Chapter 722: 721. Ten Thousand Years Ago
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Chapter 722 721. Ten Thousand Years Ago
722 721. Ten Thousand Years Ago
"Eeeee!" A massive eagle cried in the sky and descended to land on Castell's shoulder. "Aye, Pope... Regretfully, he did."
Amused and at the same time questioning if this giant boy was mentally challenged, Sylvester shrugged and welcomed him regardless. He didn't fail to hear the part about the 'O'fated one, the man of the legends, the ancient texts.'
"Prince Castell, why were you sent by your father?" Sylvester asked him.
"For my glorious purpose, of course. I'm the Crown Prince, and I shall spread the name of the Giants across the world once again. No longer w—"
"He has a message to give," the eagle on his shoulder cried, shortening Castell's response to six words. "But we need proof that you are indeed the Pope. The giants went into seclusion to keep it secure for millennials."
Sylvester shrugged and raised his palm towards the giant, and spoke a sermon vocally, audible to everyone across the massive port. Immediately after, a warm halo of light appeared behind his head, enshrining everyone in a positive light.
♫Welcome to the Holy Land, Prince of Giants,
May this journey lead to a fruitful alliance.
I bless you to bask in the warmth of the Lord,
Stand before the Pope, sometimes called a bard.♫
Castell, like a little kid, stared at Sylvester with sparkles in his eyes. It was as if he was just a step away from throwing away his inheritance and accepting the faith of Solis.
♫Let's sit together and break bread.
Let's eat for the tough journey ahead.
By the Holy Light, may we always be led.
May our enemies shiver in utter dread.♫
Sylvester chose his words carefully, keeping in mind that this man before him was likely just a kid. And kids always liked to hear exciting things.
"Woooaaaah!" Castell exclaimed excitedly. "That was so amazing. I feel goosebumps all over me. Don't you think so, Bajj?"
"What a gullible child." Bajj sighed in disappointment. "No wonder His Majesty had to send me with you."
Sylvester chuckled and invited them, "Come with me to the Pope's Palace. It's almost lunchtime."
"Yes, I'm starving!" Castell didn't think twice before following Sylvester.
Meanwhile, Sylvester had to keep a flying furball tightly captured in his arms as he tried to fly towards the talking bird and check it out. Saying it could be related to his species, which was clearly impossible.
...
"M-Maxy... I feel dizzy."
Sylvester looked below his table and found Miraj falling asleep as well. Once again, he looked at the table and noticed Bajj had also fallen asleep. Yet, he felt nothing other than a massive explosion of invisible solarium from Castell's body.
'A Trojan horse?'
Immediately, Sylvester tried to speak with Gabriel and call for a lockdown of the Holy Land. However, despite his best efforts, he couldn't find the Solarium Signature. 'Is he asleep? No, is he also unconscious like this?'
"Ten thousand years..."
'It's not his voice.' Sylvester prepared for battle as Castell's body began to wake up. But there was something different about him. His voice was different, and the Solarium explosion coming from his body was creating something similar to an illusion around them. Like a dark void, with a superimposed ghostly figure on Castell's body.
"Who are you?" Sylvester questioned him. "Did that spell activate something?"
The ghostly figure on Catell's body formed a vibrant, white beard, and his hair grew long as well. The facial features made it seem old, and the shape of the body was more than muscular—
a beast was a better description.
"I am Gargamon Gralith, the fifth King of Giants," the voice echoed, old and majestic, filled with power and wisdom. "The invocation of the secret spell must mean the named one has been found... Are you, Sylvester Maximilian? Jonathan Colt Westerling?"
'Once again, someone takes the name I've almost forgotten.' Sylvester's gaze narrowed down, and he established his Supreme Void to ensure nobody could hear them. 'Fifth King? I don't know how far in the past it was.'
"I am."
Gargamon stared at Sylvester's face silently, as if he was evaluating him. "The visions of the golden god were accurate. You look as I was shown... ten thousand years ago. Foretold of the one who shall end the cycle, for this is the last chance."
"Be more precise and elaborative, Your Majesty," Sylvester respectfully said. "I don't understand anything, as the world lacks history beyond the past five thousand years. What last chance do you speak about?"
"Of course." King Gargamon raised his right hand, moving Castell's body as if it were his own. All around them, faint flashing images started appearing, showing a bloody battlefield. "It was a war that encircled the world, and spread chaos in the life of every living creature in existence.
"The humans, the dwarves, the elves, the giants—a battle for survival, a battle beyond the control of gods, yet under their gaze. I made the decision to close the gates of Gantis, never to be opened until you were to appear. The ancient lords and kings of humans, dragons, and elves killed one another, but I made sure the visions and your destiny were passed down by my generations for this very moment."
'A war five thousand years ago?' Sylvester frowned.
"Why do we not remember anything about this war? It's unlikely that everyone died, since your descendants are alive."
King Gargamon smiled in a self-deprecating way and changed the flashing holographic image. It was now a grand bird's eye view from the sky, as a vast amount of land was suddenly engulfed in a mystic white hue, making castles turn to dust, cities vanish, and people fall unconscious, while many others vanish.
"The history is written by the victor, Sylvester Maximilian." He answered. "And we lost that bloody war."
"Against whom?"
"The demons."
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Chapter 722 721. Ten Thousand Years Ago
722 721. Ten Thousand Years Ago
"Eeeee!" A massive eagle cried in the sky and descended to land on Castell's shoulder. "Aye, Pope... Regretfully, he did."
Amused and at the same time questioning if this giant boy was mentally challenged, Sylvester shrugged and welcomed him regardless. He didn't fail to hear the part about the 'O'fated one, the man of the legends, the ancient texts.'
"Prince Castell, why were you sent by your father?" Sylvester asked him.
"For my glorious purpose, of course. I'm the Crown Prince, and I shall spread the name of the Giants across the world once again. No longer w—"
"He has a message to give," the eagle on his shoulder cried, shortening Castell's response to six words. "But we need proof that you are indeed the Pope. The giants went into seclusion to keep it secure for millennials."
Sylvester shrugged and raised his palm towards the giant, and spoke a sermon vocally, audible to everyone across the massive port. Immediately after, a warm halo of light appeared behind his head, enshrining everyone in a positive light.
♫Welcome to the Holy Land, Prince of Giants,
May this journey lead to a fruitful alliance.
I bless you to bask in the warmth of the Lord,
Stand before the Pope, sometimes called a bard.♫
Castell, like a little kid, stared at Sylvester with sparkles in his eyes. It was as if he was just a step away from throwing away his inheritance and accepting the faith of Solis.
♫Let's sit together and break bread.
Let's eat for the tough journey ahead.
By the Holy Light, may we always be led.
May our enemies shiver in utter dread.♫
Sylvester chose his words carefully, keeping in mind that this man before him was likely just a kid. And kids always liked to hear exciting things.
"Woooaaaah!" Castell exclaimed excitedly. "That was so amazing. I feel goosebumps all over me. Don't you think so, Bajj?"
"What a gullible child." Bajj sighed in disappointment. "No wonder His Majesty had to send me with you."
Sylvester chuckled and invited them, "Come with me to the Pope's Palace. It's almost lunchtime."
"Yes, I'm starving!" Castell didn't think twice before following Sylvester.
Meanwhile, Sylvester had to keep a flying furball tightly captured in his arms as he tried to fly towards the talking bird and check it out. Saying it could be related to his species, which was clearly impossible.
...
"M-Maxy... I feel dizzy."
Sylvester looked below his table and found Miraj falling asleep as well. Once again, he looked at the table and noticed Bajj had also fallen asleep. Yet, he felt nothing other than a massive explosion of invisible solarium from Castell's body.
'A Trojan horse?'
Immediately, Sylvester tried to speak with Gabriel and call for a lockdown of the Holy Land. However, despite his best efforts, he couldn't find the Solarium Signature. 'Is he asleep? No, is he also unconscious like this?'
"Ten thousand years..."
'It's not his voice.' Sylvester prepared for battle as Castell's body began to wake up. But there was something different about him. His voice was different, and the Solarium explosion coming from his body was creating something similar to an illusion around them. Like a dark void, with a superimposed ghostly figure on Castell's body.
"Who are you?" Sylvester questioned him. "Did that spell activate something?"
The ghostly figure on Catell's body formed a vibrant, white beard, and his hair grew long as well. The facial features made it seem old, and the shape of the body was more than muscular—
a beast was a better description.
"I am Gargamon Gralith, the fifth King of Giants," the voice echoed, old and majestic, filled with power and wisdom. "The invocation of the secret spell must mean the named one has been found... Are you, Sylvester Maximilian? Jonathan Colt Westerling?"
'Once again, someone takes the name I've almost forgotten.' Sylvester's gaze narrowed down, and he established his Supreme Void to ensure nobody could hear them. 'Fifth King? I don't know how far in the past it was.'
"I am."
Gargamon stared at Sylvester's face silently, as if he was evaluating him. "The visions of the golden god were accurate. You look as I was shown... ten thousand years ago. Foretold of the one who shall end the cycle, for this is the last chance."
"Be more precise and elaborative, Your Majesty," Sylvester respectfully said. "I don't understand anything, as the world lacks history beyond the past five thousand years. What last chance do you speak about?"
"Of course." King Gargamon raised his right hand, moving Castell's body as if it were his own. All around them, faint flashing images started appearing, showing a bloody battlefield. "It was a war that encircled the world, and spread chaos in the life of every living creature in existence.
"The humans, the dwarves, the elves, the giants—a battle for survival, a battle beyond the control of gods, yet under their gaze. I made the decision to close the gates of Gantis, never to be opened until you were to appear. The ancient lords and kings of humans, dragons, and elves killed one another, but I made sure the visions and your destiny were passed down by my generations for this very moment."
'A war five thousand years ago?' Sylvester frowned.
"Why do we not remember anything about this war? It's unlikely that everyone died, since your descendants are alive."
King Gargamon smiled in a self-deprecating way and changed the flashing holographic image. It was now a grand bird's eye view from the sky, as a vast amount of land was suddenly engulfed in a mystic white hue, making castles turn to dust, cities vanish, and people fall unconscious, while many others vanish.
"The history is written by the victor, Sylvester Maximilian." He answered. "And we lost that bloody war."
"Against whom?"
"The demons."
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Chapter 722 721. Ten Thousand Years Ago722 721. Ten Thousand Years Ago"Eeeee!" A massive eagle cried in the sky and descended to land on Castell's shoulder. "Aye, Pope... Regretfully, he did."Amused and at the same time questioning if this giant boy was mentally challenged, Sylvester shrugged and welcomed him regardless. He didn't fail to hear the part about the 'O'fated one, the man of the legends, the ancient texts.'"Prince Castell, why were you sent by your father?" Sylvester asked him."For my glorious purpose, of course. I'm the Crown Prince, and I shall spread the name of the Giants across the world once again. No longer w""He has a message to give," the eagle on his shoulder cried, shortening Castell's response to six words. "But we need proof that you are indeed the Pope. The giants went into seclusion to keep it secure for millennials."Sylvester shrugged and raised his palm towards the giant, and spoke a sermon vocally, audible to everyone across the massive port. Immediately after, a warm halo of light appeared behind his head, enshrining everyone in a positive light.Welcome to the Holy Land, Prince of Giants,May this journey lead to a fruitful alliance.I bless you to bask in the warmth of the Lord,Stand before the Pope, sometimes called a bard.Castell, like a little kid, stared at Sylvester with sparkles in his eyes. It was as if he was just a step away from throwing away his inheritance and accepting the faith of Solis.Let's sit together and break bread.Let's eat for the tough journey ahead.By the Holy Light, may we always be led.May our enemies shiver in utter dread.Sylvester chose his words carefully, keeping in mind that this man before him was likely just a kid. And kids always liked to hear exciting things."Woooaaaah!" Castell exclaimed excitedly. "That was so amazing. I feel goosebumps all over me. Don't you think so, Bajj?""What a gullible child." Bajj sighed in disappointment. "No wonder His Majesty had to send me with you."Sylvester chuckled and invited them, "Come with me to the Pope's Palace. It's almost lunchtime.""Yes, I'm starving!" Castell didn't think twice before following Sylvester.Meanwhile, Sylvester had to keep a flying furball tightly captured in his arms as he tried to fly towards the talking bird and check it out. Saying it could be related to his species, which was clearly impossible...."M-Maxy... I feel dizzy."Sylvester looked below his table and found Miraj falling asleep as well. Once again, he looked at the table and noticed Bajj had also fallen asleep. Yet, he felt nothing other than a massive explosion of invisible solarium from Castell's body.'A Trojan horse?'Immediately, Sylvester tried to speak with Gabriel and call for a lockdown of the Holy Land. However, despite his best efforts, he couldn't find the Solarium Signature. 'Is he asleep? No, is he also unconscious like this?'"Ten thousand years..."'It's not his voice.' Sylvester prepared for battle as Castell's body began to wake up. But there was something different about him. His voice was different, and the Solarium explosion coming from his body was creating something similar to an illusion around them. Like a dark void, with a superimposed ghostly figure on Castell's body."Who are you?" Sylvester questioned him. "Did that spell activate something?"The ghostly figure on Catell's body formed a vibrant, white beard, and his hair grew long as well. The facial features made it seem old, and the shape of the body was more than musculara beast was a better description."I am Gargamon Gralith, the fifth King of Giants," the voice echoed, old and majestic, filled with power and wisdom. "The invocation of the secret spell must mean the named one has been found... Are you, Sylvester Maximilian? Jonathan Colt Westerling?"'Once again, someone takes the name I've almost forgotten.' Sylvester's gaze narrowed down, and he established his Supreme Void to ensure nobody could hear them. 'Fifth King? I don't know how far in the past it was.'"I am."Gargamon stared at Sylvester's face silently, as if he was evaluating him. "The visions of the golden god were accurate. You look as I was shown... ten thousand years ago. Foretold of the one who shall end the cycle, for this is the last chance.""Be more precise and elaborative, Your Majesty," Sylvester respectfully said. "I don't understand anything, as the world lacks history beyond the past five thousand years. What last chance do you speak about?""Of course." King Gargamon raised his right hand, moving Castell's body as if it were his own. All around them, faint flashing images started appearing, showing a bloody battlefield. "It was a war that encircled the world, and spread chaos in the life of every living creature in existence."The humans, the dwarves, the elves, the giantsa battle for survival, a battle beyond the control of gods, yet under their gaze. I made the decision to close the gates of Gantis, never to be opened until you were to appear. The ancient lords and kings of humans, dragons, and elves killed one another, but I made sure the visions and your destiny were passed down by my generations for this very moment."'A war five thousand years ago?' Sylvester frowned."Why do we not remember anything about this war? It's unlikely that everyone died, since your descendants are alive."King Gargamon smiled in a self-deprecating way and changed the flashing holographic image. It was now a grand bird's eye view from the sky, as a vast amount of land was suddenly engulfed in a mystic white hue, making castles turn to dust, cities vanish, and people fall unconscious, while many others vanish."The history is written by the victor, Sylvester Maximilian." He answered. "And we lost that bloody war.""Against whom?""The demons."_________________Thank you for reading. Gifts and GT votes are highly appreciated.
