The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 490 - 27: The King is the State! (4.5k)_3
Chapter 490: Chapter 27: The King is the State! (4.5k)_3
“Bang bang bang bang!”
In an instant, arrows inscribed with Burst Runes exploded violently, blasting the alchemists and the artificial life forms brewing within them into a mess of flesh on the ground.
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Seeing that composed figure handle the situation, Luo En nodded in relief, stepped over the scattered silver threads, and entered the Royal Palace’s grand hall with Atalanta.
Passing through here would lead them directly to the Astrological Observatory behind.
At that moment, the dim grand hall was eerily silent.
A figure clad in fine clothes and wearing a lopsided golden crown leaned on the throne, his head buried, his body trembling incessantly as if enduring some pain.
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And at the moment someone stepped into the grand hall, the figure on the throne suddenly raised his head, his eyes red as he roared.
“Medicine! Give me the medicine!”
Looking at that old face under which countless worms seemed to be moving, Luo En pondered thoughtfully and pulled out the fragment of the Philosopher’s Stone he had picked up from the scene of Hippomenes’s escape.
“Is this what you want?”
“Medicine, medicine! Give it to me!”
Upon seeing the fragment of the Philosopher’s Stone, the King of Arcadia suddenly stood up excitedly, attempting to rush forward and snatch it.
“Bang!”
However, before the King of Arcadia could get close, Atalanta kicked him away in anger, then drew her bow, aiming an arrow ready to launch at the king’s forehead.
“So it was you, the one who conspired with that bastard Hippomenes!”
The commander’s appointment before departing, Hippomenes’s betrayal, the extinguishing of the Sacred Flame at the Moon Goddess Temple, the dangerous Grand Ritual Spell casually executed within the city…
And now, the King of Arcadia’s desperate desire for the fragment of the Philosopher’s Stone, the answer wasn’t hard to guess.
—To overcome old age and death is a temptation hard to resist for mortals.
—And the higher the emperor’s position, the more they fail to see beyond this.
Of course, fearing death is not shameful.
What Atalanta couldn’t tolerate was that for his own survival, the man before her had dragged all of Arcadia into the abyss, sacrificing countless lives in the process.
“Just for this so-called medicine? For this thing?”
Atalanta grabbed the fragment of the Philosopher’s Stone from Luo En’s hand and furiously rebuked the culprit before her.
“Do you deserve the people of Arcadia? Do you deserve the warriors who died because of you?”
The King of Arcadia’s chaotic mind regained a bit of clarity, furiously defending himself.
“What do you know? Everything I did was for Arcadia! I have waited for so many years without a son to inherit my throne! If I fall now, the royal bloodline and its legacy will end with me, so I absolutely cannot die!”
It seemed as though he was venting his repressed grievances, or perhaps trying to persuade himself and the girl from Arcadia in front of him at this moment, the King of Arcadia extended his gaunt hand, commanding firmly.
“The king is the nation! As long as I live, Arcadia will continue to exist in the world! Their sacrifices will not be in vain, both I and Arcadia will remember their contributions, if you truly care for Arcadia, give me the medicine!”
As the King of Arcadia looked at her expectantly, Atalanta extended her hand.
Then, she loosened her fingers, dropped it to the ground, and crushed it underfoot, scoffing disdainfully.
“No one should sacrifice for your cowardice, and if the survival of Arcadia relies on someone like you, it’s better for this nation to be destroyed!”
Watching his desired Spiritual Medicine turn into powder, the last bit of sanity in the King of Arcadia was completely shattered, and he could no longer contain his rage, his face contorting as he bellowed.
“You’re courting death!”
Along with the sounds of bones displacing, the King of Arcadia’s aged body swelled up like an inflated balloon, his flesh expanding, and his limbs distorting until he transformed into a three-meter tall monster.
Is this what you sought in “Immortality”?
Atalanta sneered disdainfully, raised her bow of the heavens, and aimed the icy arrow at the King of Arcadia’s head, ready to slay the tyrant who had brought calamity to his homeland.
However, just as she was about to release the arrow, a hand held it down, and a deep voice came from beside her ear.
“He can die, but you shouldn’t be the one to do it.”
“Why?”
Atalanta looked at her teacher beside her, her face full of confusion.
“Because, he is your father…”
Luo En sighed helplessly, summoned the Spear of Nation Founding, and rose to his feet.
“Let me do it.”
