The Heaven World's

The Kingdom of Arannor II

 

Arannor Westian was sitting on his throne and his countenance was not being looked at. He had heard of suspicious movements from an army.

Moreover, another bad news had come a few days ago which gave him a blow. He never imagined they would lose to that point in just a very short time.

“How can that happen? The best army of the kingdom led by Marshal Selek Valaunter just lost? Now their troops are already in front of this Capital and attacking the defensive wall.”

Arannor Westian was still confused by the events on the battlefield which he thought was too unreasonable.

They are not significantly superior. However, they still have a pretty high advantage.

Unfortunately, what he expected did not happen even ended in chaos. His scattered troops only managed to gather in half and the troops he focused on protecting the capital and helping the defense forces.

Inside the royal hall, Arannor Westian gathered his Cultivators as well as his generals. He assigned one of them to protect the wall, while the rest were in the Royal Hall along with him.

Arannor Westian needed them to anticipate the enemy to enter the kingdom. Despite having confidence the enemy would not break through the defensive wall, it did not mean that he could ignore other possibilities.

“Now, our situation is deteriorating. Not only did we lose the previous war, now the enemy is attacking the royal capital,” Arannor Westian sighs badly.

“Soldiers who were on the wall had just returned from the battlefield. They must have had a bad spirit. They had just experienced a meltdown that would definitely greatly affect the way they fought. The burden and feeling of defeat haunts them.”

“I don't want this kind of situation. So you as the main wall of the defense of the kingdom and also the shield of the kingdom. I ask you to destroy these invaders and make them understand the consequences of attacking the kingdom!”

Arannor Westian's voice was filled with invisible energy and influenced his listeners. His eyes filled with anger and his face flushed red with an occasional shuddering body.

Westian had a very intimidating look and was filled with pressure. A huge burden haunts him and presses him.

His originally unsightly face changed to show a struggling side that was so firm. If the Select Valaunter can be defeated, then not many people can survive against opponents who are able to conquer it.

“Although your power is not at the same level as Marshal Selek Valaunter. I'm very confident and trusting, as long as you all cooperate and destroy the man who defeated him, victory will be on our side.”

“That wall will not protect the kingdom for a long time. Maybe soon ... No the voices are getting clearer, you know what that means?”

Despite being in the palace, his hearing was sharp to be able to hear the sounds of fighting and the sound of iron collisions. He knew the result would be like this ever since they lost their strongest pillar.

However, he could not just stand by and take it for granted. Therefore, he still spurred the fighting spirit of his subordinates to keep burning.

One of the Cultivators who had a cruel face and no hair with my eyes stepped into the middle of the hall while kneeling on one leg. “Sorry, Your Grace. I don't think now is the right time to discuss and plan a fight against the man who defeated Marshal Selek Valaunter.”

“If my words are wrong, Your Majesty can punish me. I think that now all of us who are here with the lowest cultivation level should go out and help the defense, while those who have a high level can listen to His Majesty's plan.”

Westian was unmoved and had no change in expression on his face. He calmed down while listening to it.

After a few seconds of silence from the Cultivator's words, Westian spoke. “Yes ... Youre right. Those of you who have a cultivation level below stage 2-0, immediately leave this place and help with defense. No matter what the situation is like there. You guys should finish off as many of their troops and their Cultivators as possible!!”

Westian sat on the throne holding a sword and he wore armor. A hereditary armoured artifact.

Although it was jet black, the artifact was still shiny and he wore it comfortably. He was not afraid of what problems he would face on the battlefield as long as he wore this armor.

His sword was stuck right in front of his eyes as several men in the hall fell silent looking at him, waiting for an order from him.

“After the enemy penetrates the defense, I can no longer guarantee victory will be on our side. The death of those warriors and cultivators was a great loss for this kingdom.”

“I also don't know where else the man is,” he said full of regrets as well as annoyed.

“Although we are ruined!! Don't be broken alone. Make sure we take them down, we drag them to the bottom abyss of hell.”

“Everything we care about? Nothing, absolutely nothing. Everything is clear. There is only war in plain sight and death to be his retinue!” arannor Westian exclaimed in a blazing voice as he tried to lift up the emotions of his subordinates.

An old man stood proudly and stared at Westian as he said, “Yes, Your Majesty. Only cowards and scum escape from this situation.”

“No matter what reason they have, when the enemy is before your eyes! Smash your weapon! Slash them and chop them up! Even if you end up being destroyed and unresponsive!”

“Hahahaha!! I like that! It is not wrong that you have a high cultivation and have been mentioned by Marshal. Too bad, you don't want any position and just want to stay here comfortably.”

“Your help ... I will remember and appreciate it. Slay them and live!! I will be in the process!”

Westian let out a laugh when he heard the words of one of the Cultivators. He didn't act immediately and waited for something.

Although the sound of the battle was increasingly fierce, Westian knew that his troops had defended well and did not allow the enemy to act freely.

As long as he hasn't felt the urge to go in there. He would remain on his throne along with those Cultivators.

“Can you face the man later? All I know is that there is only one person who possesses the terrifying power of the Salauster Kingdom. However, for some time now, he never showed up.”

“Who is it, Your Majesty? Could it be Veus?” ask one of the cultivators.

“Not Richard Veus, he's strong but not a balanced opponent for Marshal Selek Valaunter. If your opponent is the one I expected, then you guys will be very lucky. You will get fame that will later rake into various regions and kingdoms!”

Westian did not stop fomenting the spirit flames of those Cultivators. No matter how, they must be restless and not much different from them. He was also agitated, so he kindled their spirit fire.

Despite having the strength that would help him, he knew very well that using it too often would have a bad impact on his body.

“Now, just a moment, we'll be there. Yes ... Wait for the voices to weaken! As soon as the sound goes down, that's when we'll be out!” Westian smiled and released his aura.