Chapter 73: The Domineering Spear Hero—Valen Thrugh
“Hahahaha! Your Majesty Emperor, I heard that damn man met his end at the hand of the Demon Emperor… Is it true?”
At the sudden sound, Velix’s eyes immediately turned cold, and a powerful aura seemed to almost explode from his body.
However, after a moment, he suppressed it, and his gaze returned to indifference as he directed his attention towards the direction from which the sound originated.
Jim, Rain, Natasya, and Guren each displayed a shift in expression upon hearing the sound.
Simultaneously, all four subtly adjusted their positions and directed their gazes towards the source of the voice.
Soon, a man with a towering, imposing figure emerged from the direction they were looking.
He stands at approximately 2.5 meters tall, with a muscular, formidable physique exuding dominance.
His red hair and fiery red eyes gave him the appearance of an incarnation of blazing fire.
Draped in a red cloak that enveloped his massive frame, he seemed to embody his title even more fittingly.
Despite lacking a handsome face and appearing rather ordinary, the aura he exuded was incredibly potent.
With each step he took, the space around him seemed to tremble and distort, overwhelmed by the aura he made no effort to suppress.
This man was none other than Valen Thrugh, the Spear Hero of this era.
Behind him, an armored guard ran after him with a panicked expression, but dared not halt him, instead maintaining a safe distance.
It was evident that this guard was the throne room door guard who had made the earlier announcement.
Judging by his expression, it seemed that Valen had broken through and forced his way into the throne room, leaving the guard visibly overwhelmed.
“Spear Hero, I implore you not to barge in like this. His Majesty will surely be angered, and we will face punishment.” The throne room door guard spoke bitterly and anxiously to Valen, who strode before him.
If it had been anyone else, he would not have hesitated to sever their heads for daring to disobey orders by barging into the throne room without the Holy Emperor’s permission.
Yet, this intruder was none other than the famously domineering Spear Hero!
How could an anchovy character like him possibly restrain and stop someone like Valen?
Merely staring at the man, who stood about 2.5 meters tall like a giant, had already filled him with fear, let alone attempting to stop him!
Upon hearing the throne room door guard’s words, Valen, still sporting a careless smile, replied, “Hahaha! Don’t worry, little guard. His Majesty the Emperor won’t be as angry as you think.”
“After all, he’s been sitting on that throne for too long, which probably made him even more sluggish, hahaha!”
His domineering and nonchalant words, as if fearless, nearly caused the guard to faint from fright.
Who else in this empire would dare to utter such arrogant words besides the man before him?
The guard refrained from further speech, resigned to endure his fear in silence.
‘Damn it! If only I had known the Spear Hero was returning today, I would have chosen not to serve as the throne room door guard,’ the guard muttered regretfully, feeling that today was the unluckiest day he had ever experienced.
Among the palace guards, there was a well-known saying: “The most unfortunate guards are those stationed at the throne room door when the Spear Hero returns from his mission.”
This saying made a lot of sense, given how Valen’s consistent disregard for etiquette overwhelmed the guards stationed at the throne room door.
Consequently, the guards often sought information about when the Spear Hero returned from his missions.
However, since the Spear Hero rarely made appearances, this guard was caught off guard and never anticipated being the unlucky guard mentioned in the saying!
The two walked until they halted right in front of Velix, who was seated on the throne.
Before Valen could utter a word, the throne room door guard stepped forward and bowed respectfully.
“Hail, Your Majesty the Emperor,” he said respectfully, his tone tinged with nervousness.
Velix, noting his fear, simply nodded in understanding.
“You may return; I hold no blame for you.” His words brought a sigh of relief to the guard, instantly dispelling all his fears.
“In that case, Your Majesty, I would like to request permission to take my leave,” the guard said, bowing respectfully before swiftly departing the throne room, paying no heed to anyone present.
The only thought occupying his mind was that he was safe!
Glancing at the guard’s departure, Velix turned his gaze back to Valen coldly and inquired, “Can’t you exhibit some decorum upon entering my throne room?”
Upon hearing this, Valen wore a careless smile and chuckled lightly.
“Hahaha! I’m sorry, Your Majesty. Although I’ve been trying to change, it’s proving quite challenging,” he said with a hint of apology, though it was evident he was merely being perfunctory.
Velix took a deep breath, attempting to suppress his anger at the flippant response.
If it weren’t for his status as a hero and his attitude remaining within the limits of tolerance, Velix might have contemplated severe consequences, as he had done with Leon previously.
Slowly exhaling to calm himself, Velix swiftly changed the subject.
“You should already know why I recalled you from the border defense mission, correct?” Velix asked, his tone indifferent.
In response, Valen nodded and replied, “Indeed, Your Majesty.”
“I just didn’t anticipate that the damn man would turn out to be deceased, which is far beyond my expectations. After all, he was the only opponent who could match me.”
His expression bore a tinge of melancholy, uncertain whether his words stemmed from pity for Leon’s death or from mourning the loss of a worthy opponent.
Velix simply nodded, saying nothing. After all, Leon’s death was his doing, and he felt no remorse for it.
“Since you grasp the situation, this will proceed smoothly,” Velix stated calmly, then continued, “In this war, you and the Bow Hero, Luna, will serve as the main generals, with support from Natasya and Guren.”
Valen nodded indifferently at the arrangement, but upon hearing the unfamiliar name “Guren,” he raised one eyebrow in curiosity.
“Guren? Who’s that?” Valen inquired, his gaze fixed on Velix with intrigue.
“It’s him,” Velix said with a slight smile, gesturing towards Guren standing beside Natasya.
Following Velix’s gesture, Valen’s gaze landed on a handsome man with golden hair and green eyes, exuding an aura of royalty.
“Oh? Is he Guren?” Valen scrutinized him closely, eager to discern what set him apart.
Sensing the weight of Valen’s interrogating gaze, Guren frowned slightly, discomfort prickling at him.
The intensity of that stare made him feel as though he were being scrutinized by an immensely powerful and terrifying beast.
Furthermore, Valen made no effort to conceal his aura, causing Guren, who is typically confident in his own strength, to sense a potent threat.
However, Guren had no intention of showing any weakness and strove to maintain a composed demeanor.
Just as Guren was about to greet Valen, a dismissive voice emanated from Valen’s lips.
“Your Majesty, are you certain you want to entrust this weakling to aid me?”
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