Ocean Lords: Start Harvesting Double from Dice Rolls Chapter 634 - 321: The Ambitions and Methods of Sovereign Lanyun
Previously on Ocean Lords: Start Harvesting Double from Dice Rolls...
Upon hearing Sovereign Lanyun's words, the pupils of the two generals in the hall sharply contracted.
Soon after, their expressions shifted distinctly.
The square-faced man forced a smile, shaking his head and stating, "Sovereign, you jest. I have faithfully served the Lanyun Sea Country for many years. How could I possibly be a member of the Peacekeeping Council?"
The other, a sullen middle-aged man, let out a cold sneer. "What is the Sovereign speaking of? I do not understand."
"If the Sovereign brazenly suspects a senior general of the Lanyun Sea Country, it would surely dishearten many soldiers."
Their reactions were starkly different, as if they were two entirely separate individuals, showing no hint that they were mere incarnations of the same person.
However... the Sovereign appeared to have foreseen their responses long ago, and he offered a faint smile.
In the following instant, it seemed the entire hall was drawn into a peculiar dimension of space and time, completely sealed off from the outside world.
Without the slightest warning, the Sovereign suddenly unleashed an attack, instantly annihilating the middle-aged man on the spot.
"Splatter!"
Flesh and gore splattered across the grand hall.
As the highest commander of the Southern military faction, this sullen-faced middle-aged man possessed formidable might in both his cultivation realm and combat prowess.
Yet, in the blink of an eye, he was eliminated by the Sovereign.
Even the square-faced man standing beside him could not react.
Nor could he perceive how the Sovereign had executed the strike.
The strength of a peak captain was truly unfathomable.
"How could you... how could you..."
The square-faced man's face contorted with disbelief as he pointed at the Sovereign, a mixture of shock and anger evident in his eyes.
But the Sovereign's countenance remained impassive, his gaze merely a cold stare fixed upon the square-faced man.
In the subsequent moment...
"Ah!"
Suddenly, the square-faced man let out a piercing cry of agony, then collapsed to his knees, half-crouching.
His mouth gaped open, his face flushing red, veins bulging in his neck, his eyeballs webbed with bloodshot lines, his entire expression twisting into one of intense pain.
At this precise moment, a sizzling sound emanated from the square-faced man’s right cheek. It suddenly appeared distorted and warped, as if being corroded by potent acid.
Soon, a new visage began to emerge from his right cheek.
It was the face of a middle-aged man, characterized by deep-set eyes, exuding a somber and indifferent air.
Though contorted, it bore a vague resemblance to the cold middle-aged man who had just been killed – the foremost officer of the Southern military faction.
He...
Had been extinguished by the Sovereign in that very spot.
Yet, in the ensuing moment, this middle-aged man's face forcefully pushed its way out from the square-faced man’s cheek.
It continued to emerge, pushing outward, and in the blink of an eye, an entire head protruded from the square-faced man’s cheek.
The spectacle was utterly grotesque, a human cheek deforming to sprout another’s head.
Disgusting, eerie, and utterly absurd.
But the Sovereign seemed to have anticipated this very transformation.
He remained seated high above, still occupying his chair in the grand hall, silently observing the unfolding spectacle.
As time progressed, the square-faced man’s cries of pain gradually subsided, and the head emerging from his cheek ceased its growth, merely hanging there, attached to the square-faced man’s face.
Two heads, two faces, after a period of stabilization, grimly fixed their gaze upon the Sovereign.
At this juncture, no further words were necessary. After all, what normal human could possibly endure such a fate? One dies, only to have their likeness emerge from another’s cheek.
"Hmph!"
At that exact moment, the Sovereign let out a sharp, cold snort.
"In ages past, a Spirit King’s son was born afflicted and near death."
"To preserve this son, the Spirit King utilized his own flesh to cultivate a spiritual mushroom."
"The Spirit King’s flesh possessed supreme spirituality. The mushroom, nourished by the Spirit King’s essence, overflowed with spiritual power, becoming a treasured artifact the Spirit King employed to rectify his son’s congenital deficiencies."
"Later, a miracle transpired, the world underwent alteration, the Divine Hall commenced an eastern campaign, eradicating heretical spiritualists."
"And the Spirit King’s handicapped son survived by merging with the mushroom’s mycelium and burrowing deep underground."
"Did I recount this correctly, Chongyuan?"
Seated in the grand hall, Sovereign Lanyun’s eyes emanated a gentle majesty and reverence. A series of luminous wheels silently rotated behind his form, rendering him akin to a deity enthroned in the void, possessing an unattainable nobility.
With each word the Sovereign spoke, the faces of the square-faced man, now bearing two heads, grew increasingly distressed.
Finally, the square-faced man abruptly shook his head and sighed, "It is as it is. After all this time, I never anticipated you had detected the anomaly so long ago. Years of effort undone in an instant."
"However, if you believe you can dispose of me with ease, you are gravely mistaken."
The square-faced man, or rather, "Chongyuan."
No longer concealing himself, he lifted his head, his gaze locking onto the Sovereign. "You perceive correctly; my actual self is indeed half-human, half-fungus. However, what confronts you now is merely one of my projections." "My true essence lies dormant far beneath the earth, utterly beyond anyone's reach. Strike me down if you desire; at most, I will expend some stored nutrients." "In a century or a millennium hence, I shall gather sufficient sustenance from the soil and emerge anew."