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Heir of the White Lotus (Web Novel) - Chapter 1610 Like a Black Comet
Chapter 1610 Like a Black Comet
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As Adam's simple clothes darkened and reshaped into enchanted black garments, a ripple of shock passed through the crowd.When the flowing cape settled over his shoulders, and he finally placed the pointed black hat upon his head, many people felt their breath catch.
The image was unmistakable.
Across the square, memories stirred.
They were reminded of the figure spoken of in countless stories, the greatest talent ever to rise from the Empire.
The young Magus who had once stood at the forefront of Ravenfell's defense. The legend who had earned the glorious title that echoed through history. Among those most affected were the Magi of the Black Legion.
As they stared at the figure dressed in black, old memories surged back to life... the days of battle, the victories they had shared, the unwavering leader who had once stood before them.
For years, they had believed that legend to be gone, replaced by something vile and deceitful.
Yet now, before their very eyes, the legendary Dark King seemed to come alive once more!!
Adam cast the Flight spell and rose into the air.
He turned to the master of ceremonies and winked. "Almansour... do your thing."
Everyone present was beyond shocked as they watched the young man rise into the air, the pointed black hat resting upon his head.
Suspended above the square, his dark cape billowing in the wind, Adam's presence felt overwhelming. In that moment, he seemed less like a man and more like a radiant deity descending to deliver judgment.
Right at that moment...
Amid the packed crowd, the towering man in the hooded dark robe moved quietly.
From beneath his cloak, he retrieved a pale conch. Without hesitation, he raised it to his lips and blew.
A deep, thunderous sound burst from the shell, rolling outward like a shockwave. The powerful note rippled across the square and surged through the streets of Ravenfell.
The sudden blast caught many people by surprise. Heads snapped toward the source of the sound as the lingering echo continued to vibrate through the air. That was the signal...
That was the Acadian Empire's declaration of war against the Cult of Bones!!
Adam inhaled deeply, his tenebrous eyes flashing with a terrifying light.
And then... he shot forward, flying straight toward the Galestine Ocean to face the enemies head-on.
For a moment after he left, the square remained frozen in shock.
Then Almansour finally snapped back to his senses.
Adam's final words still echoed inside his mind, mingling with the lingering thunder of the conch that had sounded across the city.
In that instant, everything became clear.
This was no longer a public hearing.
This was the beginning of the war.
War! War! War!
A surge of emotion rose in his chest as he stepped forward and raised his voice to the heavens.
"People of Ravenfell!!" He roared.
He inhaled deeply and screamed.
"People of the Empire!!"
His voice carried across the square, across the city, and through the countless communication artifacts broadcasting the moment to the entire continent.
"The time for judgment has come!!"
His tearful eyes blazed with passion.
"This battle... this is retribution against the Cult of Bones!!"
He pointed toward the distant ocean where Adam's figure had already become a dark streak in the sky.
"This is payback for the Battle of Ravenfell!!"
Almansour raised his hands to the sky and clenched them into fists, cheering from the bottom of his heart.
"The glorious sword of the Empire!!"
His voice thundered one final time.
"THE DARK KING HAS RETURNED!!!"
Adam cut across the skies above the Galestine Ocean like a black comet.
The last time such a black comet had appeared near Ravenfell, the city had been reduced to ruins. Powerful figures of the Empire had fallen, and the tragedy of that day scarred the land for decades.
But this time was different.
The black comet carried with it the promise of vengeance.
Ravenfell was the city where Adam had forged his legend.
It was also the place where he had fallen from grace.
And now, once again, it would become the hallowed ground where he reclaimed his honor.
Tyrannical waves rolled from his body, distorting the air around him and sending ripples across the churning waters below. His black cape snapped violently in the wind as he sped toward the approaching enemies.
Behind him, several communication artifacts followed at a distance, their glowing runes recording every moment. They drifted silently through the air, ensuring the entire Empire would witness what was about to unfold.
Before long, Adam gradually slowed. Ahead of him, the seven Mana Core Magi of the Cult of Bones flew toward him above the restless ocean.
Iroh Silvas, the Elder of the Inner Circle, slowed down as the dark streak
rushing toward them became clear.
The pointed black hat. The flowing dark cape. The tyrannical aura.
It was the Dark King!
Shock flickered across the Flame Lord's face. According to the intelligence he
had received from a highly credible source, the Dark King should have been completely unaware of their arrival.
Yet he was here, flying straight toward them as if he had known all along.
Iroh's eyes narrowed.
For the first time since the mission began, an uneasy thought crossed his mind.
Had they been expected?
Had they... walked into a trap?
There was not enough time to think. The two parties had already entered the
attack range.
The Flame Lord sneered.
So what if you expected us, boy?
You're outnumbered!
His eyes burned with cold confidence as he thought:
Today, I will capture you and present you to my Master!
He waved his hand and ordered two of his men to intercept him.
With cold and maniacal looks on their faces, the two Mana Core Cultists began
weaving hand seals as they quickly closed in on Adam.
But the Dark King was faster.
A tyrannical surge of mana erupted from his body, spreading a dreadful aura
across the skies.
In the next instant, Adam spun in midair.
Mana gathered violently around his right foot, crackling with blue sparks as his
leg was augmented to its limits. The energy was discharged outward in a flash
of blinding light.
And then...
Adam struck.
His kick connected with terrifying force, slamming into the first Cultist's stomach. The impact was catastrophic.
The Mana Core Cultist's spine shattered instantly, and his body was ripped
apart as the Dark King's kick tore straight through him.
CRITICAL STRIKE!!!
As a spray of blood scattered across the winds above the Galestine Ocean, the
citizens of the Acadian Empire bore witness to something they would
remember for generations...
The hour of the Dark King.
