Chapter 166: No One is Immortal

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Among the snow coming down from all over the sky, there was an eerie laughter, and with lips that flapped out some peculiar and incomprehensible phrases, a visitor in silver robes was knocking on the door of the palace.

“Bang, bang, bang!”

The sound of his ring pounding the door was inconceivably loud, that it could reach the ears of the citizens, reminding them of a funeral bell.

“Bang, bang bang!”

The knocking sound was reverberating, an intangible magic power could be sensed within it, which was quite vexing.

“Little Fismer, are you there? Hehe, I’m coming to play with you.”

The unwelcome guest seemed to be whispering below the city walls, his voices however, was able to transmit around to every room in the palace through an uncertain medium.

King Fismer woke up abruptly from his dream, a nightmare in which he was being pursued by a fierce demon. Right after that, the reverberating voice and eerie laughter rang in his ears.

“Hehe, Little Fismer, I’m coming to play with you.”

That eerie voice was just behind him, in a split second, Fismer turned his head but it was just an empty wall, there was nobody there.

“Little Fismer, I know you are home, stop hiding!”

This time, the voice came from the side, Fismer stood up violently. He pulled out his sword from beneath the pillow and swung it towards the direction of the voice, just to find it directed at his Elven slave, who was petrified.

Just when the corpulent Fismer was frightened by this spooky scene and took a deep breath, “Bang Bang Bang”, the sound of knocking door sent him over the edge.

“Who!! Who dares to disturb me now?”

“I, have, found, you! Come, play, together.”

That creepy and chilling voice rang up again. At this moment, Fismer suddenly recalled, that his room door was in front of him, while behind him…

“Bang Bang Bang.”

The window was still making the banging sound, under the pounding of a peculiar white hand, an ash-pale grinning face stared through the window, with a pair of glowing red crescent eyes.

“Wait, for, me, little, Fis, Mer, I, am, coming, for, you!”

The more it spoke, the laughing face laughed even more gleefully. The grin got wider until it could reach the cheek, and now, it had actually turned into a scary demon face.

That was absolutely not the face of a Human!

In a twinkling, an inexplicable coldness crept up everyone’s spines. The surrounding slaves were shocked into fainting on the spot, meanwhile, Fismer Caso was frightened to such an extreme that he threw down his sword, which was supposed to be his all-time life saver.

“Boom!”

The very precious elixir had triggered an explosion, and flames sprang up over all the place, half of the room was blown up to the sky.

“Sough sough sough.”

Right after the curling smoke dissipated, the cold wind was drawn in, but nothing was left before the eyes.

Seeing that the remaining room had become a terrace, however, only the snow-drops could be seen coming in, and there was not a single trace of the man who uttered the voices.

The hoarse chuckle, again, rang in Fismer’s ear.

“Lives forever (no one lives forever). You can run, but you cannot hide!”

In the end, he still could not get rid of the eerie voices around his ears. The cowardly Fismer was falling apart and even screamed like a woman.

“Guards! Guards! There’s an assassin! Somebody wants to kill me!”

He ran naked into the hallway, the guards who hurried to the scene, looked incredulously at the most unsightly king.

After running several steps in the corpulent body, he had collapsed on the floor, gulping for air. Subsequently, the screaming Fismer pulled a sword abruptly from a guard and furiously slashed at the curtain swinging with the wind.

“What are you looking at? There’s an assassin! You bunch of junks, have you been bought over too? Want to kill me? I tell you, if I’m dead, I will take you down with me, I mean it!”

Seeing this, the guards and the knights were shocked, at the same time, their faces were filled with a disgusted, yet pitiful expression towards Fismer. In their eyes, this man who had just reduced them from respectable guards to junks, had probably gone crazy.

“Why are you looking at me? You bunch of useless scum, should you be not so useless. I wouldn’t have had to surrender to those filthy and worthless Beastmen! It was all your fault, it was all because of you, bunch of useless idiots!”

The enraged king violently wielded the sword in his hand, his grounding in swordsmanship left behind since young was barely acceptable. However, before the knights, this moronic way of wielding the sword was meaningless. As they dodged the attacks without a hitch, they continued to look at each other, and then at the insane king, pitying him even more.

“…ha, ha.”

Very soon, Fismer who had abandoned himself to wine and women, slumped resignedly on the floor. Gulping for air strenuously, he was feeling short of breath.

Unconsciously, he tried to pull something away from his neck, but unexpectedly, what he touched was not the flesh of man.

That was a pair of ice cold arms, grabbing him deadly by the throat, and the ice cold breath had already reached behind his ears, it was still the same hoarse voices.

“I, caught, you!”

“Aaaaaaaa!”

The king screamed madly in terror, only to elevate the strange feeling of the guards, they could see nothing unusual except Fismer, who was flailing madly for no apparent reason.

In their eyes, Fismer had suddenly squeezed his own neck, while screaming, yet rolling on the floor, his tongue had been squeezed out, but he squeezed himself even harder, as if he would not die.

There were people who derived pleasure from seeing such misfortune, but most of the guards still rushed to his assistance, after all, as the bodyguards of the king, their reputation would vanish if the king whom they served loyally, died in such a ridiculous manner,

But this time, they would very soon realise that Fismer was not just going crazy.

“Roar”

The entire wall was shattered by a brute force, the head of a huge lion formed by the frigid ice had come in, its unspeakable majesty was as deadly as the pervasive freezing air. The visitor in silver rope on top of the lion, wasn’t he the unwelcome guest who knocked the door just now?

“Yo, no one opened the door after so long? Well, I came up here on my own. Well, buster, I told you, you can run, but you cannot hide!”

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The guards acted as they were facing an incredible opponent, by simply swinging my hand the ghostly blue phantom had risen from Fismer, and then they revolved around me like kids who yearned for candy.

The flames at the back were rising, the gleam of magic had lighted up half of the sky. Along with the plan, it seemed that Adam and Margaret had successfully distracted the strong ones, of course, I had seized this opportunity too.

Hence, I drew my sword. As the blue phantom revolving joyously above the sacred sword of Roland, they transformed into a raging frosty sacred flame.

Obviously, the way I pulled my sword had agitated the audience, so, shaking my head, I returned the sacred sword to its scabbard.

Following the return of sacred sword to its scabbard, the blue flames finally went out, and the ghostly phantom was sent back into deep slumber, and even I had breathed a sigh of relief, as the power of this newborn creature was too unearthly, that even I felt uncomfortable with it.

“Ow, this power works so well in finding and scaring people. Unbelievable!”

Nevertheless, this moment was not the end. The Royal Guards were always the most refined warriors, and those surrounding us, was definitely the most refined ones. They stepped into a formation, protecting Fismer, who was at the centre.

The one who comes isn’t kind, the one who is kind doesn’t come. When I came, I had created a major turn of events. Now, they were no longer interested in merits, but only strove to avoid any mistakes, and prioritized the protection of their king before everything else.

“You… Who are you? Did that fellow send you to kill me?”

Perhaps the guards had given him courage, to my utter surprise, Fismer was yelling at me.

“You’re half right, indeed I’m here to kill you, but, I work for nobody. It’s just my very principle to clean up my own mess.”

And thus, I took off my hood, shaking off the snow, and smiled to him.

“Aaaaaaa, Roland!”

He had, however, made a more piercing scream, which was quite impolite. Hence, I reached out my hand, and blue magic power radiated from my palm, the blue handprint had reappeared on the neck of Fismer, but this time, it directly dragged him towards me.

In a twinkling, Fismer was dragged by the ghostly hand to me, and the surrounding guards had turned pale with terror, but still tried to snatch at him.

The few royal guards, were, in fact, Gold-rank fighters, and they were charging in full throttle, murderously. However, what they were facing was not just me alone.

“Shut up you idiots!”

As one of the elder Frigid Nightmares, Hellcoming was the friend of the first-generation Mist King, he should be around 1700 years old now, his skills knew no bounds.

A single roar had sent some unlucky knights, one by one flying towards the wall.

Looking at the useless man who was overwhelmed with fear, the flames of fury were rising in my heart.

“You, a descendant of Mist? Scum like you, the Mist King?”

It was all due to his feebleness and selfishness, which led everything down the worst path. Should he have listened to the advice and prepared for the war, all of these would not have happened, never would the Beastmen armies invade the hinterland so easily, it was just like walking into an empty castle.

Owing to just a wrong thought, the blood was flowing like a river.

“Bang!”

To think of the countless lives being sacrificed, was beyond my tolerance, and thus, I threw the heaviest punch I could, right on his face.

“Believing the villain, ignoring the earnest words, sitting aside while watching the invasion of Beastmen… arrogant and ignorant, committing all manner or outrage, willful and outrageous, do you deserve to be king?”

“Bash!”

It was another punch, falling violently on the right side of his face.

This time, a few teeth had fallen, Fismer mouth was full of blood, he sobbed in tears, and started begging for mercy.

Watching him beg for mercy just enraged me even more.

In this war, I have seen countless heads hanging off trees, and I was afraid that they didn’t even have a chance to beg for mercy. That aside, they wouldn’t have even begged for mercy, they would go to any length to protect their families and homes, but this damned fatty before me…

“Sitting aside to watch the country falling, keeping all military forces to protect himself, not even sending a fraction of his military forces to assist the other cities… coward, selfish, foolish, non-visionary, do you think you’re worthy to be king?”

“Bash”

This time, the violent punch had fallen on his stomach, it hurt so much that he had bent over like a prawn.

“…dissolute and dissipated, being promiscuous in the palace, you worthy to be king?”

Looking at the bewildered Elven slaves at the front, I couldn’t help to think of how Fismer, as a king, would indulge in slavery, which had invoked so much resentment, creating such a chaotic situation.

“…, colluding eoyj the other races but bringing ruin to your own race, do you call yourself a king?”

To trade for Beastmen ladies with the Beastman Chief, he had removed the defending troops for the Beastmen to snatch away the famed Human beauties, I couldn’t believe my ears, upon hearing the news, and never would one imagine that there was such a shameless king.

“…murdering his kin, usurping the throne, do you call yourself a king?”

Unlike the royal families in the past, all of Fismer’s siblings had died a miserable death. Before all of these disgusting crimes, how I was stabbed was but a trifle.

More and more punches came down, I was getting more furious the more I attacked. If it wasn’t because of this imbecile here, things wouldn’t have come to this point. The Spirit of Mist that we had been guarding at all costs, wouldn’t suffer such a humiliation.

“Just when all the people were striving to leave, how dare you surrender? How dare you surrender! How could you have the audacity to surrender! Over two thousand years of Mist Kingdom history, and you’re the first King to surrender… clinging to life cravenly instead of braving death, abandoning honour and justice, and you call yourself a king? Why?!”

“Ah!”

A vicious arm, coupled with a leg, had shattered the backbone of Fismer, leaving him to lie prone on the floor, breathless.

Nevertheless, this was just the beginning.

“Losing honour as a leader, losing people as a king, losing virtue as a man.” I, Roland Mist, as the last descendant of Mist, hereby impeaches Fismer Caso!

“I, the Hellcoming the Frigid Nightmare, in the name of the first-generation royal family, exempt the proposal of Fismer Caso, and propose that Roland Mist be the temporary Mist King.

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