Jordan Lightborn had been traveling none stop to each of the cities to spread the faith of the God-King with the blessing of the Grand Minister. He had left LaZorn and was making his way to Souigak. He was currently about five km from the city limits.
He was sitting within the largest carriage, when everything quieted down in the surroundings, as abnormal mad laughing resounded. Many of the Undead in the escort dropped from horseback and took up arms. The wagons rode into a defense position ready for attack.
Jordan shook himself away from his giddiness as he tore his gaze from the lamps in his carriage, as he jumped from his wagon!
"No one be alarmed! It is our God-King! He had joined us in the Light! Kneel, and pray to the God-King, as he may hear you!"
Jordan ceased speaking and dropped to his knees as he prostrated. He continuously murmured passages from the Lexos Divinus.
After a few seconds, the other undead dropped the weapons, books, and reigns and followed suit.
The Laughing echoed and continued.
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General Mark was directing a few units of the army to make fortifications to fall back should the siege of Zitergall, the southernmost city of Deagoth, should fail.
General Jacob came to stand next to Mark, as he spoke, "What's the use of falling back when our plan is to push forward?"
"In war, it is always best to know your limits. We can't be sure just what Deagoth will do, now that they have now long kne-" Mark wasn't able to finish, as loud laughing issued forth through all the encampment of the armies.
The laughter continued, and one of the soldiers pointed at a Glowstone, "The Laughing... it's coming from the Glowstones!!!"
The armies started to become restless, as the commanders began to work in getting them back in line, and preparing for combat. They didn't know if this was a trick of Deagoth to cause chaos before they attacked.
"General Mark... Just what is this?"
Mark mused for a few minutes, as he listened to the laughter. He then sighed, "I guess getting the Skull of the Sun God isn't going to be that easy."
"What?"
Mark shook his head a few times, "This isn't an attack on us. I assume the Witch King has made another breakthrough... He should need a period of time before he can consolidate his new realm, as he has just broken through twice in a row... We need to attack Deagoth soon, and leave it in ruins before he comes out. Otherwise, we would have to face him and his armies."
"Do you... Do you think we can take on a Mid-Level Emperor Rank Cultivator?" Jacob asked... He wasn't sure. The thoughts of such a Cultivator scared him. The Holy Witch King wiped them from the face of the Underworld no more than a thousand years ago with only the cultivation of a High-Level King Rank Cultivator! He shuddered to think what he could do now. He decided then and there to send a messenger to the King.
"Even an undead would fall if a million army ants attacked him. Don't worry about it. I'm going to go rest in my tent." Mark didn't bother to wait for Jacob to send him off as he left. [Of course, I won't be a part of these million army ants when the Holy Witch King sprays bug poison on all of you, so what do I care.] Mark thought sinistrously.
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The King of Jakahn had left for his room with his two wives, after a late-night war meeting. He had already undressed for the evening, and his pleasurable encounters with his wives had relaxed him. He and his two wives laid upon a massive open led evening tomb. Jack would come to know this style of evening tomb was more akin to a large bed... Only that it also came with a lid. The smoke of the burnt offerings hung heavy in the air.
"Husband... What are we going to do with Violet?" Vivian, first wife of Jakahn's King spoke. She was also Violet's mother. She laid to the right of the King.
The King of Jakahn sighed... "I don't know... I shouldn't have encouraged her to follow her feelings. I've let her down." He shook his head.
"This Mark-undead must be stupid to reject little Violet... How can his current wife match up to her?" Sylvia, second wife of Jakahn's King spoke next. She was Violet's aunt. She laid to the left of the King.
Both beauties were Skeletal undead, with long flowing blond hair. They were considered exotic beauties in the land of the ruined continent, and it was rare to find Skeletal undead that grew hair and didn't use replacements. It was unknown as to where their origins lay, even to the King of Jakahn.
"I know... But I have to respect General Mark. He is faithful to his sole wife." The King mused as he looked at his ceiling covered in Glowstone Lights.
"And??? Outstanding men have more than one wife... Only weak men have one wife." Vivian spat.
"That's not exactly the case. Just because General Mark takes one wife, doesn't make him weak. It might even mean he has a stronger mind than most. It could also mean that his values are different than Our own." The King explained.
"Blah... I say-"
"AH HA HAHAHHA! Ah Ha HAHA Haaaa Haha!" Laughter suddenly exploded out of nowhere within the King's private chambers.
Even with the King's fortitude he couldn't remain calm, and cursed out, "WHAT IN THE HELL IS THAT?!?!" One has to remember that the Undead were not on good terms with the Demons in the Hell area of the Underworld.
The King felt the hair on his brawny arms rise.
His two wives shook in fear, they had never heard something like this before. They knew what laughter was, but why did this sound like a maniac? An intruder?
The King knowing his room was secure, called his guards. As his personal guards reported in front of them, the news they delivered was disturbing.
"No one knows! It just came out of nowhere. The whole City hears the laughter." One guard spoke to the King, upon request. Information was being sent to them by mental messages that it almost made the two guards dizzy. They were used to being the earpieces of the King but never had this many reports sent at the same time.
The second guard spoke, "Some of the Light cultivators... They say the laughter is coming from... The Glowstones..."
"From the Light?" The brows of the King of Jakahn slammed together.
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Many Many Many KM away from the Ruined continent, within an overly grand palace, sat a dark figure with blood-red eyes upon a throne. He wore Imperial robes reminiscent of the Emperors of Han Jack would know from his previous life.
Laughter resounded in the hall, as it echoed all around. The dark figure frowned, as he turned to his adviser.
A dark and eerie voice sounded, "It seems another god has been born in the barbarian islands."
His adviser cloaked in shadows nodded, "It would seem so, but what Island?"
The laughter continued for some time, as the dark figure on his thrown looked to the Glowstone torches that lit his palace.
"It seems this one is the God of Light... A God of Light in the Underworld... How... Unexpected... The Ancestor was right... A world washed by Blood and Light." After thinking aloud for a moment, the dark figure closed his red eyes.
"It seems... It's coming from... The Ruined Continent." The Dark figure snapped his blood-red eyes open.
"...How could a God appear on such a devastated land. Out of all the Barbarian Islands..."
"Do not question me." The eerie voice of this Emperor sounded out calmly, but coldly.
The Shadowy figure bowed quickly, "It was not my intention, my lord!"
The figure upon his throne reached to his side, and brought a golden goblet of scarlet to his mouth, and drank deeply. He finished the large goblet in one go and placed it back down.
"Send... My oldest daughter to search for this new god. She would like that." It seemed that the blood-red eyes of the Dark figure came to an agreement.
"I know your oldest daughter is... Eccentric, but... Will she be willing to go?" The shadowy adviser asked, still bowing low.
"She has always sought the Light... As odd as that is... With a God of the Light appearing here in the Underworld. This would be a dream for that child. I can only hope she doesn't want to swim the Brimstone ocean to meet them. From the sound of this laughter, it appears to be a male. It would do well if she sought his favor... But that child... She doesn't quench her thirst." The Dark figure shook his head.
"I will organize for her to leave immediately."
"You best provide her with gifts. We don't know what this newborn god is like. So, make sure you prepare for any possibility, even if it takes slightly longer for her to meet him."
"My lord! The Ruined Continent... It would take her five years, at least, to reach the shores with many galleons." The adviser was covered in cold sweat... Colder than his blood.
"Then you better give her the Amulet of Alucard, so the blood winds will be at her back... Prepare enough blood slaves to sate her crew... and her should she wish to revoke her self-imposed blood fast."
"Yes, my lord."
"Leave me... I wish to ponder this."
The laughter continued, long after the adviser left.
The dark figure considered the Glowstone Torches, his blood-red eyes narrowed, "Will you be friend or foe... Newborn God of Light?"