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Book 18, Highgod – Chapter 8, Marvelous Treasures
“Third Bro, calm down!” Reynolds immediately shouted.
“Father!” Sasha and Taylor called out in terror as well.
They were afraid that after Linley learned of this matter, he would be unable to contain his rage and go attack Odin. Wharton, Reynolds, and the others all knew what it meant to be a peak Highgod expert. This was why despite Yale dying heartbroken and furious, before his death, he had instructed that Linley and Reynolds were not to avenge him!
It wasn’t that he, Yale, didn’t want revenge. It was that he was afraid that Linley and Reynolds would die because of him as well!
“Boss, let’s go kill him.” Bebe immediately charged outwards.
Linley suddenly stretched out his right hand, snatching Bebe. Staring at him, Linley said, “Bebe, don’t be impetuous!”
“Right. Don’t be rash.” Wharton said frantically as well. “Bebe, you and my brother need to calm down first. If revenge was possible, we would’ve taken it long ago. But if we aren’t able to do so, the end result would just be that our lives are lost as well. It isn’t worth it. We have to endure. Endure!”
“Endure my ass!” Bebe roared furiously. “So what if he’s a Seven Star Fiend? Centuries ago, before the Boss made his breakthrough, he killed five Seven Star Fiends by himself, much less now! Forget Seven Star Fiend…even if that Odin is an Infernal Asura, the Boss and I don’t fear him!”
When Linley had advanced from being a God to a Highgod, his power had risen by several levels.
He now not only had a godspark weapon, he also had Sovereign’s Might to use in the event of any danger! And aside from Linley himself, Bebe’s innate divine ability, ‘Godeater’, was a monstrously powerful technique. Although Bebe wasn’t strong in his normal attacks, when executing his supreme, divine ability, his power was comparable to Beirut’s!
If Linley and Bebe joined forces…how many people could possibly stop the two of them?
“What…what did you say?” Wharton was stunned.
“Before making a breakthrough? Killed five Seven Star Fiends?” Reynolds and everyone else was stunned.
Although they didn’t know much about what a ‘Seven Star Fiend’ truly represented, based on the way Beirut had said it, they all understood that Seven Star Fiends should stand at the peak of power amongst Highgods.
“Don’t worry. I’m confident in being able to kill Odin.” Linley said in a low voice. “If Bebe and I are incapable of killing Odin…Lord Beirut probably would’ve warned me about him back when we were in the Infernal Realm.” Beirut knew exactly what had happened back here in the Yulan continent. But Beirut hadn’t said anything about it.
Linley didn’t blame Beirut for Odin having tortured Yale. After all, Beirut couldn’t possibly have his divine sense spread out every moment of every day, paying attention to everything.
Nor did Linley blame Beirut for not having killed Odin in revenge!
“The reason he didn’t kill Odin was to let me do it myself.” A killing look appeared in Linley’s eyes.
“Third Bro, you are confident in being able to kill Odin?” Reynolds looked towards Linley disbelievingly.
“Big Bro.” Wharton was stunned as well, and he looked at Linley in amazed joy.
“Completely confident.” Linley’s voice was like ice. He then turned to look at Bebe. “Bebe, this Odin is nicknamed the ‘Vile King’. He tormented Boss Yale to the point of madness, to the point where life was worse than death. How can I allow this Odin to die so easily?” Only when a person was still alive would he fear terror and despair.
Once a person died, that person would no longer feel a thing.
But how could a bit of fear be enough to cause the blazing embers of rage in Linley’s heart to subside? How could it allow Yale’s tormented soul to be at peace?
“Third Bro!” Reynolds suddenly said loudly.
Linley turned to look. Reynolds’ face was covered with tears, and in his eyes was an extremely complicated mixture of rage and delight. “Third Bro, you must avenge the Boss and Second Bro! You must! Let their wronged souls, in the Netherworld, find peace!” Reynolds had wanted to take revenge for all these years, but he didn’t have the ability to do so.
He wasn’t willing to accept this!
But all he could do was hate himself for his inability!
What could he do? With the little bit of power he possessed…he would probably die before even reaching Odin.
“Get revenge!” Reynolds stared at Linley, placing his hopes upon Linley’s shoulders.
“Don’t worry.” Linley suddenly turned to stare at Wharton. “Wharton, immediately go make some arrangements. Have all of our intelligence reports on Odin be sent over, including those regarding his subordinates. Have everything sent over.”
“Alright.” Wharton hurriedly went to make the arrangements.
Turning his head, Linley stared at the nearby Delia, whose face was covered in tears as well. In a low voice he said, “Delia, don’t worry. That Odin will definitely die, and his death will be agonizing. I swear it!”
The Baruch Empire had been founded nearly two thousand years ago, and so its intelligence agents were now spread throughout the entire Yulan continent. They even know what was going on within the Odin Empire’s imperial palace. In the past, the Baruch Empire had constantly been collecting intelligence reports regarding the Odin Empire. Now that Linley had given the order…
The many intelligence reports were organized, collated, then delivered to Linley’s table.
In but a single night, Linley made his preparations for vengeance.
Odin Empire. The capital city of Ides province. A lavish estate.
Within a flower garden, a young noble youth dressed in luxurious robes was resting on a reclining sofa. Although it was a ‘sofa’, in reality, it was more like a bed. A beautiful maid was curled up on the bed as well, her clothes half-removed, revealing her snowy-white skin. As for the noble youth, his head was resting within the maid’s bosom.
“So slow.” The noble youth snorted unhappily.
Right at this moment, one beautiful young lady after another entered the flower garden, along with a middle-aged man who looked like a housekeeper who barked, “Hurry up. Over there. Five of you in each line. Stand straight.” Twenty five attractive, slender young women.
These twenty five young women all stood there in lines, rather nervous.
“Your Highness, they are all present.” The housekeeper immediately walked over humbly and said in a respectful voice.
“Fine.” The young noble replied, but his gaze was fixed on the twenty five women.
A wicked little smile appeared on his face. “They are indeed quite young, unlike those old maids of the Planar Prison who didn’t have any womanly airs at all.” With a wave of his hand, a flying dart flew out as he laughed loudly, “My pretty ladies, I’m going to play a game with you today. I’m going to blindly throw out this dart and whoever it hits, that person shall remove an article of clothing. Understood?”
The bodies of the twenty five women trembled, but none of them dared to resist.
“The dart won’t kill you.” The noble youth laughed softly.
He gave it a toss….
“Swoosh!” The dart flew out like lightning, striking towards the group of twenty five young women. But in the blink of an eye, it then returned into the hand of that noble youth.
“Ah.” A weak, surprised cry. A hint of blood appeared on the chest of one of the young ladies.
“What fresh blood.” The noble youth extended is tongue, licking the fresh blood from the flying dart, then laughed softly. “Undress.” He was confident in his skills. The darts would just barely slash open the skin of these ladies. Although it would hurt, at most there would be a hint of blood. Nobody would die.
The young lady’s body was trembling, but she still took off an article of clothing.
“Continue.” The noble youth once more threw out the flying dart.
This ‘game’ continued nonstop. In but a few moments, each and every one of the twenty five women had undressed, all of them standing there, slick and naked, amidst the flower garden. The housekeeper had quietly left long ago. He knew…that his Imperial Highness hated it when other men looked at his female playthings. His Imperial Highness could play with them, but if others were to watch…they would die.
The twenty five women stood there, naked and trembling, thin lines of blood flowing from their bodies.
The strange thing was, the bloody lines actually formed words.
“Whore.” “Love.” “Slut.”