Chapter 1179 Impending Clash

1179 Impending Clash

"Lyon..." Luce's mutter echoed in this vast realm of emptiness. In the mystifying dance of feathers, Luce's eyes widened in astonishment as the delicate plumes, once suspended in the air, abruptly descended to the ground. The unexpected cascade left Luce in a state of bewilderment.

"W-What's going on?" she questioned, her voice tinged with both surprise and uncertainty. The ethereal display seemed to defy the laws of the unseen forces she usually wielded with confidence.

The feathers, in a seemingly whimsical attempt, lifted once more, seeking to reconstruct the ethereal silhouette that had momentarily graced her solitude. Yet, much to their defiance, the delicate plumes faltered again, scattering in a poetic disarray.

The repeated dance of ascent and descent unfolded a celestial ballet that left Luce questioning the very nature of this enigmatic encounter. The unresolved mystery lingered in the air, much like the feathers that eluded their ephemeral formation.

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The orc, his sinewy muscles rippling with urgency, raced through the rocky terrain of the orc clan's settlement. His pounding footsteps echoed against the cavern walls, resonating through the sturdy pillars that adorned the pathway leading to the elders' council.

Bursting into the council chamber, the orc found himself in the presence of the patriarch and the esteemed elders, who were engrossed in discussions about the well-being of their people. The atmosphere within the chamber shifted as the intruding orc brought with him a sense of urgency and foreboding.

"Patriarch! Elders!" the orc panted, beads of sweat trickling down his furrowed brow. The patriarch, a formidable figure adorned with symbols of leadership, raised a questioning brow, prompting the messenger to continue.

"There are hordes of Devil Cultivators roaming the sky!" The words hung heavily in the air, casting a shadow over the council's deliberations. The elders, wise and experienced, exchanged knowing glances, recognizing the gravity of the situation.

The patriarch, a beacon of strength and authority, rose from his seat, his eyes narrowing with a mix of concern and determination. The news of Devil Cultivators, ominous figures with a reputation for chaos, warranted immediate attention. The chapters is up by N0vEI__bin

"Hm," the patriarch grunted, his deep voice resonating in the chamber. "Gather the warriors. We must prepare for the coming storm." The urgency in his command echoed through the stone walls, stirring the orc warriors into action.

As the messenger hurried to relay the patriarch's orders, the council chamber transformed into a hive of activity. The elders, their expressions hardened with resolve, prepared to face the unknown threat that loomed above. The orc clan, bound by a history of resilience, would stand united against the encroaching darkness in defense of their sacred realm.

The elders, their faces etched with concern, gathered around the patriarch as they deliberated on the unfolding crisis. The orc patriarch, a figure of authority and wisdom, listened to their counsel, his eyes scanning the faces of his trusted advisors.

stepped forward. "Rakumtatak, you are famed for your rivalry against Lyon Torga. You must know something abo—"

"He's alive," Rakumtatak interjected, delivering the revelation with a casual demeanor that sent shockwaves through the entire horde. The devil cultivators exchanged bewildered glances, struggling to grasp the implications of Rakumtatak's words.

"In fact," Rakumtatak continued, gesturing towards the convoluted sphere shimmering atop the great statue of Lyon Torga, "he is the center of all of your unease right now." The devil cultivators turned their attention to the statue, realization dawning upon them as they confronted the unexpected revelation of Lyon Torga's continued existence.

The strongest devil cultivator within the horde stepped forward, addressing Rakumtatak with a hint of arrogance. "It's a good thing that you decided not to be in our way," he declared, his words carrying an air of confidence. "Since... the Elven Emperor has not been feeling well as of late," he added, hinting at some undisclosed information.

Rakumtatak, with a raised brow, seemed to make a connection between the devil cultivator's words and Yala's earlier sobbing. The pieces of the unfolding situation began to fall into place.

"Now, if you'll excuse us," the devil cultivator continued, expecting Rakumtatak to yield to their advance.

"Excuse you what?" Rakumtatak responded, his tone laced with defiance. "I will not let anyone intervene with the show my rival is putting on."

The devil cultivator, attempting to assert authority, warned, "Do you know the consequences of opposing Purgatory? Your clan."

Rakumtatak, undeterred, retorted with a menacing confidence, "Do you know the consequences of opposing me?" In the blink of an eye, he blitzed forward, catching the devil cultivators off guard. Blood splattered in the air, accompanied by a collective gasp from the horde. Moments later, an agonized thud followed as the strongest devil cultivator fell, his wings severed by Rakumtatak's swift and decisive action.

"Your wings," Rakumtatak declared, his words echoing with a chilling finality. The remaining devil cultivators, witnessing the ruthless display, were left to ponder the gravity of opposing the formidable Ogre Emperor.

"And he's not alone," a voice declared, building an air of suspense among the devil cultivators. Before them, like a ghostly apparition, Liu the Phantom materialized, his form blending seamlessly with the shadows. He stood in front of the horde, a lone figure under the moon's ethereal glow.

Liu, wielding his sword with a poised readiness, exuded an air of quiet determination. The devil cultivators, now faced with not one but two formidable opponents, were left to reassess their plans and reconsider the consequences of their actions in the face of such opposition. The moonlit night bore witness to an impending clash between the forces of Purgatory and the unexpected defenders of Golem City.

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