Amongst the debris of the now destroyed battlefield, Kahn was barely managing to maintain his consciousness after being targeted by the two demonkin saints out of nowhere. His life was in jeopardy once again.
"Do you really think that anyone can just openly insult the three factions and all the noble clans? And you think you can get away with it just because people are watching?" spoke the demonkin swordsman as his immensely threatening aura oppressed Kahn to the point where multiple cracks formed on the broken platform he was standing.
"You think too highly of yourself, boy. You shall pay for your arrogance for looking down on us!" spoke the second demonkin halberd warrior as he pointed the blade of his weapon at Kahn's neck.
Kahn on the other hand was frozen on the spot. Forget about talking back.. He couldn't even lift his head.
But before anyone could even react… in front of the billions of people watching this match, the saint swung his weapon…
BOOOOMMMM!!!
The next moment however.. Everyone among the 6 million people audience in this 25 floors battle arena, including the top saints of the empire were frozen on the spot as a godly blue aura that spread for dozens of kilometers in the sky suddenly suppressed every living being present here.
Two bright blue beams of saint aura filled with extremely dense world energy had frozen these two demonkin saints.
But unlike everyone else.. Kahn who was subjected to the suppression from these two saints could finally move his body as the auras oppressing him ceased to be.
In front of billions of people throughout the empire, an elderly figure who had waist-length silver hair and was dressed in pletely white robes descended from the top floor of this 800 meters tall and 7 kilometer circumference battle arena.
The massive amount blue fire releasing from this being made him look like a deity ing down from the heavens above.
Suddenly, an archaic and solemn voice filled the battle arena as not a single living soul aside from Kahn could move a muscle under this horrifying aura.
"My my.. How brazen. You sure are giving a bad name to all of our noble clans and factions." said this elderly vampire who calmly descended in the battle ring.
And as soon as his feet touched the ground.. In just two seconds, the entire shattered battleground was restored to its former state.
The aura emitted from the owner of this tyrannical voice was something that couldn't even pare with anything Kahn had felt before. pared to Stronoff and Ismaetrazel, both of whom were 4th stage saints.. This godly being's strength was in a pletely different realm.
His gaze landed on Kahn, who was openly declaring that the whole petition was a scam and only the elites and influential of the empire were allowed to win while the mon folks, who made the 95% of the population of this empire were never given a fair chance in this petition.
His claims about how no one from a moner birth was allowed to fight till later stages even if they had the talent and ability for it had already caused a mayhem.
The next moment however, his gaze turned towards two demonkin saints and his eyes turned furious as a despising expression appeared on his face.
"I'm not talking about him.. But you two. To attack a citizen of our empire, one who rightfully won against his opponent in this match… You both have brought great shame and embarrassment to your clan and faction." said the old vampire as his archaic and kingly voice resounded in the battle arena.
To Kahn.. Who had seen this blue fire and felt this familiar aura just 10 days ago when Stronoff visited him in his manor… he quickly recognized who this superior being was.
And on top of it.. He also recalled the time when he heard this voice.
The old vampire in front of Kahn wasn't just some saint or an influential figure. This person was someone respected and also feared by the whole empire.
In his moment of peril… the being who came to save him was one of the three strongest individuals of the entire Rakos Empire.
It was none other than Szayel's grandfather, the Faction Leader of the pureblood faction and a seventh stage saint himself…
Allister Mor Vandereich!
Stunned! Every single person among the audience throughout the empire who was watching this broadcast was stunned.
Billions of confused people questioned one thing.. Who was this old vampire that like he owned the place?
Not everyone had actually seen or met him. And the mon folks hardly had time to care about who was the bigshot among the elites as they focused on their daily life struggles to make a living.
But one thing they knew for sure.. Judging on the current state of these two saints who couldn't even bat an eyelid under the immense pressure released by this person..
He was definitely one of the top figures of their empire.
[So we finally meet… human boy. No wonder my son was so adamant about offering my personal token to you. You have outlived both of our expectations.
I'm pleased to see that the one to hold my remendation token is indeed a capable and worthy warrior.] spoke Allister in Kahn's mind.
He wasn't using any form of artifact or a magic spell but his thoughts were clear for Kahn to hear inside his mind as if they had a sense of bond already.
[But you have created quite a ruckus now. This stunt was unnecessary and you could've lost your life today.
And what you just did… it won't be forgotten by the ruling powers of the empire. Not unless..] he relayed his thoughts again.
[Unless what?] asked Kahn in a cautious tone.
The next second, the seventh stage saint declared in his authoritative tone in front of the whole empire.
"I.. Allister Mor Vandereich, the current head of the pureblood faction and the general of the army of our great Rakos empire."
His gaze turned to Kahn again and then face the projection artifacts as he announced in his archaic voice that echoed through the whole empire.
"Declare mine and the pureblood faction's full support to the candidate named Kahn!"
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