Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2914: 1594: Moving Forward and Before the Meeting Begins (2)

“Moli certainly has a few tricks up her sleeve.”

After passing through the final detection Magic Array, which emitted dense magical fluctuations, Leo Ray, accompanied by Lila and her group, entered the magnificent Castle Hall. His surroundings were a tableau where Magic Crystals and opulence were interwoven. It could be said that the level of luxury here surpassed even the imagery from the Moon Shadow Deer People’s dreams. “Even in their dreams, the Moon Shadow Deer People would not dare to imagine such things. One must admit that one’s origins can indeed limit a clan’s imagination.” As he walked on the shimmering golden floor, Leo Ray felt the pervasive luxurious atmosphere. The walls of the Castle Hall, adorned with golden patterns and gemstone crystals, were almost entirely engraved with scenes depicting people worshipping the King. The figure seated firmly on the throne, with wings extending from its back, was unmistakably the Broken Wing King. Furthermore, even the ordinary Soldiers of the Broken Wing Clan in these depictions held a visibly higher status than those from other powers, all depicted standing on platforms symbolizing authority and status. “It’s precisely like the scenes we saw along the way.” Leo Ray observed the surrounding castle guards, all exuding an air of smugness, before shifting his gaze to Lila and the other faction Lords. Although the Monarchs maintained composed expressions, their eyes, filled with the weight of history, occasionally betrayed flickers of anxiety and tension. The same was true for the factions standing beside them. This undoubtedly indicated that despite having some form of backing, a shred of confidence was absent from their hearts. After all, the events where the Broken Wing King casually annihilated the Frost Fire Giant Royal Capital and slaughtered the Moon Shadow Deer People, leaving bodies scattered everywhere, were far too devastating. Moreover, while no world-ending war had occurred in recent years, the nightmarish presence of the Broken Wing King had constantly loomed, continually demonstrating through the Tyrant’s decrees that defiance invited only annihilation. Proceeding through the opulent Castle Hall, their footsteps echoing in the expansive Throne Corridor, the group swiftly reached an exceptionally spacious venue. This area, at least a thousand square meters, evidently utilized Space Folding techniques. In the center of the venue, a golden Fountain perpetually cascaded colorful waves. Elsewhere, tables and chairs were arranged neatly, each bearing the Emblem of a different faction, signifying each group’s designated position. Lila, clearly accustomed to such arrangements, promptly located the Stone Giant’s spot and took her seat, while Leo Ray and guards like Fei’er stood behind her. Throughout their journey, though Fei’er had remained silent, Leo Ray could faintly sense that the perpetually composed Pelican Princess harbored an intense aversion to the Broken Wing King, occasionally letting out disdainful snorts—actions unbecoming of a lady. “It appears that even in the eyes of the ancient Human Tribe’s grand princess, the Broken Wing King’s grandeur borders on excessive arrogance and presumption.” Leo Ray offered a wry smile and refocused his attention on the venue itself. At this moment, Hollis, Prince Chasing Shadow, the old Fishman King, Glen, and their respective teams also entered and settled into their assigned seats, mostly positioned in the middle and rear sections of the venue, much like their own group. Occupying the front row, naturally, were associates such as the Giant Horned King, already indulging in the desserts and Champagne laid out on the tables. Judging by the appearance and taste of the fare, it was evident that they were crafted from exceptionally precious and rare ingredients. “Truly a magnificent display of power abuse.” Leo Ray’s gaze shifted from the empty table surfaces in the middle and back rows to the young Frost Fire Giant King. He, too, was seated in the front row, albeit in the most inconspicuous corner of the venue. Although desserts were present on his table, he did not partake, maintaining a vacant, dazed expression. “It’s a pity that time is limited, and opportunities for communication are scarce here; otherwise, I would genuinely wish to converse with him. It shouldn't be difficult to win him over. I always feel that the young Giant King is not as weak as he seems.” Leo Ray gave a slight nod, continuing to let his gaze wander. Not long after, the vast venue was completely filled. “Please wait a moment; the great Monarch will arrive shortly.” An Elder of the Broken Wing Clan, clad in opulent Magic Robes, emerged with a smile and bowed to the assembled Monarchs. As the elder concluded his address, a colossal golden Throne materialized at the foremost position of the venue, evidently designated for the Broken Wing King.

The pronouncement of the Broken Wing King's imminent arrival hushed the entire assembly. Even the lesser figures, like the Giant Horned King, who had been heartily consuming their food, abruptly ceased their chewing, swallowing the morsels and straightening their postures with solemnity.

Within the expansive hall, the only sound to break the stillness was the gentle splashing of the central fountain.

An aura of palpable pressure descended, suffocating and heavy, seemingly thickening the very air.

“Let us welcome the Sovereign of the Throne Corridor, the Subjugator of Secondary Powers, the Illustrious Monarch of the Broken Wing Clan!”

As a cascade of grand pronouncements echoed, a figure clad in resplendent golden armor, a blood-red cloak billowing dramatically, materialized and swiftly assumed a regal pose upon the gleaming Throne.

“Such remarkable swiftness.”

Leo Ray narrowed his eyes slightly, observing the Broken Wing King settled at the head position. The individual appeared to be in his early thirties, possessing a handsome, starkly white, and impassive countenance that radiated an undeniable air of superiority and unyielding arrogance.

Yet, this was not the most striking aspect. His sharp, eagle-like eyes surveyed the Monarchs positioned below, as if regarding a collection of mere insects, an imposing sight that commanded attention.

“Intriguing, even more imposing than depicted in the Magic Portrait.”

Gazing at the other's impassive face, Leo Ray felt an unexplainable sense of pressure build within him. Through his arduous journey, navigating numerous obstacles, he had encountered a diverse array of Monarchs and high-ranking individuals, including both the newly ascended young Kings and seasoned rulers. None, however, had emanated an aura quite as potent as this current figure.

According to his intelligence, this individual had claimed the Broken Wing Clan's throne just over two decades prior, swiftly elevating the clan to the pinnacle of Secondary Powers, a testament to his formidable capabilities. For the long-lived powerhouses of the Outer Regions, a mere few decades represented a fleeting moment, vastly different from the rapid pace of the Human Domain.

“Esteemed guests, your arduous journey here is greatly appreciated,” a voice devoid of emotion resonated. The Broken Wing King offered a slight nod. “Before we officially commence our deliberations, I request your attention to a few items.”

With a subtle gesture from the Broken Wing King, a retinue of serving maids from the Broken Wing Clan emerged, each carrying a tray. These trays were draped with black silk coverings, concealing their contents. Leo Ray, however, detected a faint, metallic scent reminiscent of blood, causing him to subtly furrow his brow.

Indeed, many Monarchs and powerful figures within the hall also perceived the unusual undertone, yet they maintained their composure, betraying no outward reaction.

“Unveil them.”

At the Broken Wing King’s command, the maids lifted the black silk, revealing the objects in their entirety. What lay before them were scorched, fragmented remnants: tattered pieces of leather armor, shards of broken blades, and other assorted debris. Combined with the lingering scent, the nature of these items required no further elaboration.

“These artifacts all belong to a cadre of assassins who recently attempted to infiltrate the Lonely King’s domain. Alas, this was their unfortunate end.” The Broken Wing King’s gaze, sharp as ever, swept across the assembled Monarchs. “These individuals were, in fact, a group of elite, earless Dark Elves, including a genuine Demigod. Clearly, a significant investment was made by someone…”

Before the Broken Wing King could complete his pronouncement, a chorus of gagging sounds and the jarring clatter of overturned metal trays abruptly erupted throughout the hall.