694: Chapter 622: The Fierce Sunlight Reveals Everything (First Update, 5200) 694: Chapter 622: The Fierce Sunlight Reveals Everything (First Update, 5200) The year of 773 in the Era of Tara, October 5th.
The Imperial Capital of the Setar Empire, deep into the night.
The Upper City District, perched atop Solitary Mountain, was brightly lit, the Empire’s dignitaries unusually busy.
Since the upheaval of the Dark Moon, this level of activity was unprecedented.
In the afternoon of that day, the declaration by Duke of Solin after his advancement to the Fifth Energy Level had indeed shocked many hearts, and his clash of wills with the Imperial Emperor, Protector Axer, had completely dispersed the atmosphere above the entire Imperial Capital.
Although Duke of Solin was almost completely suppressed in this confrontation, he left a stern threat before departing.
Yet, with the mysterious method likely from Inaga’s Legacy that allowed him to bypass Bloodline restrictions and advance to the Fifth Energy Level, he had the confidence to engage in equal dialogue with any nation or major power on the Terra Continent.
Such a new Fifth Energy Level powerhouse would undoubtedly have a huge impact on the current situation of the Terra Continent.
Hence, the Imperial Capital was sleepless.
Even now, the void in the atmosphere remained and would take time to recover, and although the Capital’s Spirit Energy Field protected against the vacuum’s radiation, to prevent sudden climate changes to the Central Plains, Crown Prince Carlos Sertar had already led a team to repair it.
During this time, key figures from various places had also arrived one after another in the Imperial Capital.
Endless reports flowed back into the heart of the Empire.
——The Capital Region of Duke Solin’s Domain, Silvermoon City, had become a vast abyss.
This ancient city, its squares and palaces made of white marble, those spires with over four hundred years of history, were now all a pitch-black bottomless pit.
A chasm that plunged straight into the Earth’s Core, with black and white steam billowing out.
At the edge of the massive hole, looking down through those hazy heatwaves, one could see the churning Sea of Magma within the mantle.
a gateway to hell created by the Deceased Monarch, with the red magma resembling an endless river of death.
The entire Silvermoon City had sunk into the Sea of Magma, and according to intelligence reports, at that time, the city was crowded with people, all the Domain Residents who supported Duke Solin had gathered from all directions to listen to their Lord’s speech—Duke Solin signed a contract with all those present, dedicating his life and power to protect them, and in return, they would journey to Earth’s Core to establish a kingdom in hell.
When the contract was sealed, a silver-blue cold light shot up into the sky, and not just the city but the surrounding mountains trembled.
Every street, grand building, and ancient hall of Silvermoon City was etched with dense Inscription Circuits, forming an immense Spirit Energy Field.
Then, it sank, falling like lightning into the deepest depths of the mantle.
Fogs born from magma and subterranean water systems now shrouded Duke Solin’s Domain, turning it into a land enveloped in toxic mists.
It was said that one could hear the wailing of ghosts simply by approaching.
“…In a nutshell, in the mouths of the people, Duke Solin deceived the souls of his own Domain Residents, killed everyone, and used the power of these souls to pave his path to the Fifth Energy Level,”
In the Essengard Residence, the blond young man, Ian, recounted in fine detail the intelligence he overheard today in the Above City District.
He seemed a bit schadenfreudic: “Honestly, Ian, this is the first time I’ve seen so many big shots with such tense expressions, especially the Legion Commanders and Nobles around Duke Solin’s Domain, their faces really were a sight to behold—it would make one think they were chameleons if not for knowing their Bloodline Inheritance!”
“They’re not wrong, just a tad cowardly—if Duke Solin were to kill them, the moment he turned against the Empire, they would all become his funeral offerings.”
While frying steak, Ian commented, “But it was really a grand spectacle.
When I returned from the research base, I saw a line of flying vehicles and Armor Suits…
I’m not sure if they were troops urgently called back to the Imperial Capital, or Nobles in a hurry.”
Right now, Ian was cooking himself a meal after a long time—he held a frying pan, sizzling steaks in hot oil, making a pleasant sizzle.
The beef from the Seven Cities Alliance was rich in fat and aromatic.
Ian didn’t even add any oil to the pan at first; as he grilled it at high temperatures, the meat’s fat oozed out, filling the air with a savory fragrance.
Sprinkled with spices and salt, the result was a simple yet utterly satisfying taste.
The night’s snack was simple: Bison steak, baked potatoes, and a plate of assorted nuts.
Hua’an and Frost Butterfly had already started eating; the two Fae were synchronously munching on pine nuts, looking utterly content, almost like two squirrels.
Yisen got his share of steak, cutting a piece and popping it in his mouth.
The rich flavor and tender texture of the succulent beef were exceptionally delicious, and the baked potato’s crust was crunchy with hot, gooey cheese oozing out—the tantalizing aroma and crisp bite followed by the creamy taste were incredibly moreish.
Ever since solid food was no longer forbidden, Yisen had tasted Ian’s cooking several times, each time with astonishment, unable to comprehend how Ian always had so many creative culinary ideas.