Chapter 1031: 1031
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Let me guess." You are one of the queen's sons sent here to destroy my warship." asked Roderick. Lucky guess." said Rozier. Now that you know my goal, I will like it for you to cooperate and leave this warship before you get seriously hurt or killed." Roderick stoked on his cigarette unleashing the smoke from his nostrils." Roderick stood up from his theater seat, tossing it on the ground, stomping on it. You know I can't cooperate with that." Roderick sighed. " Let's just get this over with so I can continue my break." Roderick began generating a powerful golden aura around his body. As Rozier leaped towards Roderick, Roderick kicked him in his stomach. Rozier's ribs were crushed. He crashed into the front row stands, puking up chunks of blood. Roderick turned around and jumped back 5 feet. Rozier stood on his feet, wiping the chunks of blood from his face. Roderick was much calmer and patient than Rozier. Rozier was a born warrior. A fighter. A patriot. Rozier leaped into the air, punching Roderick in the face.
The punch had no effect. Suddnely, Roderick's eyes began glowing white. He punched Rozier in the chest, crushing every one of his ribs. Rozier crashed through 3 hard walls made of sheetrock and iron. I expected more from one of Queen Ariel's sons." I guess I overestimated you." All you Royal Elves care about is money, power, and nobility." We Industrial Elves simply care about power and might." Something much greater." This is the reason why The Royal Elven Empire must be burned to ashes." Rozier stood on his feet, breathing heavily like a racehorse. His vision was turning blurry. Blood was leaking out of his nose and ears. Roderick started slowly walking towards Rozier. Rozier needed more power. If he didn't acquire more power, his end was near. Roderick suddenly fired a purple beam towards Rozier. Rozier quickly generated a barrier around his body. The barrier had no effect or protection to give Rozier.
The purple beam pierced through the barrier, going through Rozier's heart. Rozier instantly collapsed on his knees. His mother always told him the firstborn was the Chosen One. The Chosen One held the most incredible power. She lied to him. In actuality, Cirdan was the strongest son, not him. Rozier had a giant hole in his chest. He was losing a lot of blood. Roderick walked towards him, kneeling down on one knee, grabbing Rozier by his chin. " All the royal elves had killed had the same expression on their faces as you do now." They can tell their life is about to come to an end." "But I can sense your time is not up yet." I will give you one last chance to live." Roderick began generating a white aura around his right hand, placing his hand on Rozier's chest. The next time we see each other again I hope can thank me and we can probably become allies. You need to learn the truth about your mother." You need to know why this war was started." Roderick stood on his feet and sighed. "If you don't millions will die. " This could turn into the greatest war ever in the history of this dimension. Roderick turned around and left, disappearing and fading away without leaving a trace or clue to his whereabouts.
Over 30 minutes later...
Rozier woke up, coughing up a storm. He quickly looked at his chest and saw a giant scar. " I've should have been dead.." Rozier quickly ran out of the theater, outside to the bottom deck. He saw over 20 Royal Elven airsh.i.p.s. As he was about to shout wait, an arsenal of rockets was fired at the warship. Rozier quickly jumped off the warship. As the arsenal of rockets connected with the warship, an explosion occurred. Rozier jumped off the warship in time. He landed on his feet. He looked around the area and saw thousands of bodies from both armies. He sighed. But first, he wanted to see his mother. He wanted to talk to her. As he entered her castle and walked to the throne room, he saw his mother talking to the slavedriver who controlled the slave trade, Chester. He had been the tormented of slaves for at least 30 years. He was 60 years old. As Chester saw Rozier, he immediately stopped talking.
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Let me guess." You are one of the queen's sons sent here to destroy my warship." asked Roderick. Lucky guess." said Rozier. Now that you know my goal, I will like it for you to cooperate and leave this warship before you get seriously hurt or killed." Roderick stoked on his cigarette unleashing the smoke from his nostrils." Roderick stood up from his theater seat, tossing it on the ground, stomping on it. You know I can't cooperate with that." Roderick sighed. " Let's just get this over with so I can continue my break." Roderick began generating a powerful golden aura around his body. As Rozier leaped towards Roderick, Roderick kicked him in his stomach. Rozier's ribs were crushed. He crashed into the front row stands, puking up chunks of blood. Roderick turned around and jumped back 5 feet. Rozier stood on his feet, wiping the chunks of blood from his face. Roderick was much calmer and patient than Rozier. Rozier was a born warrior. A fighter. A patriot. Rozier leaped into the air, punching Roderick in the face.
The punch had no effect. Suddnely, Roderick's eyes began glowing white. He punched Rozier in the chest, crushing every one of his ribs. Rozier crashed through 3 hard walls made of sheetrock and iron. I expected more from one of Queen Ariel's sons." I guess I overestimated you." All you Royal Elves care about is money, power, and nobility." We Industrial Elves simply care about power and might." Something much greater." This is the reason why The Royal Elven Empire must be burned to ashes." Rozier stood on his feet, breathing heavily like a racehorse. His vision was turning blurry. Blood was leaking out of his nose and ears. Roderick started slowly walking towards Rozier. Rozier needed more power. If he didn't acquire more power, his end was near. Roderick suddenly fired a purple beam towards Rozier. Rozier quickly generated a barrier around his body. The barrier had no effect or protection to give Rozier.
The purple beam pierced through the barrier, going through Rozier's heart. Rozier instantly collapsed on his knees. His mother always told him the firstborn was the Chosen One. The Chosen One held the most incredible power. She lied to him. In actuality, Cirdan was the strongest son, not him. Rozier had a giant hole in his chest. He was losing a lot of blood. Roderick walked towards him, kneeling down on one knee, grabbing Rozier by his chin. " All the royal elves had killed had the same expression on their faces as you do now." They can tell their life is about to come to an end." "But I can sense your time is not up yet." I will give you one last chance to live." Roderick began generating a white aura around his right hand, placing his hand on Rozier's chest. The next time we see each other again I hope can thank me and we can probably become allies. You need to learn the truth about your mother." You need to know why this war was started." Roderick stood on his feet and sighed. "If you don't millions will die. " This could turn into the greatest war ever in the history of this dimension. Roderick turned around and left, disappearing and fading away without leaving a trace or clue to his whereabouts.
Over 30 minutes later...
Rozier woke up, coughing up a storm. He quickly looked at his chest and saw a giant scar. " I've should have been dead.." Rozier quickly ran out of the theater, outside to the bottom deck. He saw over 20 Royal Elven airsh.i.p.s. As he was about to shout wait, an arsenal of rockets was fired at the warship. Rozier quickly jumped off the warship. As the arsenal of rockets connected with the warship, an explosion occurred. Rozier jumped off the warship in time. He landed on his feet. He looked around the area and saw thousands of bodies from both armies. He sighed. But first, he wanted to see his mother. He wanted to talk to her. As he entered her castle and walked to the throne room, he saw his mother talking to the slavedriver who controlled the slave trade, Chester. He had been the tormented of slaves for at least 30 years. He was 60 years old. As Chester saw Rozier, he immediately stopped talking.
Let me guess." You are one of the queen's sons sent here to destroy my warship." asked Roderick. Lucky guess." said Rozier. Now that you know my goal, I will like it for you to cooperate and leave this warship before you get seriously hurt or killed." Roderick stoked on his cigarette unleashing the smoke from his nostrils." Roderick stood up from his theater seat, tossing it on the ground, stomping on it. You know I can't cooperate with that." Roderick sighed. " Let's just get this over with so I can continue my break." Roderick began generating a powerful golden aura around his body. As Rozier leaped towards Roderick, Roderick kicked him in his stomach. Rozier's ribs were crushed. He crashed into the front row stands, puking up chunks of blood. Roderick turned around and jumped back 5 feet. Rozier stood on his feet, wiping the chunks of blood from his face. Roderick was much calmer and patient than Rozier. Rozier was a born warrior. A fighter. A patriot. Rozier leaped into the air, punching Roderick in the face. The punch had no effect. Suddnely, Roderick's eyes began glowing white. He punched Rozier in the chest, crushing every one of his ribs. Rozier crashed through 3 hard walls made of sheetrock and iron. I expected more from one of Queen Ariel's sons." I guess I overestimated you." All you Royal Elves care about is money, power, and nobility." We Industrial Elves simply care about power and might." Something much greater." This is the reason why The Royal Elven Empire must be burned to ashes." Rozier stood on his feet, breathing heavily like a racehorse. His vision was turning blurry. Blood was leaking out of his nose and ears. Roderick started slowly walking towards Rozier. Rozier needed more power. If he didn't acquire more power, his end was near. Roderick suddenly fired a purple beam towards Rozier. Rozier quickly generated a barrier around his body. The barrier had no effect or protection to give Rozier. The purple beam pierced through the barrier, going through Rozier's heart. Rozier instantly collapsed on his knees. His mother always told him the firstborn was the Chosen One. The Chosen One held the most incredible power. She lied to him. In actuality, Cirdan was the strongest son, not him. Rozier had a giant hole in his chest. He was losing a lot of blood. Roderick walked towards him, kneeling down on one knee, grabbing Rozier by his chin. " All the royal elves had killed had the same expression on their faces as you do now." They can tell their life is about to come to an end." "But I can sense your time is not up yet." I will give you one last chance to live." Roderick began generating a white aura around his right hand, placing his hand on Rozier's chest. The next time we see each other again I hope can thank me and we can probably become allies. You need to learn the truth about your mother." You need to know why this war was started." Roderick stood on his feet and sighed. "If you don't millions will die. " This could turn into the greatest war ever in the history of this dimension. Roderick turned around and left, disappearing and fading away without leaving a trace or clue to his whereabouts. Over 30 minutes later... Rozier woke up, coughing up a storm. He quickly looked at his chest and saw a giant scar. " I've should have been dead.." Rozier quickly ran out of the theater, outside to the bottom deck. He saw over 20 Royal Elven airsh.i.p.s. As he was about to shout wait, an arsenal of rockets was fired at the warship. Rozier quickly jumped off the warship. As the arsenal of rockets connected with the warship, an explosion occurred. Rozier jumped off the warship in time. He landed on his feet. He looked around the area and saw thousands of bodies from both armies. He sighed. But first, he wanted to see his mother. He wanted to talk to her. As he entered her castle and walked to the throne room, he saw his mother talking to the slavedriver who controlled the slave trade, Chester. He had been the tormented of slaves for at least 30 years. He was 60 years old. As Chester saw Rozier, he immediately stopped talking.
