Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2879: 1576: Return and Warning (Part 2)

Right as Leo Ray pondered this, the enemy's frenzied laughter suddenly halted, and the aged Fishman King's feeble form tumbled to the ground, his breaths coming in shallow gasps.

“That’s Father King’s aura!”

Lena's starry eyes sparkled brightly, and she rushed ahead to steady the old Fishman King, her face beaming with delight: “Father King has returned!”

At the same moment, Little Fan brimmed with thrill, helping Lena prop up the unconscious old Fishman King.

Moments later, a blinding white flash struck before the trio's eyes, and amid the haze, they stood once more in the shadowy, humid Underground Temple—more precisely, within a colossal skeleton.

“Your Majesty!”

Spotting Leo Ray and the others materialize again, Fei’er, Moli, Elder Bing, Kira, and Hollis all surged forward in excitement.

After verifying Leo Ray bore no injuries, the group eagerly shared the tale of recent happenings.

True to Leo Ray's foresight, the stunned team swiftly regained their composure following the trio's enigmatic vanishing.

Fei’er and Elder Bing's prompt responses blanketed everyone anew in the thick Power of Divine Grace.

What followed was plain to see: through collective might, the cryptic statue was smashed apart rapidly, restoring the three to everyone's sight.

“From what everyone described, it all unfolded in mere breaths, yet our time in the Spiritual Space dragged on far longer, much like the contract with the Stone Spirit.”

“Does that mean during the contract signing, I entered a fleeting Spiritual Space too? Outsiders only saw a brilliant golden glow, after all.”

Leo Ray eyed the statue's pedestal, still puffing black smoke, and nodded in contemplation.

A glance around revealed the fatal grand array and Guardians of Devouring had vanished, leaving a barren, vacant expanse.

Of note, the ghostly white glow that once permeated the area had utterly faded, a sure sign of the enemy's complete downfall.

“My deepest thanks, Your Majesty, for saving my Father King!”

Lena dropped to her knees, gratitude shining on her face, as the old Fishman King, upheld by Little Fan, gradually fluttered his eyes open—frail still, but his once-cloudy gaze now remarkably sharper.

“Princess, no need for such ceremony; it was merely a minor effort.”

Leo Ray stooped to lift her up, then inclined his head to the freshly roused old Fishman King: “Let’s get out of here first.”

With that, the group retraced their steps, swiftly arriving back at the venerable Fishman Castle.

Beholding the old King rescued safely and the terrifying Guardians of Devouring eradicated, the tense Fishman ministers and generals erupted in joy, directing looks of profound thanks and awe toward Leo Ray.

“Thank you, Your Majesty the King, for saving this old one and the whole Fishman Kingdom!”

Within the King’s chamber, the old Fishman King, somewhat recovered, rose from his bed to bow toward Leo Ray, only to be gently restrained.

“Your Majesty of the Fishmen overstates it; it was hardly noteworthy.”

Leo Ray eased him back onto the bed with a smile: “We merely fulfilled our role, but the real champions are Princess Lena and all Fishmen who refused to yield.”

Post-rescue, Leo Ray had urged the weakened elder to recuperate properly, but the stubborn senior demanded to voice his thanks in person, leading to this moment.

“Indeed, the Human Your Majesty stands unparalleled, small wonder your renown echoes across the Outer Region; I feel deeply honored.”

Having offered his thanks, regret etched the old Fishman King’s wrinkled features as he spoke in sorrow: “That entity ensnared me, almost leading to an irredeemable blunder.”

“Father King, speak not like that—if not for your relentless battle against that monster, the Desert Fishmen would have starved ages ago!”

Lena couldn’t hold back, eyeing her father’s remorseful expression.

“Lena, my child, had your father pierced the veil fully, the Desert Fishmen wouldn’t face such infamy now.”

The old Fishman King gave a wry smile and shook his head before facing Leo Ray: “Human Your Majesty, I nearly turned into their puppet, yet a sliver of my awareness witnessed it all. It’s solely due to Your Majesty’s aid that the Fishman Kingdom and I endured this disaster.”

“Fishmen honor debts of gratitude and cherish allies, so fear not—from henceforth, the Desert Fishmen shall serve as Your Majesty’s staunchest allies!”

These declarations sparked jubilation among the gathered powerhouses; despite the roundabout path, a fresh ally had joined their ranks!

“Your Majesty of the Humans, this old self now grasps Your Majesty’s plan to rally forces against the Broken Wing King of the Throne Corridor. That vile beast truly runs wild, trampling other Second-tier Powers by plundering and oppressing them alone, yet I fear the matter isn’t so straightforward.”

A grave look dominated the old Fishman King’s face as he spoke once more to Leo Ray.

“Oh? What exactly do you mean?”

Leo Ray’s brow creased lightly as he asked.

“Truth be told, Your Majesty of the Humans, just recently, word reached me that the Broken Wing King appears linked to powerful Winged Race figures.”

The old Fishman King’s face turned even more somber, giving a firm nod: “Though it’s merely intel gathered by my spy from the Broken Wing Clan and lacks full confirmation, we dare not overlook it.”

“Fishman Your Majesty, are you suggesting the Broken Wing Clan has Winged beings supporting them?”

Leo Ray’s eyebrows knit tighter, as he nodded in contemplation.

Hearing this, Moli, Fei’er, Kira, Hollis, and the others all creased their brows deeply as well.

Everyone knows the Winged Race reigns at the pinnacle among the Ten Thousand Clans as a top First-class power, boasting an unfathomable legacy far surpassing our current ability to challenge.

Furthermore, Winged folk are famed for their haughtiness, dwelling mainly on secluded Sky Islands and seldom mingling directly with the rest of the Ten Thousand Clans. Thus, it’s no overstatement that even fellow First-class powers like the Elf Tribe or Dwarf Clan can’t fully grasp the Winged Race’s depths.

“But those chicken wings pride themselves so highly, hardly ever joining even battles among First-class forces, so why would they interfere in Second-tier Powers’ matters?”

Moli scowled, her lips pursing as she muttered.

Forest Elves, though less aggressive than Light and Dark Elves and lacking major foes, clash with other First-class powers like the Dwarf Clan and Winged Race due to their own lofty attitudes.

The Winged Race in particular matches the revered Forest Elves in arts and magic prowess, so Forest Elves view them as competitors and harbor resentment. No wonder Moli dubs them chicken wings.

“Your Excellency speaks true, which leads me to conclude that even if the Broken Wing Clan deals with Winged beings, it won’t involve the Winged Race’s inner circle—likely just some impulsive Winged powerhouses acting on their own.”

The old Fishman King inclined his head toward Moli before adding gravely: “Still, the Winged Race remains an authentic First-class force, one shrouded in extra mystery. The key issue is their origins remain unclear, potentially connecting back to the Winged Race core, hence my warning to Your Majesty of the Humans to stay vigilant.”

“My thanks for the caution, Fishman Your Majesty—this warrants close attention indeed.”

Leo Ray mulled it over and nodded, then dipped his head faintly: “Yet with the arrow nocked and drawn, there’s no turning back. I’ll uncover their real strength firsthand.”