Above The Sky
Chapter 642 - 642 600 Star Prison Tianyu 13

642: Chapter 600 Star Prison Tianyu (1/3) 642: Chapter 600 Star Prison Tianyu (1/3) ——Again, I’ve been found out?

This was Ian’s rather unsurprised thought.

In fact, when he had learned from the Second Prince that Duke of Solin was actually a disciple of Yinaiga II, he considered this possibility and thus appeared in the identity of the Ghost Valley Knight.

In the now tremoring diorama, Ian and the Dead River Armament controlled by the Duke of Solin were arrayed at the beginning and end of the Scarred Channel,

Both sides were silent for a while.

The Dead River Armament slowly floated in mid-air, but this time, unlike when it was operated by Viscount Awak, there was no torrential bloodshed.

Instead, a peaceful and quiet darkness spread, carrying the tranquil moonlight, forming a silver moon in the sky above the entire diorama.

Bloodline Inheritance “Dark Night Silver Shadow,” also known as the “Moon Candle Bird,” is a kind of sub-physical Magical Beast that dwells in the ionosphere of Terra, feeding on an endless supply of tiny Essence Mayflies in the atmosphere.

On moonless nights, it would release its silver radiance to attract a multitude of planktonic creatures to converge and be consumed.

The night sky at that time looked as if someone had lit a silver candle at the pinnacle of the heavens, and the boundless candlelight from all directions gathered towards it, shining like the true moon.

It was not actually a bird, but a creature similar to a jellyfish, ecologically akin to the Dragon Whale; only at that time, Terra People could not differentiate whether the creature flying in the sky was a bird or something else, hence the name was given to it.

The lineage of the Duke of Solin was inherited from such a Magical Beast.

He floated in mid-air, endless luminescent dust converging behind him into spheres of light.

This Fourth Power Level powerhouse silently stared at Ian in front of him, at the ‘Ghost Valley Knight,’

“You are the inheritor of Hiliard…” his voice sounded like a sigh, also as if it were a delighted exclamation, “The Unyielding Fortress—after more than a decade, I see it once again.”

“What an unexpected pleasure, your existence gives meaning to a plan that was nearly a failure.”

As he spoke, he gently pointed towards the direction where Ian was—immediately, a sphere of light shattered, and the stored silver luminescence gathered into an arrow, turning into an arrow of light racing towards Ian.

This arrow of light was extremely fast and utterly abrupt; neither dust nor air currents were disturbed by its passage, and if one were not paying close attention, it would be impossible to see it before being hit.

But Ian’s eyes tightened, the nether aura of the Youming Armor and the phantom image of the Silver Scale Armor surfaced on his body, and he raised his hand to block it.

Thump, the arrow of light had no killing power—or rather, it had no killing power against Ian, who used the Youming and Silver Scale Armors.

For a typical Sublimator, a hit to a vital point would certainly be lethal—it had extreme penetrative force and shattered against the palm of Ian’s hand of essence.

The fragments overflowed, soaking into the structure of the Silver Scale Armor.

The Duke of Solin withdrew his hand, and the scattered silver dust returned behind him as the silver eyes of Dead River Armament closed, “Indeed, the Rock Cast Knight… such pure Origin Quality, that’s at least a dozen years of cultivation… the timing is correct.”

“So, the First Knight was training you in his last moments…”

He sighed and said, “When he left that year, he did not tell me his destination.

I knew he trusted no one, myself included… I thought he was resigned to his fate, but I never imagined he still left behind a spark.”

“This is good news,”

The Duke of Soren lowered his head, looking towards Ian who was squinting his eyes, his voice carrying a vague buzz, like a radio with a poor connection, “Young knight, what is your name?”

“Nevermind,” but quickly, he corrected himself, “It does not matter if you do not say.

Indeed, your existence should not be known by more people, and it’s better that I do not know.”

At that moment, Ian understood, and a realization struck him: “So that’s how it is.

I wondered how my teacher could wander on Terra for so many years without being discovered?

Even I have often exposed my identity; given my teacher’s character and temperament, it’s only normal that he would be exposed!”

“Someone must be helping him conceal his identity, and not just one person—the Duke of Solin…

might be one of them!”

Although this was a conjecture Ian made based on his own experiences, it was indeed true.

Hiliard had also mentioned vaguely that he had the help of some people, and The Empire had never truly gone to great lengths to capture him… In addition, as Master Gossay had said, as long as he attained the Fourth and Fifth Energy Levels, if he were to return to The Empire, no one would bother him.

Instead, they would regard him as the successor to the First Knight.

From this perspective, although the Nobles did not want Inega II to return, if it were just the First Knight, his return would be acceptable.

However, Ian considered this to be just the wishful thinking of those who didn’t know about the ‘Silver Chip’; the actual situation couldn’t possibly be that simple.

Adalbert turned his head to look at Ian, his eyes wide with shock.

Although he had indeed considered that his ‘fellow species’ might have some remarkably notable identity, he had never thought that this seemingly indifferent, sharp-tongued, but in reality quite approachable Ghost Valley Knight, was actually taught by the First Knight who had served the Former Emperor Inega II decades ago!

“Now that you know my identity,”

Since he had been seen through anyway, Ian dropped the pretense—at least the pretense of being Hiliard’s disciple and the inheritor of the Unyielding Fortress Legacy.

As for the rest of his guises, he still wanted to keep them—He took a step forward, speaking out loud to the Duke of Solin, “Then, Duke of Solin, why would you commit such atrocious deeds?”

His voice was filled with righteous indignation, partly genuine and partly feigned: “The Former Emperor’s plan was never like this… Even if he was a Deceased Monarch, he was never as we see now, let alone the ‘Dead River Armament’ you now control—such vile things, why would you meddle with the taboo?!”

At this moment, Ian’s speech even deliberately carried some of Hiliard’s usual speaking style.

Upon hearing these words, the Duke of Solin could not help but be slightly startled; he fell silent, his aura showing a repeated cycle of flares shifting from pale white to grey silver.

It was only after a while that he slowly said, “This is evil, I am aware.”

“But I do not believe it is wrong.”

It was obvious that even the Duke of Solin had been entangled in Ian’s web of words—he was essentially admitting that Ian fully knew what Legacy he possessed.

Indeed, Ian had almost figured it out based on Adalbert’s narration…

The Spirit Energy Refuge and the Spirit Energy Ark Spaceship, to be exact.

According to his current profiling of Inega II, this answer was almost certainly correct.

But there were still some details he didn’t quite understand, and he hoped to coax out a little more about the ‘Dead River Armament’ and ‘Savior of the Nameless’ from the Duke of Solin.

However, Ian hadn’t expected that perhaps he had underestimated the significance of his identity as ‘Hiliard’s last inheritor’…

When the Duke of Solin spoke, it was with a revelation that made both Ian and Adalbert’s pupils quake: “To face the ultimate destruction that will eventually arrive, to confront the despairing reality of the Star Prison Infernal Heaven,”

“We must exhaust all efforts to try… try to fight against such a future.”

“Whether it’s the Deceased Monarch or the River of Death, or the elusive Savior, we must try everything, do anything—doing may be wrong, but not doing will definitely not be right,”

“Moreover, I don’t believe I am wrong.

Even if Inega and Hiliard were resurrected and stood before me, I would answer them the same way.”