Chapter v7c23

The Grand Prince Makes His Entrance

Even a giant’s rage is colossal.

“What did you just say?”

“Ziiing! Woong! Woong!”

The leader of Dark Heaven Alliance (Black Sky Overlord)

From Gal jeong hyo’s entire body, a terrifying energy burst forth, causing the surrounding objects to scream in response.

“The… the eldest young master has passed away under the blades of the Baekdo (White Path) bastards. ” reported the news.

The white haired elder, that Gal jeong hyo, refers to as Jinro (the true elder), conveyed the tragic news with a voice full of sorrow. To him, he was like his own child. How much joy had he derived from his cleverness! But the sudden report from the pavilion was like a bolt out of the blue.

“How could the child trapped in Cheonmaroe (Heavenly Demon’s Thunder) escape…?”

His eyes blazed like a fiery furnace.

“He already attempted to escape.”

“How many times has it been now?”

Doubt! Distrust!

There had been seven escape attempts. But none of those attempts had ever ended in success.

“This… this time, it’s said he succeeded.”

Rage, and suspicion!

“Ha! Nonsense!”

A thunderous roar erupted from his mouth.

The elder had been his advisor since childhood. Such as Jinro would not lie to him, especially not about the life and death of his son. But no matter how much reason told him so, he could not control his emotions. His rage exploded like an active volcano.

“Crack! Crack! Thump! Thump!”

The exquisite pottery of the era that decorated the room shattered one by one.

To withstand this irresistible colossal pressure, Jinro had to summon all his internal energy. The giant’s rage was also immeasurable.

“What about father?”

Having barely calmed himself, Gal jeong hyo asked Jinro.

“He still doesn’t know.”

“Don’t inform him for the time being! I will handle this matter myself!”

“What will you do?”

Jinro asked cautiously.

“We shall follow the law of blood.”

Gal jeong hyo’s eyes flared like flames.

“Send the The Iron Calvary of Death! Demand from Baekdo all those directly involved in his death.”

At the mention of The Iron Calvary of Death! Brigade, Jinro’s eyes sparkled.

“And if they refuse?”

“Then we will resolve it by force. We will not shy away from a clash of arms. We will not discriminate in our methods until the truth is revealed.”

“By your command!”

That day, a once dark hued cavalry charged out of the Dark Heaven Alliance’s main gate like a gust of wind. The gatekeepers sent them off with a mix of terror and awe. They were one of the symbols of the Dark Heaven Alliance’s power.

“You’ve failed”

A man spoke in a quiet voice.

The reporter’s body trembled uncontrollably upon hearing his voice.

“I’m sorry. I have no excuse.”

Cold sweat drenched his back. Despite rehearsing hundreds of times, he could not hide his shrinking presence every time he met the Grand Prince. Whether this fear was due to the Grand Prince or the shadowy figure protecting him, Ma Cheongak (Heavenly Demon’s Pavilion). Military Intelligence Officer Chisa Han

“Didn’t you boast that you would surely succeed?”

The man holding the teacup spoke in an unchanged tone, making it hard to guess his inner thoughts.

“I really dislike those who cannot keep their word.”

“I’m sorry. Please kill me.”

Chisa Han’s expression turned pale in an instant.

“Should I?”

Only then did the man turn his head and look at Chisa Han, giving a slight smile. It was the smile of someone who could play with the lives of thousands and take them with a flick of a finger. He stood at the pinnacle where he could take a life whenever he wished.

‘Heek!’

A hollow wind filled Chisa Han’s stomach. He decided to change his course immediately. Even if it seemed somewhat cowardly, it was unavoidable. Chisa Han was prepared to accept it.

“Please spare me, Grand Prince!”

To be honest, he was not yet ready to die.

‘This person was born to be a conqueror.’

Chisa Han could not help but feel fear and admiration. The dignity that could subdue a worn out man like himself with a single word! Even Chisa Han, whose mind worked as fast as lightning, could not dare to harbor any other thoughts in front of the Grand Prince. Despite his young age, the Grand Prince exuded an overwhelming presence and spirit that could dominate anyone.

‘This person was born to rule.’

Chisa Han believed so. Standing before him, one could not help but think this way. Anyone who stood before the Grand Prince felt the same.

His eyes could see a thousand miles, and his hands controlled the lives of all. The forces secretly commanded by the Grand Prince were unknown even to Chisa Han himself. He did not dare to investigate, valuing his life too much.

Due to an indescribable sense of oppression and fear, anyone who met the Grand Prince had no choice but to serve him or become an enemy and devote all efforts to eliminating him. Otherwise, their own position would be in jeopardy.

Such was the man called the Grand Prince. He did not fear blood or murder. And he had the background and power to carry out such actions.

“What about him?”

The Grand Prince asked. He still held a teacup in his hand.

“He’s dead.”

“And his brother?”

“Ah… he’s still alive!”

The face of the young man known as the Grand Prince stiffened momentarily.

“So you are saying that the root of the problem still exists. What a pity! Iam very sad if even after being granted the authority to use the Cheonji Samsal, you still failed.”

Chisa Han’s face turned ashen immediately. He did not want to see the sorrow of that person, even in death.

“I will definitely eliminate him. Give me one more chance!”

Chisa Han bowed his head as low as he possibly could. The Grand Prince took another sip of tea.

“I think my heart will weaken if I see Arang’s face again. When do you think he will return?”

Chisa Han bowed deeply and said.

“I will make sure he never appears before the Grand Prince.”

“Can I trust you?”

“Of course.”

“If you fail, this might happen!”

A flash of light flickered from his hand.

The bronze lion statue next to Chisa Han shattered into pieces as if sliced cleanly. Chisa Han’s face turned deathly pale, devoid of any color. The emotion named fear crept up from his heart.

“Do you understand?”

The Grand Prince’s voice was cold and indifferent. Chisa Han nodded his head repeatedly.

“Yes, I understand.”

The Grand Prince gestured for him to leave.

Chisa Han retreated backward, showing the utmost respect. His movements were quick, as if eager to leave the place as soon as possible.

The man known as the Grand Prince looked up at the sky. The sky was high and blue, without a single cloud.

“Arang! Do not come! If you do… you will die by my hand.”

He lifted the teacup again and swallowed the last remaining sip of tea.

“The tea has gone cold!”

A bitter aftertaste lingered on the tip of his tongue.