Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2875: 1574: Sudden Despair (Part 2)

Capítulo 2875: Chapter 1574: Sudden Despair (Part 2)

With a scornful snort full of mockery, the “Old Fishman King” spoke in a chilling tone, “In this world, where is there a free lunch? I have satisfied your greed; naturally, now is the time for you to pay the price.”

“You…”

These words left Lena speechless, a shadow of despair and helplessness etching across her brow.

The foe spoke true. Over the past century, the Desert Fishmen had reaped substantial gains from his directions. Yet, this came at the cost of their infamy spreading among the second-tier forces.

In recent years, Father King had placed even greater faith in him, which had just managed to shield the Desert Fishmen from starvation amid the crushing weight of the Throne Corridor.

The territory inhabited by the Desert Fishmen was quite barren, after all, and the ocean's fish yields were scarce, sufficient only for their minimal sustenance needs... Faced with such hardship, what choice did Father King truly have?

“But if you hadn’t lured our King from the start, he never would have knelt before you!”

Stepping up boldly, Little Sail declared furiously, “Everything traces back to you—you're the true source of this disaster!”

“You're that Stone Spirit, aren't you? Your presence gives off a vibe that unsettles me deeply.”

The “Old Fishman King” fixed his gaze on Little Sail, retorting coldly, “Indeed, even if I did lure you, what of it? As the proverb states, ‘You reap what you sow’—it's your own doing.”

“Besides, without my intervention, you'd still be slumbering within that Gate of Truth. Would you even be standing here now?”

Silence fell over Little Sail after these words, leaving him without a comeback.

Right then, Leo Ray's steady voice rang out, “Unfortunately, we've received no favors from you. Now, the Desert Fishmen stand allied with us. With them under my safeguard, the price falls solely on you—and you alone.”

“No matter the depth of the Old Fishman King's trust in you, he wouldn't surrender total control, would he? As a ruler, he understands his burdens well. This much is clear from the prosperous Fishman capital and the modest Royal Castle. The Old Fishman King is no avaricious despot.”

Leo Ray's eyes narrowed once more as he murmured softly, “If my guess holds, you've employed some form of mind control on the Old Fishman King, allowing you to dominate all he possesses with ease?”

“What a bothersome brat.”

A flicker of rage finally twisted the “Old Fishman King’s” aged features, as he snapped coldly, “And if I have? That fool squandered a hundred years of my efforts before I could fully dominate him. Then you interlopers appeared right as I prepared to harness those idiots' rituals outside, shedding the bone restraints to silently claim the entire Fishman Kingdom.”

Chills raced down Lena and Little Sail's spines at this revelation. Should this fiend truly supplant the Old Fishman King and emerge from the temple, the fallout would be catastrophic.

Lena knew this all too well: in days past, he hadn't just pushed her Father King toward exploitative trades but issued countless savage commands as well. Thankfully, Father King had resisted full obedience, offering mere words while shielding countless innocent Fishmen.

The “Old Fishman King’s” tone turned ever more frantic as he bellowed coldly, “Not one of you escapes this place today!”

As the “Old Fishman King” uttered these words, hordes of Guardians of Devouring erupted from the pale ceiling and floor, shattering our defensive lines in a flash. Abyssal maws gaped open all around, lunging to consume us from every direction!

The atmosphere plunged into chaos instantly, thick with lethal menace.

“Tighten the defenses!”

Leo Ray reacted with lightning speed, unleashing a storm of razor-sharp blade auras that obliterated the encroaching Guardians of Devouring nearby, while barking orders to the powerhouses.

“Understood, Your Majesty!”

The powerhouses swiftly rallied from the abrupt assault at Leo Ray's directive, energies exploding from their cores as they unleashed their might.

Swords and axes swung fiercely, blade glows and spells weaving together in fatal trajectories through the air.

Empowered by the Power of Divine Grace, the bulk of these surprise Guardians of Devouring fell rapidly. Though reinforcements surged endlessly, the powerhouses had reformed under Leo Ray’s lead, forming an unyielding front.

Yet no sooner had our ranks steadied than fresh turmoil struck.

Without any prelude, towering white barriers materialized around us out of nowhere, sealing every exit by linking floor to ceiling.

Our relentless strikes ensured that the moment these barriers rose, they were bombarded by intense magical glows, crumbling into vast gaps immediately.

The abrupt white walls appeared utterly eerie, and though sections shattered, they mended themselves in an instant just like before.

The sight that sent icy shivers racing down every spine revealed endless more walls lurking right behind the broken spots.

Spotting this oddity, the group stared in stunned focus and realized those strange walls consisted of countless Guardians of Devouring crammed and stacked tightly together.

The instant they fragmented, all eyes caught swarms of white eyeballs erupting from the edges before fusing back seamlessly, rendering the walls utterly unbreakable.

Even more chilling was how these walls swiftly fused into a massive arc, closing in relentlessly from every direction toward our position.

“This is…?!”

With everything unfolding so abruptly, in total confusion, the team held their breaths and unleashed attacks at maximum speed.

Yet despite the full barrage from everyone, they barely managed to slow the giant arc's squeezing advance even a little.

This colossal arc, radiating a thick aura of deadly menace, healed rapidly while absorbing endless Guardians of Devouring burrowing from the ceiling and floor, swelling larger and more terrifying by the second.

Cold sweat poured steadily from every forehead, as all grasped the harsh truth: their destruction pace lagged far behind the foes' regeneration rate. If this dragged on, nothing awaited but being ground to dust—or worse, swallowed whole.

“Hahaha, let’s see how reckless you can still be now!”

The “Old Fishman King’s” form darted wildly around the enormous walls as he taunted arrogantly, “You’re doomed to die now! Once you’re dead, I can find a way to restore the rituals by those fools outside!”

Amid the enemy's manic laughter, Leo Ray had already rushed the elites to the altar's back, zeroing in straight on that towering creepy white statue.

Leo Ray recognized this chaotic wall onslaught from his prior clash in Medusa’s Land of Divine Favor; that peculiar white statue undoubtedly tied to the enemy's life source, much like the sand-robed old man.

Since the foe couldn't escape even while dominating the Old Fishman King, his life origin must remain anchored there. Smashing it might not erase him entirely, but it would deliver a devastating strike for sure.

Right now, the giant arc hadn't engulfed that spot yet, presenting the prime moment to strike!

“What are you going to do?”

The “Old Fishman King” clearly caught Leo Ray’s plan, a hint of panic creeping into his tone.

“Attack there with full force!”

Leo Ray ignored the foe completely, pointing right at the eerie humanoid statue as he barked the order to charge.