Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2837 1555: The Old Knight's Past

"Ahem, everyone, listen carefully!"

Confronted by the puzzled gazes of the grizzled warriors clad in gray armor, Moli planted her hands on her hips and declared loudly: "Before you stands the supreme emperor, who ended the conflicts within the Human Clan and ushered in peace across human territories, the lord of the Human Clan, forger of legends, Emperor Leo Ray!"

After shadowing Leo Ray enthusiastically for a while, Moli had clearly picked up plenty about his exploits.

"This little one is showboating once more."

Hearing that, Leo Ray gave a wry smile.

Even though the girl's words rang true, getting his stories retold by a Forest Spirit was still unfamiliar territory for him.

"Lord of the Human Clan? Your Imperial Majesty?"

The sturdy lead knight snapped to attention and exclaimed: "With your exalted position, Excellency, what brings you to this place?"

"Lest you remain ignorant!"

Moli seized the floor again, chest puffed proudly, announcing: "His Majesty rules not just the Human Clan but has guided them into the Outer Region, forcing third-class powers there to submit. Now, their push deeper into the Outer Region presses on! Be aware, wherever His Majesty treads, that age blooms into dazzling glory..."

"Enough, enough, praises can wait for later."

Leo Ray lightly tapped Moli's shoulder with a helpless grin, figuring these veteran knights probably had no clue about recent events.

"So, the Human Clan's internal strife has truly ceased at last?"

A trace of melancholy crossed the sturdy old knight's firm features, mirrored on the faces of his fellow knights.

"Your Excellency, do you perhaps know what's happening beyond?"

A flicker of astonishment appeared on Leo Ray's face as he inquired with curiosity.

"I fear we must begin with our awakening, Your Imperial Majesty."

Now aware of Leo Ray's stature, the sturdy old knight's tone brimmed with deeper reverence.

His wrinkle-lined eyes took on a distant, wistful gleam as he recounted the long-buried history from three millennia past.

"Upon opening our eyes, we found ourselves and the Fortress inexplicably transported to this subterranean chamber, with no inkling of what had transpired."

"Utterly disoriented, we clambered down from the Fortress walls, removed our helmets, and beheld mutual bewilderment in one another's gazes."

"Our final recollections were of clashing with a foe, yet probing deeper brought piercing headaches, as if those memories had been brutally erased, leaving mere shards of emotions—tension, terror, and hopelessness."

"Beyond that, much else escaped us: our enemy's identity, the battlefield's chaos, the reason for our struggle—all gone."

These revelations cast grave solemnity over everyone's faces. What he described marked the immediate aftermath of the Era of Blankness.

In that time, the remnants of the Ten Thousand Clans stirred from ruins and desolation, their former homes and radiant civilizations all but obliterated.

Fei'er and Elder Bing, who had also awakened amid such ruins, felt a profound resonance, even if not right after the Era of Blankness—the sense of violation from sundered memories felt eerily alike.

"Despite losing so much, one truth burned eternal in our souls: we are Gray Thorn Kingdom warriors, bearers of its honor and mission. Our ultimate order was to guard this Fortress with our lives."

A dignified resolve lit the sturdy old knight's visage as he pressed on: "After taking stock back then, just over a thousand of us remained, our other brothers vanished without trace—no bodies at all."

At these words, Leo Ray reflected thoughtfully, nodding as understanding dawned. This was undoubtedly the "Lost Relic Effect", where no ancient remains lingered in the Ten Thousand Clans' relics or ruins.

Not just relics, but the rare surviving ancient cities and Lands of Divine Favor from the Era of Blankness—like Ice Stone City, Crystal Blue City, City of Light, and this very ancient human city—held the same truth.

Those Ten Thousand Clans who perished in the Era of Blankness dissolved utterly into time's void, much like their erased annals.

This realization stirred fresh puzzlement in Leo Ray.

The reinforcing cavalry numbered two full legions, and combined with the defenders here, far exceeded a mere thousand souls.

Though questions mounted, Leo Ray held his tongue for now, absorbing the knight's unfolding saga intently.

"Once we'd grasped our plight, despite the riddles plaguing us, we swiftly dispatched our finest to the surface, hunting for the kingdom and fellow Human Clan members."

The sturdy old knight's gaze turned even more remote as he went on: "That's when we pieced together the grim reality: gods had vanished without reason, abandoning their blessings; across the once-thriving lands of the Ten Thousand Clans lay only wreckage and prowling Demon Beasts, with scant survivors like us emerging from the fog of confusion."