“Linley, we’re fine now.” Olivier led his wife and son over. “Apologies. We made you wait quite a long time. Let’s return to Indigo Prefecture.”
“Right.” Linley nodded.
And then, Linley frowned and glanced off into the distance. He saw an enormous sickle-shaped metallic lifeform fly over at high speed. It looked like a giant wind knife, and was flying straight towards this gorge, so fast that it caused wild air currents to erupt, sending quite a few trees and branches flying everywhere within the gorge.
“Who is it?” Bebe frowned.
“Looking for us?” Linley mused to himself.
Since they had flown into the gorge, clearly they people inside were looking for them.
At this moment, Linley willed his divine sense to spread outwards, sending it into that sickle-shaped metallic lifeform to investigate within. “Oh, four Highgods! One of them, that grim, black-haired elder…that should be the Lord Prefect of Skymount, Molde [Mo’er’de].”
Linley had previously received a book from Beirut regarding the experts of the various planes. Molde was listed in that book.
“Can it be that Molde has come to avenge his son?” Linley sighed mentally. He sighed at how Molde was not amenable to reason. Although Linley had yet to use his full power, the power Linley had displayed at Yustone castle, and then yet again when Linley had dealt with Bonin, was at a level beyond that which ordinary Lord Prefects might be capable of.
Molde should have predicted that Linley’s true power was greater than this. Why was it that he still dared to come?
Was Molde very powerful?
Based on what Linley knew, though, although Molde was an Emissary of the Bloodridge Sovereign, and in possession of a Sovereign artifact, in terms of power, he was a good deal weaker than the likes of Reisgem, Hemmers, and the like.
“Linley, what’s going on?” Olivier walked over, worried.
“It is the Lord Prefect of Skymount, Molde.” Linley said softly. “No need to worry.”
“Him?” Hearing this, Diana was startled, but when she thought about how powerful Linley was, she relaxed.
The enormous metallic lifeform that had been hovering roughly ten meters above them suddenly vanished, revealing four individuals hovering there in midair. The leader, that black-haired elder, had a cold, hard face, and eyes that flashed like knives. Just by standing there, he gave off the aura of being an enormous, growling beast, prepared to attack at any moment.
On his right arm, he was wearing that bracelet, which had those nine green pearls studded into it.
“Eh? Carrying a bracelet?” Linley rarely saw people wearing bracelets. After all, when experts battled, they would generally wear some sort of armor, so a bracelet wouldn’t be of much use. Still, there was still a very small minority of people who wore them…some, because of ancestral customs; others, because of local styles. Others just liked them.
In short, Linley was slightly surprised, but then he paid no more mind to it.
The Lord Prefect of Skymount, Molde, swept Linley’s group with his cold gaze. He looked like a mighty lion staring at five little sheep. The white-browed man behind Molde bowed respectfully and said, “Lord Prefect, of the five, that man with long white-black hair is Olivier. It was he who killed young master Bonin. The most powerful person in that group, however, is that brown-haired man. It was he who bound the young master, giving Olivier the chance to kill him. I don’t know his name.”
Lord Prefect Molde of Skymount gave Olivier a glance, then turned to stare at Linley.
“Do you know that Bonin is my son?” Molde growled.
“I know.” Linley said calmly.
Molde’s aura was astonishing, but to Linley, he was like a small dog yipping and baring its fangs at a giant.
“Hey, you are that Lord Prefect ‘Molde’ of Skymount?” Bebe began to laugh. “We spanked the young one, and now the old one comes! The Boss and I are about to go back right now. If you don’t plan on doing anything, then beat it. If you want to get revenge for your son, then stop wasting our time and attack already. After dealing with you, we’ll need to hurry home. We’re in a rush!”
“Impudence!” Molde was focused on Linley; he held Bebe in no regard. But these words by Bebe instantly enraged him.
“Rumble…”
The air seemed to explode as Molde charged leisurely towards Bebe, his right hand forming a claw which slashed through the air, easily ripping space itself apart.
“Crackle…” The claw howled through the air as it struck.
Linley frowned slightly. Instantly, a blurry, indistinct figure appeared in front of Molde. At the same time, with a ‘bang!’ sound, Molde’s head was viciously kicked, and Molde himself was sent flying away by this kick, moving like a meteor as he smashed into the side of the mountain, several tens of meters away.
With a booming sound, a giant spiderweb of cracks appeared on the mountain side, with a large, human-shaped hole at the center of the spiderweb.