Chapter 268

King Menoetius, a fearful and harsh ruler of the empire, remains undefeated and unbeaten by all his mates. Sitting on his Dias, which seems to be forged from the blades of fallen warriors, he eyed the man who was kneeling some meters ahead of him with anger.

This man had not only spread rumours of the chosen vessel; he had been gathering rebellion to sneak out of the capital and seek the help of the chosen one with the empire map in their possession. Worst of all, he had no fear or anger in his eyes, even though all his men were slaughtered, their heads hanging on a pole in the field for everyone to see.

“Gerald!” The king’s right hand called the man with rage, but the latter remained unfazed. He didn't even raise his head to acknowledge the presence of the king or his men. “Did you want to plead for mercy, or is there any excuse for doing this?”

“Excuse?” The man chuckled, finally looking up. He spit on the floor. “Excuse my feet. Just wait here and watch as