Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

The very nature of these people's souls was disgusting to look at; they could be instantly stained with flames, making it easy to imagine the disgusting things they did.

A minor punishment serves as a great warning! What might have been a minor punishment has ultimately cost them their lives.

Chapter 165 Why Not? Individual Strength Can Really Be So Powerful as to Overwhelm an Army

To this-

“Provocation? No, Your Majesty, I was merely demonstrating my authority to them! I gave them a chance to stand up for themselves; I originally did not intend to use this power. And now they have become like this, which is inseparable from their own sins.”

When these people were whispering loudly just now, the king didn't stand up to stop them, and didn't say anything.

Since he was unwilling to punish his own ministers, he had no choice but to overstep his bounds and do it himself that night.

If the king had stepped forward and taken charge himself, these people wouldn't be in such a terrible state. If these people had just stepped forward, admitted their mistakes, and bowed their heads, Ye wouldn't have had to resort to violence.

If their souls were not tainted with so much sin that the flames, once ignited, could not be extinguished, they would not have become the horrifying image of torches.

However—things sometimes just happen by chance, and Ye didn't intend to explain anything.

Sometimes, being feared by others makes it easier to navigate this world than being understood by others.

Night retorted sarcastically, "Since you enjoy gossiping so much, then shut your mouth forever. The strong rule the weak... Everyone living in this world follows this principle. How about it—you must have witnessed this scene countless times! Why are you still so surprised, Your Majesty!"

Ye didn't turn his head at this moment; his profile was incredibly majestic and sacred, and the powerful feeling was overwhelming.

'authority'?

Yes, that's right—the king has met him.

He himself is the most powerful authority in the country, adept at using his status to oppress others! And someone who can wield such immense power that they disregard everything and display their strength at will—isn't that power itself a form of 'authority'?

They completely disregarded the fact that Sonos was still present.

Led by the night, the nobles suddenly began to fight each other.

The fate line is not simply a matter of physical control, but rather it triggers the 'contradictions' in their destinies in advance.

For example, there is a rift between nobleman A and nobleman B, which will erupt in the future, but is currently relatively stable. However, under the influence of the fate line, this rift will erupt earlier.

The reaction to this anger is that the body instinctively throws out fists and desperately attacks and beats each other!

And the way to avoid being controlled by this power is simple: be without desire...

As long as one does not harbor any negative emotions or ulterior motives towards the other party, and manages to control oneself, their fates will not become intertwined, and a struggle will not erupt.

But let's not say that it's difficult for an individual to be without desires. Even if you are without desires, others will still like to provoke you, and there will always be a time when they will do something to provoke you, making it impossible to be without desires.

"Well, Your Majesty—my runes!" he spoke again that night.

Having witnessed the magical power of the night, the king, filled with both anger and awe, came to understand the terrifying nature of the night anew.

He dared not speak as recklessly as before, but still asked in a voice laced with suppressed anger, "I understand, your power is the embodiment of your authority. But—Holy Sword Wielder. Even if you wield a powerful holy sword and master such incredible magic, a person's power is ultimately limited. If you kill anyone who provokes you..."

The king paused, then threatened, "Do you think you can kill all the high-ranking officials and the army of a country?"

But—something that made Sonos uneasy.

He saw the man smile. How could he smile in the face of such a difficult problem?

'Kill all the high-ranking officials and the military of a country?'

Upon hearing this, Night recalled the things he had done in Greece, which had almost inspired all the heroes of Greece to unite and attack him.

When power reaches a certain level, what difficulty is there in simply wiping out an entire army?

How can a frog at the bottom of a well understand the vastness of the universe? How can a firefly's light comprehend the brilliance of the sun and moon?

"Why not?"

Night countered with this question, then spoke: "If all those in the world who wish to oppose me are righteous, then I am the absolute evil demon king! I am the demon king of the earth! When no living being in this world possesses the power to contend with me! I will kill a portion of them, and the rest will naturally bow down to me!"

To be honest, he's planning to take the hero route this time!

But if the people here are not human, they will force him to take the path of a demon king.

Then he will also reveal the fangs of a demon king, letting the Norsemen experience the fear of their former Greek godfather.

What is the arrival of absolute evil, a day of chaos and darkness! What is the pinnacle of evil that even the most desperate efforts and cunning cannot surpass! Cross over, for justice rests upon my corpse!

The last smile of the night sent a chill down Sonos's spine.

But not wanting to lose face, Sonos instinctively shouted, "Guards—!"

He regretted it as soon as he shouted it out!

Why bother arguing with such a monster?

This foolish and defiant mentality is so similar to the behavior of those kings in mythology who, despite having already guessed that the gods were incarnate and walking among humans, still stubbornly wanted to kill the incarnations of those gods!

That's called courting death!

After offending a powerful being and realizing something was wrong, instead of trying to make amends, they continued to antagonize them to the bitter end. Such a person deserves to die...! What a fool!

Sonis had previously mocked this view, believing that he would never be like these mythical fools.

But sometimes people speak without thinking, and their words can suddenly betray their minds.

wtm--!

At that moment, the guards, hearing the king's call, rushed in and pointed their weapons at the night.

Should we still have a fight?

Night didn't care about this...

This time, however, he did not display the power of the runes. Instead, he drew the holy sword Gram from his waist, and then, just like the swift light that had once killed the Gothic King at the banquet, a bright white light flashed across the sky, illuminating the entire palace as if it were daytime.

Then, after the glaring light disappeared...

Night had already sheathed her sword, and the sound of countless broken swords falling to the ground echoed all around.

"Boring... Your army is nothing special after all, Your Majesty..."

Night doesn't need to use any real power right now; it's more like an adult playing with these ordinary people, like a child.

Even without using his powers and runes, his physical strength and combat skills were unparalleled in the last heroic age of Greece. How could these ordinary soldiers possibly fool him?

At this moment, King Sonos was completely terrified: "You...you, you...!"

We can't beat them. We absolutely can't win!

The ordinary soldiers looked at that figure in fear...

Most people realized that this was not a hero who would be bound by morality and restrain his power, nor was he a brat who, having suddenly gained great power, arrogantly thought himself invincible.

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that the other party was a true powerhouse!

Chapter 166 The King: Sorry, I was angry at the wrong person! I'll change it right away!

When authority faces a more powerful authority, it often has only one option: compromise. Unless the former is willing to sacrifice its life.

But faced with the choice between dignity and life, Sonos unhesitatingly chose life: "I...understand..."

King Sonos muttered to himself, then his face, which was already contorted with rage, suddenly turned toward his ministers below.

Looking at those figures who had finished fighting, each one dizzy and covered in blood.

Sonos: "Arrest those talkative bastards!"

Just kidding—!! How could he possibly be so angry at the guest who saved his daughter? His anger was, of course, directed at those despicable courtiers!

In his kingdom, there is no place for such a foolish creature.

He was a ruthless man after all, and Sonos quickly chose to abandon those ministers.

The banquet then ended in a rather subtle atmosphere.

Perthward, who witnessed the whole thing, breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, her father didn't end up fighting with the other side, otherwise she would have been caught in the middle and in a very difficult position.

Afterwards, under Sonis's orders, Persward led Night and the others to the blacksmith Worland.

Intimidated by the power of the Night, at least while the Night was still in the palace, these life-loving fellows would never dare to fight the Night to the death.

At least we should wait until that horrible man leaves their original location first.

This also meant that Ye's request was quickly fulfilled.

That night, they followed Perthward to a private blacksmith shop in a royal palace.

This is the place that King Sondoni specifically built to imprison Woland.

But to be fair, he's a hero who uses the Shawshank Redemption template, able to escape even the most difficult prisons.

Imprisoned in a special secret room with his feet nailed through, he still managed to escape and successfully take revenge... This man's will to survive is incredibly strong, and his personality is also remarkably patient.

Upon learning of Ye and the others' purpose, Woland didn't even ask for any revenge, but readily agreed.

Reforging the Holy Sword?!

Upon hearing about the job, Woland's eyes practically lit up.

Through subtle conversations with those around him, he learned of the overwhelming power Night displayed in the royal palace, wielding the Holy Sword. Woland was filled with longing for that power.

He began to melt down Gram and reforge the Holy Sword as Night had requested, and his thirst for knowledge about the magical runes was even greater.

After all, if you want to forge a holy sword and inscribe runes, you should at least let him understand what runes are, right?

Then the night began to teach him runes that symbolized victory, resilience, penetration, tearing, and many other things suitable for weapons, especially the concept of victory, which was the most important thing he needed to understand next.

Woland only needs to inscribe a prototype. Night can help the Holy Sword grow further, but the laws of victory must be established as the new core of the sword from the very beginning.

"Alright, I will definitely forge the most powerful holy sword in the world for you!" Woland promised Night with a bright smile on his face.

But in the eyes of the night that can see through the soul, this smile seems too fake.

Isn't his plan simply to forge the holy sword and then keep it for himself?

Night paid no attention to Woland's little scheme...

The true strength of a strong person is never based on a weapon, but on themselves! If one cannot even understand this point, then Woland can never pose a threat to him.

As for Ye, it wouldn't matter if he really lost the holy sword.

Of course—if he lost it on his own, that's fine, but if I didn't give it to you, you're not allowed to take it!

This is the attitude of the night!

And that was when Voland began forging weapons.