Son of the Hero King - Chapter 574: CH 534: THE PATH?
Sol was alone, reading a bunch of documents.
After giving the green light to the three crazies as he now called them, he knew very well that this was nothing but a new piece on this giant board.
This war was for all purposes nothing but a test and a way to sharpen the blade of his army.
‘Though. I don’t want too many people to die.’
He had already made some deal with Kuki, the Supreme Daughter of Wratharis. Currently, most of the people on the fronts were people who were staunch support of the Tyrants.
Their existence would only be a thorn even if they were alive so killing them didn’t matter much in the end.
As for Neutrals and a few clans who had the idea of supporting Setsuna. They were incredibly rare but well taken care of.
There was only one small problem.
[Possibility of Activating the Divine Weapon: High.]
This was the conclusion of a spy report explaining the recent changes in Lupus and the high possibility of him using a divine weapon during the war.
Divine weapons weren’t a joke. Sol knew this more than anyone else. His divine weapon gave him near omniscience when it came to analyzing the future.
What about an offensive type divine weapon?
Lupus alone was already a very powerful King, no matter how much Sol refused to admit it. Using the divine weapon would only make him stronger. Perhaps nearly or equal to a weak demigod.
‘Should I besiege him with the girls as planned?’
He frowned.
As if it wasn’t enough, there was also news about Sun Wukong having possibly reached the level of demigod. Albeit one without a territory like Lilith.
This would mean there was no difference in realm between the two.
Who then could win?
‘Lilith might need a more powerful weapon.’
He contemplated giving his blood and scales and even bones if necessary to create weapons for his beloved.
Though it would hurt, it wasn’t like he couldn’t heal himself. Mutilating his own body didn’t seem to be such a big deal in his mind. As long it allowed him to reach his goal it was enough.
‘If the witches don’t act. Then only I and the girls can fight Lupus.’
He was worried. He worried that his hubris and pride as well as his desire to challenge may hurt his loved ones.
It wasn’t as if he couldn’t ask Isis to release her King-level undead.
Taping his hand against the table, he contemplated and decided.
Pride be damned.
‘I will keep the four witches in my Dimension. As well as the three King level Undead.’
One should never underestimate his enemy.
He would keep all the backup possible on hand.
If managed to deal alone with his team and fight Lupus. Then so be it.
If he couldn’t? Then he would release everything without the slightest hesitation. Angels could suck his dick for all he cared.
If they weren’t happy about him using undead he would fight them.
If he lost — He would flee and come back when he became stronger.
The rules existed to protect the weak and restrict the strong.
But once one became strong enough, it was possible to disregard the so-called Rule.
—No…It was possible to establish his own rules and make others respect them.
Whoosh~!
The moment Sol realized this, he felt like his mind was becoming lighter, and freer. As if some restrictions were slowly being broken.
Deus Ex Machina allowed him to control Fate itself and change the direction as he wished. Why would he be tied down by mortal rule when he could break rules that feathered even the gods?
Light shone and unbeknownst to him — one of his blue eyes slowly started to become golden.
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Sitting in a large bedroom with her daughters, Ambrosia frowned and lowered the teacup that was in her hands.
Her Golden eyes twinkled with curiosity as she looked in the direction of Sol’s office.
There was no doubt in her mind. What she felt was undoubtedly divinity.
A very weak and very scattered Divinity but still one.
She smacked her lips, speechless.
‘He is trying to become a King, right?’
This wasn’t the kind of thing that should happen simply when becoming a King.
Sol was a Dimension Mage. This means that the very moment he became a King, he already had more than 70% of the things necessary to become a Demigod.
Whereas some would take decades to ascend, he would only need a year or two at most.
‘Does it mean he will become a demigod soon?’
Ambrosia sighed and stopped observing Sol. She didn’t know what Kind of Path Sol would take to become a King. What kind of concept he would understand?
She simply hoped that this would not be one that caused too many problems.
After all, even if it was nothing but a short instant — She had felt a short trepidation.
“Mother.”
“You felt it too?”
Ambrosia smiled at Persephone who nodded,
“Yes. I guess Sol will become the Youngest Demigod soon.”
Ambrosia smiled, “Technically, all divine beasts became Demigod the moment they were born.”
Persephone laughed and so did Medea.
Freya meanwhile was lost in thought. The path she was following was that of Space and she could feel the path Sol had brought on even more.
“Does he want to control the world?”
She shook her head. The ambition of her brother-in-law wasn’t small. It was hard to imagine that he had just become an adult recently.
“Well, this doesn’t matter.”
Taking out a catalog, Freya pointed at one particular picture,
“Sooo For your wedding. I was thinking…What about this Dress? or this one?”
There were many priorities in this world.
But at this very moment, few things were as important as this marriage.
“Think about it
Medea blushed a little but soon squinted as she observed the catalog in front of her. After turning many pages, she looked at Freya speechlessly,
“All of them are pink.”
“Tsk~Tsk~Tsk. Dear sister. They may be all pink. But everything is in the nuance. Like this one here. This is not pink. This is Fushia. I think this color will be very good for the decorations. This one is neon pink. My favorite shade. But we can also with a softer Dark Pink or Bright Pink.” n(/-))/.(()(-1–n
The more she spoke, the more excited she became, “I can create a small realm, Flamingo color for the herbs, Pastel Pink for the Sky, Coral for the family, and some tree with cherry pinks leave.”
She laughed and talked as if she was in a trance, already imagining the best world possible.
Medea’s lips simply twitched.
At this point, she was starting to wonder if it was her or if it was her or Freya who was about to get married in the end.
“Freya
Freya stopped and coughed, “Sorry. I got a little carried away. Of course, if you don’t want Pink, I have prepared another color for you. But your main color is Black. This would be a little ominous.”
Medea nodded and started discussing.
Meanwhile, Ambrosia simply observed everything with a smile.
This may be nothing but the calm before the storm. But even so, she was enjoying this small happiness