Guild Wars - Chapter 1122: Troublemaker Kilobar

When they say ‘the silence is deafening’, this was likely what they meant.

What was an Origin God? Those were beings that consisted of the very foundation of a universe, any universe actually. Upon creation of a universe, there would be a temporary energy called Aurora that would be used to form the archetype of literally everything. Alas, Aurora is unstable.

Once it solidified, it would become Origin Energy. Aurora Energy was not an alternate energy to Origin, rather it was Origin Energy’s unstable form. The relationship between Aurora and Origin was literally that of liquid and solid, two different states of the same thing.

Aurora was slightly flawed while Origin Energy wasn’t, it was perfect. Origin Energy was the foundation of the universe, it could do anything. Create from nothing, give life, resurrect, reverse Time, shift Space, cleanse existence… anything.

It was the peak, the limit of all things.

And that was just the energy, The Laws were even more amazing. As True Gods, they understood more than anyone else the terror of Origin Laws. Especially the higher the Rank of your Law, the more you would realize the gap between your measly Divine Law and an Origin Law.

It was almost impossible to take a Divine Law from its state to Origin Grade unless it was an unclaimed or undiscovered Origin Rule. Like Refinement which was entirely new and was being pathfound by Norma.

If one had a typical Law like one of Fire at the Divine Rank, you were just one of many. You could imagine it like traces on a motherboard, or a single wire in an entire house’s electrical system. You were one part of it all, just a cog in the system.

If you wanted to ascend, you needed to embody the entire motherboard or house. This already was supremely difficult if there was nothing blocking your way, but if there was already an Origin God at that level, how could they allow you to take over?

So to hear that Draco had an Origin bloodline, you could understand the turmoil in their hearts. An Origin bloodline in Kilobar’s mouth did not mean an bloodline that was passed down from an Origin God, there were plenty of those in hidden corners of the Main Plane and even maybe in the Divine Realm somewhere.

It meant that this bloodline could both become its own Origin Rule and provide an Origin State of Being when it reached its perfection. In other words, Draco could naturally become an Origin God by eating and sleeping or doing things to actively perfect his bloodline mastery.

Of course, this was a misconception. The AI would not allow a player to break the balance so hard, so it had rather squeezed his Origin bloodline into his set equipment and made it a skill that grew with each Rank Up.

Another thing to note, Draco’s bloodline had evolved. It had been Origin during the meeting with the Divine Envoy, but it was now Eternal. However, it was likely that even Origin Gods did not know about the rank of Eternal or they might have some ideas given that Semi-Eternal things existed.

Kilobar saw the reaction of all the True Gods and felt deeply amused. He knew that their shock had reached the peak and any further suspense would not have a good effect, so he decided to release the remaining few bombshells back-to-back.

“Also, Lord Draco has a Soulmate with an equivalent Origin bloodline.”

BOOM!

“Lord Draco has sired at least two children with Origin bloodlines that are guaranteed to mature.”

BOOM!

“Lord Draco is of the Draconic bloodline and is the last of the Dragon Race.”

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“Specifically, he is a Black Dragon, and controls Destruction Energy.”

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“He also has the approval of Supreme Master Caelo, as he has been granted his eyes.”

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“In the Main Plane he has uncovered a sealed Origin Goddess that was newly born into this universe and has taken her in as his adopted daughter.”

BOOM!

“Also, Lord Draco has-”

“KILOBAR, STOP!!” Draco roared with endless horror and fear. While Kilobar was confused Draco pointed to the stands around him.

“You’ve almost killed them all!” Draco shouted with worry.

Kilobar looked around and was chilled in his heart. Almost all the True Gods were pale and pasty, blood having leaked from their seven orifices in huge quantities as their laws almost collapsed. The space in the council room was entirely unstable and seemed like it could explode with the slightest touch.

Kilobar coughed and quickly changed the subject to prevent a disaster. “Anyway, we are here today to discuss the fallout of the actions in the Withered Plains.”

Kilobar seemed to regain his bearing and folded his arms behind his back. “As far as I can tell, there were no recorded casualties from any of our forces. Everyone was able to evacuate in time due to how slow the descent of the celestial body was.”

Now that Kilobar was talking about this, the various True Gods who were shocked into a near death state seemed to slowly come to and started to focus. Their bloodshot eyes turned to focus on him, and the forcibly swallowed back the blood that had entered their mouths earlier.  <novelsnext> I think you should take a look at </novelsnext>

Kilobar rubbed his chin with amusement. “Also, due to the fact that our enemy, the Grey Rot, cannot run, it bore the full fallout of the attack. Do you guys want to know the end result according to my investigation?”

Hearing about the Grey Rot, the True Gods fully came to and seemed to become lively again, After all, Draco’s shocking nature was one thing, but the Grey Rot was the bigger concern since that involved their life and death.

Kilobar saw that everyone was focused and back to normal and smiled. “Gone!”

His one word answer left many confused. What did he mean by ‘gone’? What was gone?

However, the faces of those True Gods on the council seemed to change as they considered one implication of Kilobar’s words, but it had to be impossible!

“Haha, I see you are confused by my words. When I say gone, I refer to the Grey Rot within the range of the fallout. It is entirely gone, destroyed, disintegrated, removed, whatever word makes you feel good.” Kilobar finally explained and decided to stop toying with his fellow True Gods.

Gasps erupted as the room was thrust into turmoil. This news was truly explosive, and it put the matter concerning Draco to the back of their minds. Granted, he was a unique and special individual, but he was nothing compared to their collective survival.

The Grey Rot… eliminated from an entire area? Unheard of! Yet none dared to doubt the Divine Speaker because he was a Semi-Origin God of great status and importance in the Supreme Pantheon.

While there was an uproar, the Supreme Council itself seemed to be chattering among themselves, their expressions bright and full of hope. However, the top five were pensive and seemed to consider things from a different angle.

Luther, the True God of Sparkling Emerald, asked with a deep voice. “Lord Divine Speaker. Excuse me for asking, but what are the other effects of this fallout? How is the area after the clearing of the Frey Rot? Is it suitable for reclaiming?”

Kilobar’s smile faded as he glanced at Draco silently. He then shrugged and spoke truthfully. “The explosion was a true fallout. The Grey Rot was cleared completely and would find it difficult to reclaim that land… but so will we.”

“It’s basically turned into a no man’s land that will take centuries to recover its vitality. No only has the land been cratered, there is a Law of Darkness that eats away at the vitality of the land permeating the place as well as a sort of ice-type Law that is very unique.”

“If I am to give a conclusion, this method is very pyrrhic. It completely destroys our enemy but also prevents us from gaining any benefits. We can completely use such a method to sweep the Grey Rot back to its source, but unless we deal with the source, it will eventually expand again when the lands restore themselves.” Kilobar evaluated honestly.

The Supreme Council became quiet and so did the spectating True Gods. Everyone was frowning and contemplating the ins and outs of this matter as well as the pros and cons of adopting this method.

Meanwhile, a snarky voice filled with arrogance interrupted everyone’s thoughts.

“What is the use of all this thinking? I say we just bombard the Grey Rot back it its base so it can cry to its momma.” Draco spoke wantonly.

The True Gods frowned at being interrupted but this fellow and then glanced at the council. As expected, none of the council members were happy by Draco’s interruption. One of the Divine Law True Gods with wavy white hair snorted and spoke coldly.

“Be quiet! It’s not your place to speak!”

“It wasn’t your mother’s place to let your dad spray his retardation into her womb, but here you are anyway. As such, why can’t I talk?” Draco retorted unhappily.

The face of the True God in question became black and he stood up in fury. “H-How dare you?!”

“Tsk, tsk, of course I dare, bitchboy. What can you do to me? I am still speaking and no one can stop me, not even an Origin God!” Draco declared with a look of superiority on his face.

This caused many True Gods to be unhappy. This fellow had no respect for them nor the process. First, he spoke while not called upon and he even used such vulgar words to speak to a councilor!

“Tsk, tsk, what a good Supreme Pantheon. Someone comes and helps you clear out the problem that had you stumped for millenia, and THIS is how you treat them? Then what is the point of being part of such an unfaithful and evil group? I’d rather go out and fight the Grey Rot on my own!” Draco stated righteously while pointing at the True Gods around him.

Even though they were not pleased being berated like this, many of the True Gods could not help but agree with Draco, even some on the council. Their Supreme Pantheon had always been lofty and upright, this fellow should be reward for his efforts so why was he brought forward like some criminal?

“Hmph, that is one thing. What about the harm you have caused? That land is now plunged into darkness and cannot be reclaimed by us! What difference is there between you and a destroyer?” The True God from earlier countered with hatred on his face.

Draco looked at the fellow with dissatisfaction. “Are you just speaking for the sake of it? Can’t you at least use one percent of your lacking IQ to process your words before speaking?”

The fellow paled and was about to flare into a rage but Draco spoke first. “Besides, since when was a dignified warrior supposed to be responsible for battlefield clean up? His job to kill the enemy using any means, and the rest is done by others.”

“If a glorious Supreme Pantheon cannot even handle this, then what need is there for it to exist? Thinking that a measly Intermediate Law True God like me can singlehandedly solve all your problems, are you living in a hallucination after sniffing your pet rat’s shit?” Draco stated coldly.

Many True Gods couldn’t help but cough and then suppress laughter. This fellow’s words were too vulgar and uncouth, but they were also fucking funny especially seeing the red face of that fellow that was like a cooked prawn.

The True Gods, council or not, couldn’t help but feel Draco also had a point. Expecting a newbie true god to have a means to kill the grey rot perfectly and solve all their troubles was simply childish thinking.

They had been locked in fisticuffs with this enemy for years and knew its tenacity the best. Only a method that was truly destructive like this would work so rather than think of how to battle it, they could start researching how to quickly restore the land.