Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 1594 - 56 Earl Qian Nian

Chapter 1594: Chapter 56 Earl Qian Nian

The ferocious beast mount was adorned with a Luan carriage, surrounded by banner-spears displaying an array of prey skulls, including the severed head of the Agate Man, the short-statured Group Leader. It was impaled through the broken neck, piercing through the skull, with a swollen tongue lolling out and bulging eyes turned inside out – a terrifying sight to behold.

"No collectible value." The Great Chief tossed the two skulls aside. The fearsome hunting hounds that followed immediately pounced on them, swallowing them whole into their bellies.

The chieftains quickened the pace of the hunt, and the pressure on the survivors immediately surged.

Sitting atop the Luan carriage, the Great Chief clenched one fist, resting it against his forehead, eyes closed in repose. Such riffraff were not worth his intervention, and he didn’t even spare a glance at the battle, devoid of any interest. But in the next moment, he suddenly opened his dark eyes, staring towards the open wilderness to his right.

A black pillar of light, like a sharp sword, cleaved through space and stood upon the land, then expanded to form a grand, majestic Teleportation Gate.

Black arcs of energy overflowed like migratory fish, crackling as they swept the ground’s dust all around.

A female Knight, entirely encased in white steel armor, spurred her War Horse through the Teleportation Gate. Her gaze, sharp as a blade’s edge, swept majestically across the scenery.

The similarly armored magnificent horse snorted hot breath, leaving behind massive hoofprints on the ground with every step.

"Prey?" A servant of Third-order, after receiving a signal from the Great Chief, dragged a Curved knife and charged towards the female Knight.

The servant leapt up for a split strike, but the anticipated scene of cleaving the enemy’s body did not occur.

The female Knight wielded her Silver Dragon Riding Spear, and amidst the whistling winds, jabbed out dozens of spear shadows in an instant. The servant’s body burst with blood spurts as he tumbled across the wilderness, his eyes rolling back like a dying catfish gasping for air – clearly beyond saving.

"In my Lord’s name, purify the evil!" The female Knight held her riding spear upright at her brow, looking indifferently at the Great Chief, showing no fear whatsoever.

Her resonant and forceful voice drifted across the wilderness, and the female Knight standing there seemed to add a touch of refreshing fragrance to the Stone Age.

"Interesting!" The corners of the Great Chief’s mouth twitched slightly, "I have decided to make you my new female slave!"

A Third-order servant, strong enough to overthrow most of the Trojan Squad, was killed in an instant, but the Great Chief didn’t care one bit.

"Rolin, there’s no need for such formalities with heretics, just kill them," a male Knight clad in red heavy armor said as he rode his horse out of the Teleportation Gate.

His figure was burly and his voice deep. Along with the massive War Horse, he seemed like a moving war chariot. Each time the horse stomped down, it left footprints half a foot deep—indicating its astonishing weight.

"Willard, in your lifetime, you’ll probably never see Rolin in disarray," said a witch from the Middle Ages who came out next. She wore a wide-brimmed hat, sitting on a Broom.

A gentle breeze lifted her robes, revealing a pair of fair legs compelling enough to make any man gulp.

The Great Chief frowned slightly, feeling the surge of power from these uninvited guests, yet this was not enough to unsettle or frighten him.

"No matter who you are, you will die today." The Great Chief reached for the bone spear, forged from the spine of the most ferocious beast in the wilderness, ready to strike, but suddenly froze, his expression turning serious as he stared intently at the Teleportation Gate.

An eighteen-year-old youth rode out of the Teleportation Gate on a white horse, like a prince from the Middle Ages, dressed in ornate court attire. His handsome features were enough to put any flower to shame, with refined contours and lines more attractive to women than the most beautiful Jewel.

"Is our enemy this time another freak?" The youth glanced at the Great Chief and frowned in disgust at his ugly appearance.

The Great Chief was furious, yet the fluctuations of power emanating from the youth made him hesitate to act.

"Have you stared enough? Bow Dragon King, won’t you come out and greet an old Friend?" The youth, with a white Glove on his right hand, lightly lifted the reins, making the War Horse step forward in courtly dance before stopping before the Knight group.

"Old monster, every time I see your appearance, I feel nauseous. Are you really a Vampire?" A deep and hoarse voice filled everyone’s ears as the air carried it, causing even the three Knights to shiver uncontrollably.

The minor chieftains sensed trouble and closed in.

"I’m not a Vampire, but you’re certainly not human." The youth smiled, "The number one person in China Region, please call me Earl Qian Nian."

This eternally young man, also known as the old monster, was acknowledged as the number one person in Trojan World. A legendary figure who many had heard of, but few had seen.

Hegeminte Siegfried, rumored to have lived for a thousand years with an Undying body, the eternal Jewish wanderer, magician, and alchemist. He had numerous identities, each of which could be turned into a fascinating Story. He was once an exiled king who prophesied and participated in countless historical events. He was also a scientific oddity who studied Potion and chemistry to aid the poor...

"If you continue with your unbridled tongue, I might really fight with all my strength," the man nicknamed the Low Dragon King, wearing a black Protective Clothing with a large black cape, with his face unmasked but ever shrouded in a dark mist, preventing anyone from glimpsing his true appearance.

"Heretic, watch your tone," Rolin rebuked, pointing his lance at the bowing Dragon King, "I challenge you."

"Not interested." The bowing Dragon King had always been as elusive as a dragon - only its head visible, mysterious and unfathomably powerful. Nobody caught his eye apart from the old Monster, not even Bingxu or Vasily.

The Great Chief was dumbstruck, and so were the other chieftains, outraged that these people ignored them and conversed as if nobody else was present; it was detestable.

"I’ll make you pay!" The Great Chief wanted to roar, but the fleeting glances from Earl Qian Nian and the bowing Dragon King made him subconsciously shut his mouth. He felt fear, a sensation long forgotten since the day he became the king of this wilderness.

"The Holy Land War is about to begin, are you participating?" Earl Qian Nian looked at the clouds rolling leisurely across the sky and sighed, "I’m tired, I really don’t want to go through it again."

"That’s not up to you," the bowing Dragon King said with a flicker of disdain, "Sure enough, the older one gets, the more useless they become. My goal is to strike at the dark hand behind Trojan."

"You won’t succeed," Hegeminte shook his head. He had attempted before and failed, and thus had given up.

"Could you share your experience? Don’t worry, I won’t waste your breath." The bowing Dragon King gestured towards the Great Chief, "How about I let you handle him?"

The Great Chief was nearly furious to death. Was he a ball, to be tossed around at will?

The three knights of Rolin did not comment on the bowing Dragon King’s arrogance; he indeed had the power to match it. His nickname was borne from the fact that all who met him had to look up.

The bowing Dragon King, although alone, had subordinates who could teleport in at any time and launch an attack on the Great Chief and Earl Qian Nian’s side.

"I hate war," Hegeminte murmured, touching the ring on his finger, "I’ll leave this place to you, I’m leaving."

"No, I must conserve strength and participate in the Holy Land War. We’ll meet again." The bowing Dragon King, knowing he wouldn’t get any information, decisively left, "If it weren’t for the impending war, I would have to fight with you to determine who’s the best."

"Young man, always so impatient," Earl Qian Nian shook his head, looking toward the Great Chief, "Let’s fight, my time is limited."

"Kill them." The Great Chief let out a heaven-shaking roar, and the dozen chieftains around him bellowed and charged to overwhelm their prey.

The three knights of Rolin struck out, and with a shake of their lances, blood and gore spilled like rain.

The Great Chief moved, his strong body tearing through space, appearing beside Earl Qian Nian, a pity that before he could attack, his body suddenly stiffened.

"As I wish, physical restraint!" Earl Qian Nian sang out melodiously, glancing indifferently at the Great Chief, "As I wish, be gone."

The Great Chief rolled away, covered in soil, as pitiable as an arrow-struck rabbit, but soon leapt up and glared fiercely at Earl Qian Nian before pouncing again.

"Asgard’s Ancient Gold Court." Earl Qian Nian expanded his domain where within, the effects of all attacks are amplified and blessings and curses can support and strike allies and enemies outside the Gold Court. Moreover, it allows for the constant location tracking of team members, providing reinforcements and recalls, but the most powerful feature is teleportation.

Earl Qian Nian’s Seed Ability is called King of the Mystic Realm, undoubtedly one of the top three abilities in Trojan World.

The Great Chief attacked, only to be neutralized; it would probably take about fifty percent of Earl Qian Nian’s power to defeat him.

"God’s Decree, Intimidation." One of Earl Qian Nian’s abilities came from the Sybil’s Prophecy Book. Having completed all Nordic mythologies, conquered the hardest trials, and collected all Norse runes, he received the reward of the highest level of the Greater Wish spell. He could cast spells with minimal consumption swiftly. Facing ordinary Fourth Order warriors, he could even achieve instant speech-activated kills.

As for combat, Earl Qian Nian lacked enthusiasm. Having lived for hundreds of years and witnessed the vicissitudes of life, he had long lost the urge to fight. Living a tranquil life was his aspiration now.

Touching the Nibelung Ring, his epic unique Prop, Earl Qian Nian drew the Holy Sword. Amidst the resplendent light, the Great Chief was beheaded.

"The heir has finally appeared; my destiny is coming to an end." Earl Qian Nian watched the setting sun in the distance and sighed, feeling not loss, but relief.

"Where is the heir?" The Witch, who loathed killing, flew to the Group Leader’s side on her broom, asking curiously, "You’ve mentioned it twenty years ago, yet we’ve never found it."

"In China, I can sense it," Earl Qian Nian replied without looking back, heading towards the Teleportation Gate.

"You’re not going to save those Conquerors?" The Witch was surprised, remembering the original mission of the entire group’s mobilization.

"If they can’t even defeat the remaining Remnants, then they don’t deserve to live," Willard decapitated a chieftain and followed, leaving the Stone Age. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it with recommendation tickets and monthly tickets at QiDian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation.)