The Rise of the Black Plain-Novel

Three weeks later...

After the previous situation with the members of the Spiritual Church of this region and members of large regional organizations, Minos confirmed his agreements with those Bishops.

At the same time, each of those nobles or members of the regional royalty had sent messages to their powers regarding what had happened in the royal palace of Minos.

They were on this dangerous journey together, so none of them failed to alert their more powerful companions about those points.

And with that, Minos and his family were preparing to leave the Black Plain, settling the last matters in Dry City.

Abby was still sleeping in the Spatial Kingdom, but no one was worried about her situation since all this was already expected.

With that, the Elite Squad soldiers who were training in the Spatial Kingdom and most of the royal family's beasts left that place to return to Black Plain.

Besides Abby, the only living beings that continued to live there at this point were Maida and Kyla.

With this trip to the Flaming Empire that Minos was about to make, he had decided to allow the Nine-tailed Fox to accompany him.

She was already level 57, very close to becoming a Spiritual Emperor, having enough strength to accompany Minos' group.

As for Emlyn, level 62, she would stay to take care of the Black Plain alongside Dillian and was not worried about having to part with her daughter.

She knew Minos very well and knew that Kyla would not be at risk of being at his side.

And so, the time for their journey was approximating, with Minos making his last territory inspection today, the day before his departure.

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Meanwhile, in an area in the vicinity of the capital of the Black Plain, a young man with blood-colored hair and eyes was floating on the outskirts, looking down with interest.

The vertical scar in the middle of his forehead trembled from time to time as he smiled, feeling that this place indeed was, as the rumors said.

'The energy here is much better than the rest of this region...' He pondered as he felt the natural spiritual fluctuation of the surroundings and remembered the things he had seen in the past few days.

'The food here is excellent, and there is a constant growth and development of local services...'

"This place is perfect for me to hide!" Then, he made up his mind, muttering in a low voice as he clenched his fists.

This level 67 individual was evading his former organization, the Saints Killing Sect, which had backstabbed him and tried to kill him because of his innate ability.

He had been a member like any other, loyal and hardworking. But then, one day, his special trait was discovered by a dorm-mate, who eventually brought trouble to this young talent.

Unfortunately for him, instead of being nurtured and appreciated, that sect was planning a special ritual to steal his third eye and pass it on to the sect master!

He discovered such a thing and abandoned his family and sect, having fought many times in the past six years, finally having arrived in this region to continue hiding from his persecutors.

This fellow had heard about the Black Plain when rumors about this place were spreading in the Albano underworld. After such things were confirmed, including an agreement between that kingdom and this state, the young man in question decided to come and investigate the areas commanded by Minos.

He felt that hiding in the poor northern region of the Central Continent would give him an advantage since it would be more difficult for his old sect to track him down.

With fewer high-level experts around, it was easier to identify opponents and more difficult for the enemy side to keep an eye on him and receive information from third-party organizations.

So, with the possibility of peacefully cultivating in this region without great danger, this man could not help but smile as he looked down.

But in life, things don't always go as planned!

While admiring his new home, a gigantic turtle appeared among the clouds, looking at him strangely.

"Uh? This beast?" The man noticed the gigantic creature looking down at him from above while many winged beings departed from its shell to fly over his surroundings.

That was the first group of the Black Plain air force!

But among these individuals flying in the surroundings, not all were on mounts, and a royal entourage was there at this very moment.

"Hmmm?" Minos, who was checking that area, looked at the red-haired young man, surprised that someone so strong would appear on his territory.

"What is a level 67 Spiritual Emperor doing in my territory without asking permission to enter nor notifying his passage?" Minos said in an authoritative tone, looking down.

The man frowned as he heard Minos' confident tone, surprised that there was not even an iota of reverence in that brown-haired fellow's voice.

Minos was on his land, so it was fair that he should have a little pride and act by his position. This red-haired man understood this. But the usual thing in situations like these was for the weaker side to show respect for the other, even in the case of a misunderstanding.

Thus, he found this local reception strange.

"I was traveling through the Black Plain and realized how good this place is..." He looked into Minos' eyes and said aloud. "I have decided to live here for the time being. I hope you guys don't mind."

"Oh? Bother? Of course not. All you have to do is sign a commitment to the Black Plain, and naturally, we will welcome you." Minos smiled. "Otherwise, you can get the hell off my land!"

"What if I don't want to?" He let a little of his fighting intent spread to the surroundings to threaten these people. "I heard that the Archbishop of the Spiritual Church in this region is in Dry City. Is she the one to give you that courage?"

The people in the surrounding area looked seriously at that individual, realizing that although he was arrogant to stand in front of all of them, he knew what he was doing.

He was not a fool!

"Naturally, no. How would I let a pregnant woman protect my territory?" Minos casually commented, releasing some of his murderous intent, only for that fellow to feel the terror.

"That..." He looked more seriously at Minos, sensing that from someone younger than him for the first time in his life. 'Who is this person? How many has he killed to get to that?'

Murderous intent was not a simple thing. It was not enough to kill to achieve such a thing. No, one who wanted to have strong killing intent needed to kill opponents one at a time.

That is, using a technique that kills dozens at once would not serve to develop murderous intent as much as slow, cruel killings would.

The victim's situation was all-important for such a thing, and the more aware he was of his death, the better it was to strengthen the killer's killing intent.

As Minos had not only killed many people but directly eliminated many of them, one at a time, his killing intent was particularly impressive.

And this fellow understood this the most since he had already butchered a few tens of thousands.

With that, it did not take long for his blood to start boiling, and he put up a fighting stance to experience the powers of this cruel person in front of him.

"If you beat me in a fight, I will sign whatever deal you want." He said loudly as a red mist began to leave his body.

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