Chapter 238: Consequences
"My liege, the live broadcast equipment is ready" Ayat knelt before Vaelor, with ten elves standing behind her, ready to start the broadcast at any moment.
"Alright, begin now" Vaelor nodded to them, sitting up properly on his throne, seated with dignity and majesty. Before him stood the ten elves ready to display the broadcast, each of them holding a circular disk made up of several rings joined together, aiming it toward Vaelor’s face.
These disks were the broadcast arrays that the City of Light had become famous for above all other kingdoms, relying on the Law of Light, which had also been used on the day of Rios’s coronation as King of the City of Light.
But that broadcast back then had merely been a screen of light appearing in the sky, displaying the event, and the distance the broadcast covered had barely extended to the outskirts of the city at most. But after obtaining the Law of Formation, the elves had further developed this array to display the event as a three-dimensional holographic model, and afterward Vaelor had developed it even further, making it cross regional boundaries and not limited to the City of Light alone.
Now, with the sun in its last moments of appearance, about to disappear over the horizon, and the moon gradually rising in the sky, lights shot up from every bank, one after another, toward the sky, and when the sun completely vanished over the horizon, a gigantic holographic projection appeared above each bank... and that projection belonged to Vaelor, seated upon his throne!
"Look at that thing over there!" amid vast blue plains, thousands of massively built people stood, their bodies exceeding three meters, with thick golden hair resembling a lion’s mane, looking at Vaelor’s projection in astonishment and fear.
That projection didn’t just transmit the image, but transmitted both the image and the aura together... the aura of Vaelor, who had established three soul gates... or the equivalent of the Sixth Level!
"Welcome, people of the Mother Continent, and all its citizens!" Vaelor addressed everyone watching the broadcast across all the bank branches...
The City of Light, where the main headquarters was located.
The Elven War Kingdom.
The Elven Kingdom of Nature.
The Dragon Ruins Kingdom.
The Black Dragon Kingdom.
The Golden Lion Kingdom.
The Golden Roar Kingdom, who were now watching the broadcast from the blue plains.
The Silent Raven Kingdom.
The Centaur Kingdom.
The Kingdom of Cloud Wings.
The Storm Kingdom... or what remained of it.
And aside from the kingdoms belonging to Vaelor’s realm, where the bank had been established in the royal capital of those kingdoms, the other four remaining, non-affiliated kingdoms had their banks established outside their royal capitals, but not too far from them.
"I am Vaelor Valckar, the Immortal Tree of Abyss, and the King above the kings of the Mother Continent... and lord of this bank!" Vaelor continued speaking with arrogance and haughtiness, giving no regard to anyone.
"The bank is fundamentally a commercial and investment entity in particular, and does not interfere in the affairs of other kingdoms, and can be entered by anyone from any kingdom, of any race, without restrictions..." Vaelor continued speaking, introducing the bank and its functions, but in the end his expression turned into a strange, calm coldness, and he said in a rigid tone...
"But don’t think us weak, for whoever oversteps their bounds with us will fall beneath my feet, just as the rest of the great kingdoms of this continent have fallen!" the broadcast immediately switched to display recordings of the elves bringing down the five ancient kingdoms, displaying the extent of their power and might clearly.
"Isn’t that Olivia, the Silent Queen’s sister!" in the Kingdom of Cloud Wings, some of the Falcons were startled when they recognized Olivia in the scene of her submission and surrender to Vaelor.
"Isn’t that Advisor Izek, advisor to the King of the Dragon Ruins Kingdom!" and in the Black Dragon Kingdom, some people also recognized their acquaintances in the surrender scene.
"And if you give yourselves a higher standing than you deserve, your fate will be like theirs!" Vaelor’s voice continued, and the broadcast switched again to display the ruins of the Storm Kingdom, which hadn’t been rebuilt yet, then moved to the royal palace... or what had once been the royal palace!
The spot where the throne the Falcon King once sat upon used to be, there was no longer any throne... instead, Imris now stood in the throne’s place at this moment, and beneath him, the Falcon King knelt!
At this moment, the Falcon King knelt on all fours, his hands and feet, like a dog or a beast, and his six wings had been severed, the marks of their severing clearly visible on his back.
Numerous lines were drawn across his body, and numerous wounds stood out as clear marks of whip lashes. Numerous bruises appeared clearly visible, and it was also clear that whoever had been beating him had done so with intense malice and hatred.
His body and face had grown extremely gaunt, to the point that his bones and frame showed through... he looked utterly wretched, but he hadn’t died yet.
"This... this... isn’t this the King of the Storm Kingdom, our race’s mother kingdom" the King of the Kingdom of Cloud Wings opened his eyes wide as he stared at the broadcast.
"Isn’t that also the mother kingdom of the Falcon race... the Storm Kingdom!" then he looked at the ruins of the Storm Kingdom as well with some anger.
This matter was no longer just about the Storm Kingdom alone. The Storm Kingdom was considered the mother kingdom of all Falcon kingdoms, and was also considered the birthplace of the Falcon ancestors, from which the first Falcon had emerged.
This had become a sensitive matter concerning an entire race!
"I heard the Falcon King was one of the strongest people among the kingdoms, so how did he fall to this state!" beside the King of the Kingdom of Cloud Wings, one of the ministers stood, asking with some indignation.
"Please, be patient, gentlemen, don’t you see we can’t even get close, and that we feel intense pressure from this entire distance away from that so-called King Vaelor!" another minister spoke, terror etched across his face "we’re at the Fourth Level, yet we feel all this pressure from merely his projection alone, so what would happen to us if we stood in his actual presence"
The moment the minister said this, the sound of several people swallowing hard could be heard, but he paid them no mind and pointed toward the projections of the Falcon King and Imris...
"You feel the Falcon King’s aura quite clearly, it’s at the Fourth Level... but that young boy’s aura standing beside him never belongs to someone at the Fourth Level... it has far surpassed that!"