Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master



The moment Sloth arrived there, he found lots of quarrels, and tons of attacks falling over the one hundred master group he summoned. And yet everything got shielded by a formidable defensive array that surrounded the king's tent.

It was something expected, so no long-distance technique of the enemy would land and take the king down.

Seeing Sloth coming out like this made everyone halt in their actions. He was still standing in the middle of the defensive array and was quite safe from the reach of anyone out there.

But that wasn't the main reason for everyone to stop, the most important question about the king's health was. Sloth kept claiming his ability to save the king and ended up meeting the king at last.

The ones who argued against this move from the start shouted next and pointed at him with a single word: Traitor! As for those who supported him before, they remained silent, and didn't know what they should do.

There were only limited options for him right now, and the only thing everyone thought about was for him to join the fight.

Even the masters who he rallied with him thought of the same thing. None ever expected what he was going to do right now.

Against what others expected, he turned around, waved his arm, and all of a sudden his spirit power surged violently. Everyone was shocked by such a scene, watching the tent getting ripped by his spirit power and turn into nothing.

"Stop him!"

"He has gone insane!"

"He wants to kill the king!"

All of sudden, many shouts came and rose up, riling everyone against him. No one knew who spoke, but the shouts managed to change the hearts and minds of many.

Yet before any would do a single thing, Trevor did another totally unexpected thing to all. He took out his sword, and placed its sharp edge over his neck without turning to any of them, without shifting his eyes off the man he served for his entire life.

"I, Trevor, the Royal Tutor, the Holy Guardian of the Novistic kingdom, vow on my spirit that if the king died or didn't wake up, I will claim my life right here with my own hands!"

His voice came deep and calm, wasn't that loud, to begin with, but it was like thunder reverberating in the ears of everyone witnessing this scene. His voice silenced all the shouts asking for his life, and no one could issue a single sound or even breath!

Sloth's determination was clear and touched everyone's spirits. Even the ones who were standing against him couldn't help but look at him in different lights, all except for those damn traitors.

The tent was now gone, and everything inside was revealed. The ones who placed that candle inside knew Sloth took it away. And that also meant he knew what he was doing, and what he claimed before was mostly going to happen.I think you should take a look at

The king they tried for long years to poison was going to rise up from the ashes. And by then, they'd be doomed!

Yet they got nothing in their power to do. The array surrounding the king was now activated, protecting it, and wouldn't go down for an hour. Not to mention by what Sloth said, he managed to recruit everyone to his side.

Trying to harm him? This was going to be futile! They had nothing to do to save themselves, except for praying that what Sloth did wasn't enough to save the king.

Sloth stood out there, in front of everyone, standing like a mountain. He never turned around, never shifted his eyes off the king, never moved the sword away from his neck.The source of this content is novelenglish.net . fire(.)nᴇt

He was really determined to take his life if harm touched the king. He knew it wasn't his fault if that happened, and the end would come at the hands of that nasty toxin.

But he held himself responsible for this. It was a failure, a failure for the ones the king selected and trusted, a failure in protecting the man who meant everything to the kingdom and its people.

William told him to wait for half an hour for the potions to work, but he was prepared to stand there for days even until the end result would be clear. And yet he still anticipated the first half an hour according to William's words.

Time passed slowly, very slowly, not only on Sloth but on everyone else.

"Father… Please… Please be ok," from one side, Anjie's eyes were all red and sore, on the verge of crying. During the past few days, she fought a brutal battle against her blood relatives, uncles, and cousins, to try and rally enough support for Sloth to do what he claimed and save the king.

She wasn't thinking about this emotionally as the king's sole daughter, but she knew on what basis Sloth was saying these words. She was the one who watched him walk away with William's friends and team, vanished into that deadly fog, and he came back!

No one ever went there and returned. She knew the mystery behind this didn't lie in Sloth but in William. The reason didn't matter, and she believed in what Sloth said.

Yet she met unexpectedly fierce resistance led by her uncles. They refused to even let Sloth try and save her father. She was a princess, one who was supposed to lead after the passing of her father. And yet she hoped such a day wouldn't come.

Seeing Sloth take such a risk to save the king made her quite shaken internally. She realised she got stuck to the stupid royal rules to even forget the duties of hers as a daughter.

She should have been by Sloth's side, aiding him in all this. Even if they would be branded as traitors, she saw nothing good about the throne in her father's absence.

She prayed from the depths of her spirit, praying that her father would wake up.