, that would have to be our third squadron leader, Big Brother Wang Heng."

"The strongest Black Warrior?" Admiration appeared in Qing Huang’s eyes as she looked at Wang Heng, whose appearance was plain, but whose eyes were incredibly sharp.

Wang Heng glared at Zhang Kuo and said, "You kid, aren’t you mocking me?" As he spoke, he looked up at the "Fire Meteor" in the sky and slowly said, "To truly speak of strength, among us Black Warriors, no one is more formidable than Big Brother, Second Brother, and... Eighth Younger Brother..."

Upon these words, everyone present fell silent, all looking up toward the "Fire Meteor" in the sky.

These veteran Black Warriors all thought of the same issue: why, after ten thousand years, had the three strongest Black Warriors not yet appeared? Could it be... they had encountered some accident? They dared not ponder deeper on this troubling thought.

Qing Huang, with her straightforward nature and thus unafraid of the formidable beings before her, asked curiously, "Who are Big Brother, Second Brother, and Eighth Younger Brother?"

"The first squadron leader, Zhang Xiang—Big Brother Zhang, the second squadron leader, Wang An—Second Brother Wang, and the eighth squadron leader, Bai Lei, these three, were acknowledged as the strongest among us eight thousand Black Warriors ten thousand years ago." As Wang Heng spoke, a proud expression washed over his face.

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