Chapter 180: Chapter180-Pyrothrone Kingdom’s Killing Intent
As the Middle Earth prodigies were fervently discussing the situation, Edward couldn’t help but step forward, concern evident in his voice:
“Owen, according to the records in Academy City, the dangers within that tomb are immeasurable. Moreover, once Kyrik discovers our intentions, they will undoubtedly mobilize their entire nation to stop you. While their strength may not match that of Middle Earth’s forces, their numbers are not to be underestimated. Are you certain about this course of action?”
To Edward, Owen’s plan seemed like another one of his audacious, continent-shaking schemes—practically impossible to achieve!
Owen’s expression remained resolute as he responded without hesitation, “The Godslayer Staff must be unsealed, and no one will stand in my way. If the royal family of Kyrik tries to stop me, then we’ll annihilate them first—it’s not out of the question!”
As soon as Owen’s words fell, it was as if a thunderclap had erupted across the sky, sending a shiver down the spines of everyone present.
Having spent time around Owen, they knew that once he made up his mind, nothing—no matter how difficult—could change it!
Once again, the continent was on the verge of upheaval.
Owen’s deep gaze turned back to Edward, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he said, “Edward, I hear the position of Academy City’s head professor will soon be up for grabs. If you help me, you’ll have a shot at that position.”
Hearing Owen’s words, Edward’s eyes immediately lit up.
The head professor’s upcoming ascension to Middle Earth was a settled matter, and his position had already become the target of countless ambitions within Academy City—including Edward’s own.
After all, who in Academy City didn’t aspire to reach the pinnacle, to become the person who leads and sets historical records for the city?
However, that position was not one just anyone could occupy.
Up until now, it had been a distant dream for Edward, with his current strength, status, and influence still far from what was required.
But with Owen’s backing, Edward realized he might actually stand a chance.
Even if he didn’t secure the position this time, his future prospects would greatly improve.
Given Owen’s rising strength and influence across the continent, his opinions would increasingly shape decisions even within neutral Academy City.
“Owen, are you serious?”
Edward swallowed nervously, the temptation in Owen’s words almost too great to resist.
As long as Owen confirmed his promise, Edward would be willing to take on any risk, no matter how dangerous.
“Of course, I’m serious!”
Owen nodded without hesitation.
The Royal Tomb of Kyrik was extremely perilous, and to ensure success, Owen needed to rally every available ally.
Edward, with his strong combat abilities and access to Academy City’s intelligence network, could provide invaluable support.
With Owen’s confirmation, Edward’s face flushed with excitement as he glimpsed a bright future ahead.
At that moment, the sound of bodies descending through the air filled the area.
Charlotte, leading a group of Dark Rose operatives, landed around Owen like raindrops.
Each of them wore solemn expressions, dressed in tight, black gowns that accentuated their curvaceous figures, drawing the gazes of many men who couldn’t help but stare and swallow with desire.
However, these Dark Rose members seemed oblivious, kneeling before Owen under Charlotte’s lead.
Their voices, both alluring and sharp, rang out in unison:
“Owen, Dark Rose operatives number one through ninety-nine are here, ready to follow your orders.”
Owen was somewhat surprised as he scanned the group around him.
Dark Rose was Leslie’s most trusted personal guard, each member a battle-hardened warrior and part of a continental intelligence network.
Typically, they only answered to Leslie’s commands.
Why had all the top-tier operatives gathered here?
Noticing Owen’s confusion, Charlotte quickly reported, “Owen, it was the young lady’s order for us to assist you.”
Upon hearing this, Owen nodded in understanding.
He guessed that after Stanley relayed the message to Leslie, she had decided to deploy her most trusted Dark Rose operatives as a precaution.
Now, with Edward, a historian of Academy City, on his side and Leslie’s Dark Rose at his command, Owen felt more confident than ever.
The combined forces of these two top-tier intelligence agencies would bolster his efforts significantly.
The others present looked at the formidable Dark Rose women with a mix of awe and fear.
As Leslie’s power over the Azure Kingdom grew, the presence of Dark Rose operatives became more widespread across various regions.
These women, as beautiful as they were deadly, were like their name—roses with thorns, cold-blooded and ruthless, responsible for the deaths of many powerful figures and officials.
The mere sight of them was enough to make many shudder in fear.
For a moment, the Middle Earth prodigies felt as if Kyrik was on the brink of a bloody storm.
“Owen!”
At that moment, the door to the secret chamber opened, and the Dragon Princess emerged, leading Rachel out.
Her expression was complicated as she looked at Owen.
Through her earlier conversation with Rachel in the room, the Dragon Princess had learned that Owen hadn’t taken advantage of Rachel in her vulnerable state.
Instead, he had exposed Melodic Academy’s plot against her.
What initially seemed like persecution now appeared to be a form of protection through enslavement.
It seemed she had misjudged Owen.
However, her pride prevented her from apologizing directly, so she awkwardly said, “Owen, be careful and don’t hurt Rachel. If I find out you have any ill intentions towards her, I’ll fight you with all the strength of my dragon clan!”
With that harsh warning, the Dragon Princess quickly turned and left. Just moments before, she had received a message from her clan urging her to return as soon as possible.
“Owen, who is she?”
After the Dragon Princess left, Charlotte and the other Dark Rose women couldn’t help but turn their gazes toward Rachel, who now looked pitiful with her red, swollen eyes.
Rachel was exceptionally beautiful and carried herself with an extraordinary presence.
Due to the emotional turmoil she had endured, she felt an inexplicable sense of closeness to Owen, instinctively standing beside him and clinging to his arm.
This display of intimacy caused Charlotte and the others to frown slightly.
As Leslie’s personal guards, they were well aware of how much their young lady valued Owen. Seeing this “butterfly” trying to seduce Owen in Leslie’s absence was infuriating!
“She’s my slave now. You don’t need to worry. I’ll take her back to the room and settle her first,” Owen said, noticing the disapproving looks from Charlotte and the others.
He knew they might have misunderstood the situation but didn’t bother explaining further.
He just wanted to ensure Rachel was taken care of before they tackled the Royal Tomb of Kyrik.
If anything happened to Rachel, it would be a burden he couldn’t bear.
…
As Owen led Rachel back to the secret chamber, news of Owen’s killing of Crown Prince Kaldan spread like wildfire across Pyrothrone Kingdom in Middle Earth, causing an uproar.
In Middle Earth, Pyrothrone Kingdom was a dominant force, known for its strength and aggressive nature.
They were the ones who bullied others, and no one dared to act against them—especially not against someone of royal bloodline like a prince!
Now, a figure of such importance had been brutally killed outside Middle Earth by a “barbarian” from a remote land. For the warlike Pyrothrone Kingdom, this was not just a devastating loss but also an unbearable humiliation!
The entourage that left Middle Earth for the continent was lavish, even including grandmaster-tier Protectors.
Yet despite this, Crown Prince Kaldan had been slain.
Such a colossal grudge could only be avenged with blood!
As tensions simmered, everyone—from Pyrothrone Kingdom’s officials and citizens to the various factions beyond its borders—held their breath, anticipating a storm of revenge to be unleashed upon the continent.
Within Pyrothrone Kingdom, elite troops, great generals, and even more powerful sage-tier mages were all on high alert, poised to strike at the continent and destroy Owen once and for all.
In the royal court, where the kingdom’s nobility, high officials, and venerated mages gathered, the Emperor of Pyrothrone Kingdom sat on his throne.
His eyes were filled with rage, his face flushed with fury, veins bulging with murderous intent.
“Owen, that wretch! Lawless and brazen, daring to slaughter my son! Hear me, generals: go to the continent, capture him, and tear him apart, so that his soul is condemned for eternity!”
As his cold voice echoed through the hall, the Emperor angrily picked up a golden token from the table and hurled it toward the assembled warriors below.
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