Chapter 175: 175 – Ungrateful
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Mordred watched the entire brutal scene from the side.
It was more like a one-sided slaughter, as Lirian ripped the group to bits, body parts, guts and blood, soon coloured the burnt earth and not a single person remained.
The boy who was the first to point his sword at Lirian and Edith the most tragic fates of all, and as Lirian plunged his thumbs into the boys eyes, more than one person loudly winced as his eyes popped open to become a bloody mess.
And finally the slaughter came to an end as Lirian propped the body up and smashed his skull on to the ground causing his brains to grotesquely splatter.
Mordred thought back to little battle that his class had with and this was worlds apart, back then they all knew that Lirian was insanely powerful but this was just insane.
A mortal vs thirty body cultivators and he won, and from the way Lirian fought it was clear that his strength was inferior, yet he completely dominated them with pure skill, breaking them into pieces.
Lirians control of his body was practically impossible in the eyes of everyone watching and even the elites from the families who were watching from afar couldn't help but feel disbelief, because the saints who had the most complicated fighting techniques, would have a hard time matching such movements if they were facing someone of the same level.
"It no wonder that Alastor lost to him in a battle of skill," a white faced elite from the Jane family said with trembling eyes.
At that moment Lirian propped himself up on two shaking feet, he could feel the toll that this battle had taken on his body, but he didn't care he made his point loud and clear.
"Does anyone else have anything to say to me!" he shouted aloud, his words weren't a question but rather a challenge to anyone else that had any thoughts to challenge him.
The bloody appearance and the mighty aura that rolled of the small statured Lirian, filled them all with fear they had never known and despite him standing completely still many of them step back as if afraid that he would come in their direction.
"The next time any of you dare to show the slightest bit of ungratefulness to me after I saved all your worthless lives, you will wish that you were apart of this group of fools," Lirian sneered at them and pointed towards the bloody corpses that littered the ground.
"Now of with the lot of you cowards that gave up on the expedition," Lirian said coldly and he began to walk away on shaky feet that everyone could clearly see.
As his figure walked away into the distance, they noticed that he suddenly stumbled and a loud cough sounded, at the sound Edith quickly rushed away from the group and followed behind him.
Lirian's departing words struck all of them deeply, because at that moment they realised, that Lirians brutal actions weren't completely unwarranted, the main reason he made the groups deaths so brutal, was because they were ungrateful.
Seeing how long it took for the extraction teams to arrive, they would have all probably ended up dead by the time the vehicles arrived to save them, yet they actually dared to raise their weapons against the person who saved their lives.
It was outrageous and truly, the entire plan was completely designed by Lirian, if not for his brilliant planning it would have been impossible for anyone to survive let alone take it down.
And aside from the few lives that were lost when they thought the mammoth had been killed there were no other casualties, in truth the deaths could only be blamed on the impatient people that wanted to vent their anger on the dead beasts body.
To call a plan, that enabled a bunch of weak first-graders to take down a third-grade creature with a law, as brilliant was simply an understatement, it was something that had never happened before and all the great geniuses of history could not even compare.
The students who gave up the expedition, slowly began to make their way into the vehicles as they entered they took off their watch's and presented it to members of the extraction teams.
At that moment Sergeant Ixel walked up to the corpse of the mammoth, and after a few probs she confirmed with certainty that it was a third-grade mystic beast, and the destruction caused to its cells was something that even she could not do as a third-mortal.
It caused her to furrow her brow as she tried to figure out how the damage was done and that was when the katana that was imbedded in the mammoth's flesh caught her eye, it seemed to be drinking the flesh of the creature at a slow pace and she couldn't bet feel taken aback by it appearance.
Their was a thick coating of blood on it but despite it only added beauty to the metallic blue lustre of the blade and at the same time she could feel it's mystic grade power.
Even by comparison to her single piece of mystic gear that she owned she could feel that this blade out stripped it, and as she looked at it she couldn't help but find it oddly reminiscent of the katana she handed to Lirian before they set out on the expedition.
In terms of size it was identical but other than that it was completely different, at that moment she reached out her hand to grasp onto it but at that moment a surge of lightning shot out at her hand.
She didn't get to react the lightning was too fast, it coursed through her hand and left a big black mark on her palm.
Sergeant Ixel's eyes opened wide as she realized that the blade actually gave birth to a consciousness, and despite only being in the mystic grade it was denying the touch of her who was in the third grade.
She didn't understand how it was possible after all the blade she given to Lirian was just an ordinary blade their was nothing special about it at all, form its material composition to the person who forged it, and she doubted that anyone could have slipped a long katana past the guards.
Which meant that this had to be the katana that Lirian bought, 'I'll have to bring this up with the commander,' she thought as the lightning began to coil around the blade once more as if warning her to stay away.
She remember the first thought that she had when Lirian wielded the katana on that day, 'The song of death begins when a saints sword sings,' based on how powerful the blades consciousness was she was certain that one day this blade would truly sing.
Sergeant Ixel got back up and walked back to her vehicle as the last students boarded it, moments later she looked back at the crowds of students, "If anyone wishes to return you have a chance to leave right now, if you decide later, you'll have wait a few hours for the extraction to come and get you."
When it seemed like no one else was going to give up she checked the logs to confirm that all the people that gave up the expedition were either dead or on the vehicles and shortly after that a burst of wind was released from the ships and they shot up and away.
As they got up to a high altitude the sergeant saw another group of over a thousand students making their way across a crossing over the river.
---
Cole whistled in admiration as he looked at the newly formed slope of the old base they could still easily see the area where the main base originally was but everything beyond it was completely different.
"If thing were like this when we first arrived it would have saved us from a lot of trouble," he said while smiling at Media who pouted at the changed landscape.
Media was truly displeased, when she arrived this darned place ruined her plans, but after she left it changed and the main group even found old ruins beneath it.
It was like the goddess of luck was laughing at her, but she quickly sighed and put it at the back of her mind after all she reaped some pretty good harvest from the swamps.
"Let's find their trail," Media said with a worried face suddenly, "We don't know if they are all still alive, but if they are it's possible that they aren't in a good position and we need to move quickly."
At her words Cole nodded seriously and they went to find the trial, it was however they found it pretty quickly and with ease.
When over a thousand people walk off a piece of ground it tends to leave some clues but more so it's pretty hard to miss a massive third-grade mystic beast's trail.
In just under two hours they found the main group and they couldn't help but feel shocked at what they saw when they arrived.
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Mordred watched the entire brutal scene from the side.
It was more like a one-sided slaughter, as Lirian ripped the group to bits, body parts, guts and blood, soon coloured the burnt earth and not a single person remained.
The boy who was the first to point his sword at Lirian and Edith the most tragic fates of all, and as Lirian plunged his thumbs into the boys eyes, more than one person loudly winced as his eyes popped open to become a bloody mess.
And finally the slaughter came to an end as Lirian propped the body up and smashed his skull on to the ground causing his brains to grotesquely splatter.
Mordred thought back to little battle that his class had with and this was worlds apart, back then they all knew that Lirian was insanely powerful but this was just insane.
A mortal vs thirty body cultivators and he won, and from the way Lirian fought it was clear that his strength was inferior, yet he completely dominated them with pure skill, breaking them into pieces.
Lirians control of his body was practically impossible in the eyes of everyone watching and even the elites from the families who were watching from afar couldn't help but feel disbelief, because the saints who had the most complicated fighting techniques, would have a hard time matching such movements if they were facing someone of the same level.
"It no wonder that Alastor lost to him in a battle of skill," a white faced elite from the Jane family said with trembling eyes.
At that moment Lirian propped himself up on two shaking feet, he could feel the toll that this battle had taken on his body, but he didn't care he made his point loud and clear.
"Does anyone else have anything to say to me!" he shouted aloud, his words weren't a question but rather a challenge to anyone else that had any thoughts to challenge him.
The bloody appearance and the mighty aura that rolled of the small statured Lirian, filled them all with fear they had never known and despite him standing completely still many of them step back as if afraid that he would come in their direction.
"The next time any of you dare to show the slightest bit of ungratefulness to me after I saved all your worthless lives, you will wish that you were apart of this group of fools," Lirian sneered at them and pointed towards the bloody corpses that littered the ground.
"Now of with the lot of you cowards that gave up on the expedition," Lirian said coldly and he began to walk away on shaky feet that everyone could clearly see.
As his figure walked away into the distance, they noticed that he suddenly stumbled and a loud cough sounded, at the sound Edith quickly rushed away from the group and followed behind him.
Lirian's departing words struck all of them deeply, because at that moment they realised, that Lirians brutal actions weren't completely unwarranted, the main reason he made the groups deaths so brutal, was because they were ungrateful.
Seeing how long it took for the extraction teams to arrive, they would have all probably ended up dead by the time the vehicles arrived to save them, yet they actually dared to raise their weapons against the person who saved their lives.
It was outrageous and truly, the entire plan was completely designed by Lirian, if not for his brilliant planning it would have been impossible for anyone to survive let alone take it down.
And aside from the few lives that were lost when they thought the mammoth had been killed there were no other casualties, in truth the deaths could only be blamed on the impatient people that wanted to vent their anger on the dead beasts body.
To call a plan, that enabled a bunch of weak first-graders to take down a third-grade creature with a law, as brilliant was simply an understatement, it was something that had never happened before and all the great geniuses of history could not even compare.
The students who gave up the expedition, slowly began to make their way into the vehicles as they entered they took off their watch's and presented it to members of the extraction teams.
At that moment Sergeant Ixel walked up to the corpse of the mammoth, and after a few probs she confirmed with certainty that it was a third-grade mystic beast, and the destruction caused to its cells was something that even she could not do as a third-mortal.
It caused her to furrow her brow as she tried to figure out how the damage was done and that was when the katana that was imbedded in the mammoth's flesh caught her eye, it seemed to be drinking the flesh of the creature at a slow pace and she couldn't bet feel taken aback by it appearance.
Their was a thick coating of blood on it but despite it only added beauty to the metallic blue lustre of the blade and at the same time she could feel it's mystic grade power.
Even by comparison to her single piece of mystic gear that she owned she could feel that this blade out stripped it, and as she looked at it she couldn't help but find it oddly reminiscent of the katana she handed to Lirian before they set out on the expedition.
In terms of size it was identical but other than that it was completely different, at that moment she reached out her hand to grasp onto it but at that moment a surge of lightning shot out at her hand.
She didn't get to react the lightning was too fast, it coursed through her hand and left a big black mark on her palm.
Sergeant Ixel's eyes opened wide as she realized that the blade actually gave birth to a consciousness, and despite only being in the mystic grade it was denying the touch of her who was in the third grade.
She didn't understand how it was possible after all the blade she given to Lirian was just an ordinary blade their was nothing special about it at all, form its material composition to the person who forged it, and she doubted that anyone could have slipped a long katana past the guards.
Which meant that this had to be the katana that Lirian bought, 'I'll have to bring this up with the commander,' she thought as the lightning began to coil around the blade once more as if warning her to stay away.
She remember the first thought that she had when Lirian wielded the katana on that day, 'The song of death begins when a saints sword sings,' based on how powerful the blades consciousness was she was certain that one day this blade would truly sing.
Sergeant Ixel got back up and walked back to her vehicle as the last students boarded it, moments later she looked back at the crowds of students, "If anyone wishes to return you have a chance to leave right now, if you decide later, you'll have wait a few hours for the extraction to come and get you."
When it seemed like no one else was going to give up she checked the logs to confirm that all the people that gave up the expedition were either dead or on the vehicles and shortly after that a burst of wind was released from the ships and they shot up and away.
As they got up to a high altitude the sergeant saw another group of over a thousand students making their way across a crossing over the river.
---
Cole whistled in admiration as he looked at the newly formed slope of the old base they could still easily see the area where the main base originally was but everything beyond it was completely different.
"If thing were like this when we first arrived it would have saved us from a lot of trouble," he said while smiling at Media who pouted at the changed landscape.
Media was truly displeased, when she arrived this darned place ruined her plans, but after she left it changed and the main group even found old ruins beneath it.
It was like the goddess of luck was laughing at her, but she quickly sighed and put it at the back of her mind after all she reaped some pretty good harvest from the swamps.
"Let's find their trail," Media said with a worried face suddenly, "We don't know if they are all still alive, but if they are it's possible that they aren't in a good position and we need to move quickly."
At her words Cole nodded seriously and they went to find the trial, it was however they found it pretty quickly and with ease.
When over a thousand people walk off a piece of ground it tends to leave some clues but more so it's pretty hard to miss a massive third-grade mystic beast's trail.
In just under two hours they found the main group and they couldn't help but feel shocked at what they saw when they arrived.
Mordred watched the entire brutal scene from the side. It was more like a one-sided slaughter, as Lirian ripped the group to bits, body parts, guts and blood, soon coloured the burnt earth and not a single person remained. The boy who was the first to point his sword at Lirian and Edith the most tragic fates of all, and as Lirian plunged his thumbs into the boys eyes, more than one person loudly winced as his eyes popped open to become a bloody mess. And finally the slaughter came to an end as Lirian propped the body up and smashed his skull on to the ground causing his brains to grotesquely splatter. Mordred thought back to little battle that his class had with and this was worlds apart, back then they all knew that Lirian was insanely powerful but this was just insane. A mortal vs thirty body cultivators and he won, and from the way Lirian fought it was clear that his strength was inferior, yet he completely dominated them with pure skill, breaking them into pieces. Lirians control of his body was practically impossible in the eyes of everyone watching and even the elites from the families who were watching from afar couldn't help but feel disbelief, because the saints who had the most complicated fighting techniques, would have a hard time matching such movements if they were facing someone of the same level. "It no wonder that Alastor lost to him in a battle of skill," a white faced elite from the Jane family said with trembling eyes. At that moment Lirian propped himself up on two shaking feet, he could feel the toll that this battle had taken on his body, but he didn't care he made his point loud and clear. "Does anyone else have anything to say to me!" he shouted aloud, his words weren't a question but rather a challenge to anyone else that had any thoughts to challenge him. The bloody appearance and the mighty aura that rolled of the small statured Lirian, filled them all with fear they had never known and despite him standing completely still many of them step back as if afraid that he would come in their direction. "The next time any of you dare to show the slightest bit of ungratefulness to me after I saved all your worthless lives, you will wish that you were apart of this group of fools," Lirian sneered at them and pointed towards the bloody corpses that littered the ground. "Now of with the lot of you cowards that gave up on the expedition," Lirian said coldly and he began to walk away on shaky feet that everyone could clearly see. As his figure walked away into the distance, they noticed that he suddenly stumbled and a loud cough sounded, at the sound Edith quickly rushed away from the group and followed behind him. Lirian's departing words struck all of them deeply, because at that moment they realised, that Lirians brutal actions weren't completely unwarranted, the main reason he made the groups deaths so brutal, was because they were ungrateful. Seeing how long it took for the extraction teams to arrive, they would have all probably ended up dead by the time the vehicles arrived to save them, yet they actually dared to raise their weapons against the person who saved their lives. It was outrageous and truly, the entire plan was completely designed by Lirian, if not for his brilliant planning it would have been impossible for anyone to survive let alone take it down. And aside from the few lives that were lost when they thought the mammoth had been killed there were no other casualties, in truth the deaths could only be blamed on the impatient people that wanted to vent their anger on the dead beasts body. To call a plan, that enabled a bunch of weak first-graders to take down a third-grade creature with a law, as brilliant was simply an understatement, it was something that had never happened before and all the great geniuses of history could not even compare. The students who gave up the expedition, slowly began to make their way into the vehicles as they entered they took off their watch's and presented it to members of the extraction teams. At that moment Sergeant Ixel walked up to the corpse of the mammoth, and after a few probs she confirmed with certainty that it was a third-grade mystic beast, and the destruction caused to its cells was something that even she could not do as a third-mortal. It caused her to furrow her brow as she tried to figure out how the damage was done and that was when the katana that was imbedded in the mammoth's flesh caught her eye, it seemed to be drinking the flesh of the creature at a slow pace and she couldn't bet feel taken aback by it appearance. Their was a thick coating of blood on it but despite it only added beauty to the metallic blue lustre of the blade and at the same time she could feel it's mystic grade power. Even by comparison to her single piece of mystic gear that she owned she could feel that this blade out stripped it, and as she looked at it she couldn't help but find it oddly reminiscent of the katana she handed to Lirian before they set out on the expedition. In terms of size it was identical but other than that it was completely different, at that moment she reached out her hand to grasp onto it but at that moment a surge of lightning shot out at her hand. She didn't get to react the lightning was too fast, it coursed through her hand and left a big black mark on her palm. Sergeant Ixel's eyes opened wide as she realized that the blade actually gave birth to a consciousness, and despite only being in the mystic grade it was denying the touch of her who was in the third grade. She didn't understand how it was possible after all the blade she given to Lirian was just an ordinary blade their was nothing special about it at all, form its material composition to the person who forged it, and she doubted that anyone could have slipped a long katana past the guards. Which meant that this had to be the katana that Lirian bought, 'I'll have to bring this up with the commander,' she thought as the lightning began to coil around the blade once more as if warning her to stay away. She remember the first thought that she had when Lirian wielded the katana on that day, 'The song of death begins when a saints sword sings,' based on how powerful the blades consciousness was she was certain that one day this blade would truly sing. Sergeant Ixel got back up and walked back to her vehicle as the last students boarded it, moments later she looked back at the crowds of students, "If anyone wishes to return you have a chance to leave right now, if you decide later, you'll have wait a few hours for the extraction to come and get you." When it seemed like no one else was going to give up she checked the logs to confirm that all the people that gave up the expedition were either dead or on the vehicles and shortly after that a burst of wind was released from the ships and they shot up and away. As they got up to a high altitude the sergeant saw another group of over a thousand students making their way across a crossing over the river. --- Cole whistled in admiration as he looked at the newly formed slope of the old base they could still easily see the area where the main base originally was but everything beyond it was completely different. "If thing were like this when we first arrived it would have saved us from a lot of trouble," he said while smiling at Media who pouted at the changed landscape. Media was truly displeased, when she arrived this darned place ruined her plans, but after she left it changed and the main group even found old ruins beneath it. It was like the goddess of luck was laughing at her, but she quickly sighed and put it at the back of her mind after all she reaped some pretty good harvest from the swamps. "Let's find their trail," Media said with a worried face suddenly, "We don't know if they are all still alive, but if they are it's possible that they aren't in a good position and we need to move quickly." At her words Cole nodded seriously and they went to find the trial, it was however they found it pretty quickly and with ease. When over a thousand people walk off a piece of ground it tends to leave some clues but more so it's pretty hard to miss a massive third-grade mystic beast's trail. In just under two hours they found the main group and they couldn't help but feel shocked at what they saw when they arrived.
