Chapter 144: Memories
"At the outskirts of the city, in the place where the enemy armies had entered, and near the old woman’s house, Ethar sat quietly while looking at the place that the Giants had crushed to the point where nothing remained except small pieces of rubble.
In the garden, there were traces of a few roots and a destroyed trunk, and there were traces of blood on and around it!
Ethar sat quietly, remembering his early days in this city while looking at the blood around the trunk...
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"What brought you here, you little brat?"
An old woman came out of her house and found a five-year-old child leaning against the wall of her house, hugging his knees to his chest. He seemed to be crying silently, and she did not like this!
The child Ethar raised his eyes toward the old woman and looked at her blankly, then buried his face between his knees again and paid no attention to the old woman’s shouting at him!
The old woman frowned and did not shout at him again. Instead, she entered her house, and after some time, she returned with a plate containing some soup and vegetables, then placed it beside Ethar!
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The witch old woman! The witch old woman! The witch old woman!
Many children ran behind the old woman as she walked along the road and mocked her...
"Get away, you little bastards! If I catch any of you, I will skin you alive!" The old woman waved her cane angrily, driving the children away from her, but the children neither moved away nor stopped. Instead, their mockery only increased!
"You missed me! You missed me, you witch old woman, hahahahahaha...."
BOOOM!
While the children were laughing, a shadow came at tremendous speed and punched the face of the child who was laughing with great force, sending him staggering several steps backward before he fell on his backside and began to cry!
"Which other bastard among you dares to say another word!"
Ethar stood in the middle between the children and the old woman, facing the children with an angry smile as he struck his fist against his palm.
"Run, it’s the Angry King!" The children carried their friend who had fallen to the ground on their shoulders and quickly began fleeing when they saw Ethar!
"You’ve grown up, brat, and now they’re giving you grand titles." The old woman raised an eyebrow and looked at Ethar, surprised by his new title.
In response to the old woman’s mockery, Ethar smiled, raised his hand, pointed his thumb toward his face, and said confidently,
"They’d better call me that whenever they see me if they don’t want me to personally look for them and teach them a lesson every now and then."
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"Raise your elbow a little higher when punching and strike faster." Ethar stood in the garden training while the old woman guided him!
"Where did you learn all these skills, old woman? Were you a knight in your youth or what?" Ethar turned toward the old woman and raised an eyebrow while looking at her in confusion!
The old woman smiled at Ethar’s question and looked toward the clear sky. "Those really were wonderful days."
After some time of contemplating the sky, the old woman turned her gaze back toward Ethar, narrowed her eyes, waved her cane, and struck his head. "What are you laughing at, brat? Come on, continue your training!"
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"Old woman, old woman, look what I brought!" Ethar ran at great speed while carrying a bag that was almost as big as he was.
"What’s all this noise, you little bastard!" The old woman waved her cane and was about to strike Ethar, but she stopped when she saw the bag he was carrying. "What are you carrying, and where did you steal it from?"
"Look, look." Ethar put the bag down on the ground and opened it in front of the old woman. "It’s from the feast that the new king held today."
"What!" Upon hearing this, the old woman’s body immediately jolted, and she felt a cold shiver run down her spine from the sheer terror. "You useless bastard, of all people, couldn’t you find anyone but the king to steal from!"
The old woman waved her cane and struck toward Ethar, but he managed to dodge it!
"Calm down, you senile old woman. I didn’t steal anything. After executing many traitors, the new king allowed everyone to take whatever food they wanted, and this is what I managed to get from among the chaos and shoving of the Elves." Ethar waved his hand and said mockingly.
"So you’re saying you got all of this honestly?" The old woman looked at both Ethar and the giant bag filled with food, and her mouth watered at the sight of all that food. She then headed toward it. "I swear, if you’re lying, I’ll hang you by your ass in front of my door using a fishing hook!"
"Tsk! Hypocritical old woman!"
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"Everything eventually comes to an end." Ethar sat quietly in front of the destroyed house and sighed, saying, "Thank you, you who were everything to me. I hope you meet your beloved peacefully on the other side."
Immediately after saying this, Ethar placed his hand on the ground and used the cosmic law of Formation. The earth began to move and turn, while soil and rocks piled up layer upon layer, until it eventually formed a ten-meter-tall pyramid.
After finishing the pyramid, Ethar stood up, grabbed his hammer, and a hateful expression appeared on his face as he headed toward the center of the city!
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"Hahahaha, is this all you can do?" The Golden King stood with his arms spread wide while mocking three Elves surrounding him.
These three were among those who possessed a mutated Legendary-grade bloodline, but they were now struggling together while facing the Golden King!
"How can he be this strong when he is at the same Level as us!" A fourteen-year-old boy spoke while breathing heavily from the exhaustion he had suffered during their confrontation with the Golden King!
"It isn’t just about the Level. He possesses weapons equal in strength to ours, he has far more combat experience than us, and his understanding of his own law is definitely far greater than ours!" A young man who appeared to be in his mid-twenties spoke while looking at the Golden King and analyzing him.
CRAAACK! CRAAACK! CRAAACK!
As they stood and caught their breath, everyone heard the roar of thunder nearby. The sound was faint at first, but it quickly became so loud that it was unbearable!
CRAAAAACK! BOOOM!
A purple bolt of lightning fell from the sky toward the Golden King, and Ethar quickly emerged from it, swinging his hammer toward the Golden King’s head!
"Hahahaha, things are getting more and more interesting." The Golden King leaned his body backward and met Ethar’s hammer with his fist!
BOOOM!
The Golden King’s fist collided with Ethar’s Angry Bull Hammer, sending a thunderous sound and shockwave throughout the area!
"Hahahaha, you’re strong, and you deserve to face me, the Golden King." Both the Golden King and Ethar retreated from the impact of the clash. The Golden King laughed excitedly as he felt his blood boiling with excitement and pointed his finger toward Ethar. "Introduce yourself. This king will at least take the trouble to remember your name after your death!"
Ethar smiled in the face of this mockery and arrogance, raised his hammer, placed it on his shoulder, scratched his ear with his finger, and faced the arrogance and mockery with even greater arrogance and mockery!
"There is no need to trouble yourself with anything, as you’re going to die anyway. But you at least deserve to know the name of your killer." He then pointed his thumb toward himself.
"My name is the Angry King. Remember it well, son of a bitch, because it will be the last name you remember in this life!"
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BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOOM!
Elena stood facing three thirty-meter-tall Giants, while numerous golden stars revolved around her, hurling themselves at the Giants.
These were not ordinary Giants. They were the Lord’s vessels, three kings among the six kings of the Giant race...
Grimar, Nimrok, Magnus!
They had suffered serious injuries while fighting Elena, and their condition was miserable, but Elena was no exception either!
There were many tears in her clothes, in addition to numerous wounds and visible blood. If not for the armor provided by the fifth-Level crown, as well as the fact that it also supported the Law of Stars, her condition would have been far worse!
This was because the bloodlines of the three Giants were of Heaven grade, in addition to the fact that they also possessed three fifth-Level weapons!
The Lord had given them those weapons immediately after Anar passed the tribulation. They had been one of the reasons they had managed to hold out against Elena until now, but they were not the main reason. Otherwise, if they were merely ordinary Giants, things would have been much easier for Elena...
But as the Lord’s vessels, they were a nightmare for Elena!