Semua Bab Hunters: The Prequel: Bab 731 - Bab 740

The heart of the captain went cold when he heard Caitlin’s words. He struggled to lift his head but his neck would not even make an attempt to fulfil its task. This alone paired with the monstrous pressure bearing upon his bulky physique was enough to convince him that Caitlin’s words were not mere drivel. Even without personal confirmation he was sure that the boy was really the God Slayer.“I should have checked the portrait that time,” the captain moaned ruefully. On the day that a meeting was held to discuss the God Slayer, all captains were invited to see the portrait of the God Slayer. He was out on a mission at the time and returned the day after. Upon his return, he was told to check the God Slayer’s portrait so that if he was ever to meet him outside, he would not offend him. However, he had dismissively said he wasn’t going to leave the Citadel anytime soon, and that he would come check it out when he was ready to leave. He sent Caitlin in his place and she came back making

Elder Hanuman sat alone in the great hall. His eyes were as white as snow with no pigment staining the clear pool that filled those sockets. His hair was whit and long, and so were his eyelashes. His beard covered half of his face, but it was well trimmed and didn’t give off an unsightly image. He wore a large cloak that covered much of his physique, making it impossible to tell if he was slender or muscular.“This is truly how one is meant to live,” Elder Hanuman smiled as he sipped the glass of wine in his hands with the elegance of one who was used to the many but restricted luxuries of life.Elder Hanuman rocked in his chair silently, calmly sipping his wine. Occasionally he sat up to refill his empty glass, but that was the only active movement he performed outside his wine drinking. His eyes were closed as enjoyed this moment. Suddenly his eyes snapped open as annoyance flashed past those pupil-less eyes. Soon, the object of his dissatisfaction became clear.“Elder,” a young man

Under the weight of the Dragon King’s true aura, Elder Hanuman could not muster the strength necessary to even part his lips, much less strike his teeth with his tongue to generate a response. Although the man before him was asking a question, he was not giving him the right to answer!“I really have gone too far huh,” Elder Hanuman thought bitterly as he watched the Dragon Lord unsheathe his official blade. The Dragon Lord had already made his mind by now. He was going to punish the noble elder so that he would never forget the weight of his authority ever again; and he was going to do so with the blade that never saw blood. The ceremonial blade was a precious artefact made from a variety of precious materials and was seldom used in battle. The last time it had been wielded was when the Citadel was in crisis during the time of the True Dragon Lord and every King after him had been reluctant to use this famed sword for trivial matters. However, Elder Hanuman seemed to have removed the

History is written by the winner; losers have no right to tell their tale. However, even as a loser I will tell my story. I ought to, since I was the one who started this mess.Ever since I was a child, I had been raised with one belief: The Citadel is invincible. This belief has been my bread and butter - my daily bread - which I genuinely cherish. I muttered it each day I woke up and each time that I swung my sword against the Academy’s practice dummy I reminded myself that this was the truth. I grew strong, so much so much so that even those who wielded greater energy than me couldn’t dismiss me. Before long I was leading my own team under the banner of the elders of the Citadel.I have been sent on many missions. Many areas have required my power over the past few years and rarely have I let the city I was born in down. My mission success percentage has always been 100% and there is no team in the Citadel that can boast of such a record. If the elders needed something done with

“Do not let me down,” Mane was ecstatic upon sensing the powerful aura of the Dragon Lord. With his strong senses as a scholar Mane could feel the strength of flames from within Dragon King Bast and was certain that unlike most humans, the Dragon Lord could control the fire element.“Fire it is then,” Mane smirked to himself and summoned the flames that were born of Hades itself.“Fire Phoenix technique: Roar of the Fire Phoenix”*Screeee*The powerful cry of the bird of rebirth reverberated all over the Citadel as large tongues of fire engulfed Mane and morphed into the shape of a phoenix that was over 20 meters tall. The phoenix shared the blue of Mane’s eyes and within its pupils was a haughtiness that only a sovereign creature like itself could possess. It was nothing but a conjured image, yes, but it was arrogant all the same.“Unbelievable,” Dragon King Bast was stunned by what he was witnessing. Even Elementals, famed for their control over the elements could not manipulate fla