Two years ago, wearing the cursed armor, Sora had nearly been drained of energy after a brief flight. But now, having cultivated his inner energy, it was a simple task. Flapping his enormous dragon wings, he soared through the sky with ease and joy!
Sora didn't head directly to the capital. Although his current strength might not be enough to defeat the lightning-wielding General Budo, becoming a general would be a piece of cake. However, he wasn't in a hurry. With several years still ahead, he decided to wander the continent first.
His goals were twofold: to find certain individuals and to gather intelligence and resources for a certain plan in his mind.
Traveling north at a rapid pace, Sora passed through many human settlements. His earlier suspicions were confirmed: the foreign tribes from the north had breached the border and were rampaging, burning, killing, and looting!
To be Honest, Sora's impression of these so-called foreign tribes wasn't great. On the surface, they appeared pitiful, oppressed and exploited by the empire. But in reality, they were no saints—brutal, savage, and committing all sorts of atrocities, including burning, killing, looting, and raping women.
Along the way, Sora had already encountered many foreign tribes besieging border villages. Whether out of dislike for these people or occasional benevolence, Sora casually disposed of them.
In terms of this world's power system, Sora was now exceptionally strong. With the Divine Arm, the demon armor, enhancing his abilities, dealing with these foreign tribes was a matter of minutes.
Often, by the time Sora had slaughtered hundreds or even thousands of foreign tribesmen, the horrified and despairing villagers hadn't even realized what had happened. By the time they noticed that the attackers had turned into corpses, all they could see in the distant sky was the majestic figure of a man with wings.
Location: Northern Border, Partas Tribe Settlement
"Chief, it's bad! We've been surrounded by these bastards, and many of our tribesmen have already been killed!"
A blood-soaked man wielding a longsword urgently reported to a middle-aged man with ice-blue hair beside him.
"Sigh… there's no hope left. Let's fight to the death, killing as many as we can!"
"Tell the women to prepare themselves. Before they're captured, they should take their own lives!"
Looking at the enemies who outnumbered them by dozens, the man's eyes showed a hint of despair, but then turned resolute and ruthless as he spoke to the bloodied man.
"Yes, Chief!"
Tears streamed down the man's face, his eyes burning with endless hatred. He knew there was no way out for them. The only choice was to die fighting alongside their enemies.
"Survival of the fittest, the eater and the eaten. How ironic. I never thought our Partas tribe, known for hunting dangerous beasts, would end up being killed by humans!"
A bitter, ironic smile appeared on the man's face as he muttered to himself.
"It's a good thing, Esdeath. You must survive!"
The man's mind flashed to the image of his daughter, and he felt immense relief that she had gone out hunting and wasn't at home. With a determined look in his eyes, he raised his weapon and charged at the enemy.
The sounds of battle cries, screams, and the clashing of weapons filled the air. Although the Partas tribe, known for hunting dangerous beasts, was incredibly brave and each member could fight multiple enemies, they were eventually overwhelmed by the sheer numbers of the foreign tribe's soldiers.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The man with ice-blue hair was no exception. Although he had slain dozens of enemies alone, he eventually ran out of strength, and several spears pierced his body.
"Is this the end for me? Farewell, Esdeath, my daughter…"
As he looked at the furious enemies closing in on him, the man no longer had the strength to resist.
Thud!
"Ahhh!!!"
The next moment, instead of receiving the final blow, the man saw the enemy in front of him let out a blood-curdling scream as his body was split into several pieces…
Then, to the man's utter shock, the surrounding enemies fell one by one, blood spraying into the air. In just a few moments, all the enemies who had been attacking his tribe were reduced to a pile of corpses!
And now, what appeared before the man's eyes was a majestic figure with wings, hovering in the air…
"Tch, I'm late."
Sora retracted his wings, transforming them back into a cape, and appeared in front of the man in a flash. Frowning, he spoke.
"You fought bravely to protect your tribe until the very end. You're a man worthy of respect."
"Tell me, what is your wish? If it's not too troublesome, I can help you fulfill it."
Although the man wasn't dead yet, his injuries were too severe, and death was inevitable. In the past, Sora could have easily saved someone as long as they weren't dead. But now, with his powers sealed, he no longer had that ability.
Sora had always respected those who fought to protect what was important to them. If the man's wish wasn't too troublesome, he didn't mind doing a good deed.
"Thank you for avenging my tribe, cough…"
The man spat out blood and spoke to Sora with immense gratitude.
"I have a daughter. If possible, please take care of her."
With his entire tribe wiped out and the enemies avenged by this mysterious and powerful being, the man had no other requests except for his daughter, who had gone out hunting and escaped the massacre.
"Take care of your daughter… Alright, what's her name?"
After a moment of thought, Sora nodded in agreement.
If the man's daughter had good potential and looks, Sora would take her under his wing and train her. If she didn't meet his standards, he could simply find her a peaceful village to live an ordinary life.
Hmm, the villages he had saved earlier would be a good choice. Since he had saved so many of their people, they would likely be happy to help with such a small request.
"Thank you. Her name is Esdeath…"
A relieved smile appeared on the man's face. He knew that such a powerful being had no reason to deceive him. Entrusting his daughter to Sora, he felt at peace. After uttering his final word, he breathed his last.
"Esdeath!!!"
Alright, Sora admits it, he was genuinely scared!
The reason he came to the north first was to try and see if he could find the future Super S Queen, Esdeath. But, uncle, do you have to be so impressive? Esdeath is your daughter? And you entrusted her to me?
Sora suddenly felt overwhelmed by a sense of happiness. He had always admired this future Super S Queen, especially since both of them shared a love for discipline. Just thinking about the future scenes where he and Esdeath would discipline other girls in the world, those irresistibly evil scenarios, made Sora uncontrollably excited!
Although he was already dead, Sora still carefully observed the man in front of him. It had to be said, raising a daughter who would become a renowned Super S Queen in the empire, this uncle was no ordinary person!
Ice-blue hair, ice-blue eyes, Esdeath must have inherited these from him.
In his thirties or forties, with a bit of a beard, but still a rare, dashingly handsome uncle. His physical strength was extraordinary; in the previous battle, he had single-handedly fought against a hundred. If Sora hadn't been practicing internal energy, it would have taken him a few more years to match up.
Indeed, Esdeath's unparalleled beauty and combat abilities must be due to excellent genes!
However, just as Sora was about to take a few more looks, suddenly a girl's sharp voice came from behind:
"Who are you!"