Chapter 423 Revelation
"King Castian, there is no need for this. Let me be the one to talk to them,"
Callan spoke up and volunteered himself, hoping this confrontation would not end in a senseless bloodshed. King Castian stared at Callan for a while, before he finally nodded in agreement.
"We came to ask for aid from a Legacy Aesir to do something important. I hope there will be no need for unnecessary bloodshed between us," Callan said. His words have had an effect, and at last, the tension seems to disperse bit by bit.
"Why do you want to see a Legacy?" the old man asked with an inquisitive tone.
"We have found the Bifrost Gate. However, only a Legacy would be able to open that gate. We, the elves, intend to return to our ancestors through the gate," King Castian said, cutting in just as Callan was about to explain.
The moment the old man heard what the elves said, his eyes almost bulged out of their sockets in shock.
"Bifrost Gate? You have managed to find it...?" the old man whispered, bewilderment and anger evident in his tone.
"No, that gate... That gate will not be opened, and will never be. You will never be able to open it, and there will be no Legacy Aesir who will open it for you." The old man trembled and stepped back, his anger evident from his twisted expression.
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"We are not here to ask nicely!"
As King Castian spoke of his rage, the magus-level elves stood in line and began to cast each of their magic. Two elves cast a lightning storm that rumbled across the skies. King Vizier has turned his body into solid steel, while Hanz has drawn out three swords at once. Only Callan remained calm and refrained from pulling his weapon out.
"Stop them!"
The guards had thrown their spears with all their might. Their aim is really accurate. However, with only King Vizier creating a gigantic metal shield, the spears fell before they managed to shed anyone's blood.
"Sir, what should we do?" one of the guards asked him in a whisper.
The old man didn't budge and raised his wand in the air, his eyes focused on the elve magus with a serious look,
"You guys are looking for a Legacy? There is only one Legacy person left in this place. I am the Legacy, and I will not let you all open the Bifrost Gate."
At that moment, with his voice shaking even more violently, suddenly the old man stomped his staff on the ground violently once, and the next second, an explosion occurred.
Boom!
Blood and body organs splattered out. The old man just blew himself up
The elven magus wiped their faces from the fresh blood that splattered on them.
The moment before the old man exploded, they could feel the pressure of an enormous power from within his body.
King Castian growled in anger. He was annoyed with himself for not realizing what was going on in the first place.
Meanwhile, the Jarl and the guards were also shocked by what had just happened before. Their expressions were one of utter horror, shaking and unable to do anything except stand rooted on the spot.
King Vizier couldn't hold back any longer and sped up to grab the Jarl, Strangled him, and lifted him into the air.
"Where are the other Legacy Aesirs?" he snapped in a trembling voice.
However, instead of the answer he got, the man who kept kicking the empty air beneath him smiled faintly,
"You die here with us, you rotten elf!" He spat out a spit after saying his last words in King Vizier's face. And in the next second, metals grew into claws in place of the dark elve's fingers before he used those claws to squeeze the Jarl's neck into pieces.
The body was cut off from the head and King Vizier was now covered in fresh blood.
"We have to hurry back! between the Asgard manage to destroy the Arcadia or Tristan kills all the Legacy Aesir both are bad for us" He growled while trembling in anger, then he threw the disembodied head towards the guards who had fallen to their knees on the ground.