Chapter 970: Chapter 509: You Shall Be King (Part 2)
"You have indeed succeeded, and I believe it won’t be long before we have our eighth Fire Son."
The King’s smile became more pronounced.
"Not only that, in the near future, we will also have the ninth, tenth, and countless Fire Sons."
The King spread his arms wide, flames surged vigorously on his body.
The Holy Fire sensed the King’s consciousness, erupting like a giant pillar of flame, scattering countless sparks, dancing throughout the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground like a brilliant galaxy.
"We shall recreate the glory of the past, surpassing the strongest era of Trolian four hundred to six hundred years ago!"
The King raised his right hand high and shouted.
"Long live Trolian, may humanity endure forever!"
Amidst the countless flying sparks, beneath this magnificent scene, everyone raised their right hand and shouted in unison.
"Long live Trolian, may humanity endure forever!"
"The night will eventually fade, dawn is sure to come!"
"We shall see the light!"
The roaring sound echoed above the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground for a long time, like an unyielding roar, resonating with the spirit of everyone present.
The atmosphere within the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground became intense, but it mostly came from the heat of the soul.
At this moment, people seemed to become brothers and sisters of different fathers and mothers, sharing a common destiny, flowing with the same bloodline, fighting for a common goal.
People exchanged glances, feeling the burning warmth in each other’s eyes.
The King faced the Holy Fire, gently placing his hands on his temples, as if praying to it.
Rod, surrounded by everyone, stepped up as the last Fire Son.
The seven Fire Sons all cast kind glances at him, and Luo Weiya smiled widely, beaming.
"I told you, Rod is our dawn, the cause of change, but you didn’t believe me."
Jelaba said solemnly, "I always felt we should be a bit more cautious..."
Luo Weiya looked exasperated.
"There you go again, can’t you change your rigid thinking? The facts are right in front of you, yet you still cling to your foolish perspective..."
Pebela, with gray hair, smiled and said, "Don’t get agitated, Luo Weiya, having different views is normal, but you must know, it’s not that no one believes you, at least I do."
She turned her head and winked at Rod.
"Hello, little Rod, I’ve heard your name for a long time, but this is our first meeting. I am Pebela from Wood City, the third Fire Son, mastering the Law of Time Retrospection, thus sitting on the Ashen Throne, with a Spiritual Power Strength just reaching the Fifteenth Level. I hope that in future battles, I can share life and death with you, merge blood and fire, and together protect our homeland, Trolian."
She extended her hand to Rod.
Rod hurriedly held it with both hands and politely said,
"Hello, esteemed Lady Pebela, very pleased to meet you. I have yet to become a Fire Son, my spiritual power level has just reached twelve, and there is still a significant gap from you. I hope to fight alongside you in the future to jointly resist the invasion of the Black Fog."
Pebela smiled warmly, "Don’t be nervous, little Rod, you can relax a bit. We are not as serious as you might think. We also have people your age among us, right, Misha?"
Beside Rod, a petite girl with tea-colored long hair and golden eyes gently nodded and said in a small voice,
"Hello, Rod, I’m Misha. We met in Starry Sky City."
Rod exclaimed, "You are the Thunder King Misha?"
Misha seemed a bit shy but still lightly nodded and softly replied, "Yes, I am Misha from Flower City, the seventh Fire Son, mastering the Law of Thunder Power, Spiritual Power Level fourteen."
Rod’s eyes widened, although Chucher had told him Misha was a very young Fire Son, the girl in front of him still exceeded his imagination.
She appeared to be less than eighteen, a head shorter than Rod, with a petite figure, a youthful face, her entire being wrapped in an oversized Fire Robe, resembling a child wearing an adult’s coat.
"So, it was you?"
Rod finally understood why his rapid progress and explosive growth in the Royal City were not surprising to them.
Such a young girl became a Fire Son in less than six months.
Anyone who saw her wouldn’t think his growth was fast.
However, Chucher also mentioned that her rapid growth led to soul hazards, necessitating her staying long under the Silver Oath, using a special spiritual body to fight.
"Uh, weren’t you under the protection of the Priests under the Silver Oath? Has your spiritual power promotion ceremony been completed?"
Misha’s face slightly reddened, softly replying, "I’m much better, and the old Priest said I can move around, the spiritual power promotion ceremony has been completed, but my soul still cannot adapt to my spiritual power. Leaving the Silver Ring Altar, mobilizing spiritual power is still a great burden on my soul."
Pebela gently said, "You have done very well already, Misha. What you need now is time, and I believe your future achievements will surpass all of us."
Misha quietly said, "I’m not sure, Sister Pebela."
Pebela’s face softened with kindness, looking like a warm-hearted aunt who truly cared for her juniors.
"You have to believe in yourself, and you too, little Rod, both of you are our hope."