9 Blood Emperor

An awkward silence ensued from the declaration. Wasn't everyone already bowing? Do you have to be so pompous? But waves of shock were flowing through the villagers minds. An actual God! One had to know this wasn't a term someone could utter casually. There were plenty of Immortals in the High Realms, and once in a while one would descend and create legends among the mortals. But a God, not even the bravest of Immortals would pretend to be one even with nine more guts. Those were mighty existences that controlled the entire existence. Their numbers could be counted on one hand. And more importantly, they were omnipresent. Pretending to be them was just asking for a smiting. And smite they did. If one swore an oath to the Heavens and broke it, the Gods smote the oath breaker with terrifying efficiency. And if one feigned being a God, the same tribulation descended without fail. Thinking up to here, the fact that Philip was still alive only meant one thing.

"God Descent!" the elder with a chalked face exclaimed. "We pay our respects to the Almighty one!" the elder said as he prostrated himself almost flat on the ground with arms outstretched forward. Following his cue, the more intelligent elders noticed the situation and also bowed."Paying respects to the Almighty one!" At this point even a fool would know what to do. The whole clan followed suit in a thunderous shout. " Paying respects to the Almighty one!" and bowed low in unison. "Hmm not bad." Mithamo nodded in approval. It was always better if the mortals cooperated, but not necessary. He waved his hand casually and the pressure on the villagers lifted. "Rise. Who is your leader?" he proceeded to ask. Chief Saito stood up and then bowed at the waist. "I am the leader of the Nyasanga Clan, Almighty Mithamo." he said with a hint of pain. If his own son couldn't recognise him was there any need to doubt what was going on? "You know this child?" Mithamo asked after catching the facial expressions. "Reporting to the Almighty, he is my son Philip." he replied whilst holding back tears. Who didn't know that [Possession] killed the original owner of the body? Many tales of Immortals taking over the bodies of the near dead were abound.

"Philip is it? I like this name, I'll keep it. Your son is not dead, it is his good luck to serve me in future. If you are the Chief that would make me the Young Master. Good, good. I'm in need of a mortal clan. Is the Nyasanga clan willing to serve me for eternity?" Mithamo mumbled almost to himself before dropping the bombshell of a question. The eyes of the elder with a chalked face almost popped out their sockets in disbelief! "We are willing!" almost at the same time, the elder and Chief Saito replied. Just what was a God? Even being a lowly Messenger of God was enough to move mountains and flip oceans. The Imperial family of this world only held steadfastly to power and unified the world because an Immortal had descended amongst them and received their aid. Before he left for the High Realms he had left a frightening legacy to protect them. Anyone with designs on the throne first had to consider whether they were a match for the might of an Immortal. If he descended again even an army of millions would perish instantly. This was an insurmountable gap of level of existence. All this was known because the Imperials boldly advertised it. After all, it was unshakeable backing. It was like having your big brother be the biggest bully in school, no one would dare touch you. If a mere Immortal Descent could make an unshakeable empire what of a God? The two were leagues apart. "Hmm." Mithamo nodded in approval. And thus a strange scene of an entire village bowing to an eight year old boy took place in a clearing of a grassy plain.

In a stronghold on another part of the continent. The high grey walls of the hold stood above a moat and surrounded a large castle. In it a meeting of many officials was being held and they murmured to each other excitedly. An old king with a long white beard, tall stature and dazzling golden robes knocked a short sceptre on the arm of his also golden throne. The hall immediately went silent. "What do we know." he asked in a robust voice. Contrary to his elderly appearance his voice brimmed with vitality. One of the officials stood up in his seat and said " Your highness, the disturbance was definitely the light of Immortal Descent. However since it differs with the historical account and considering other factors, the scholars have determined it to most likely be a immortal treasure only." he said and returned to his seat. Another official stood up and reported "From the analysis, we of the astrological department have determined it fell in the Endless Grass Plains near World Edge Mountain at the edge of the continent. There are only small exiled clans there. An expedition team would need to go through the Dire Swamp, delaying retrieval." Another official stood up, and this time the rest of the officials became tense. "Intelligence reports that three Marquises have deployed their troops in secret to retrieve the immortal relic. The Adventurers Guild has also made a move. The Liass Continent is also preparing to move by sea towards the treasure." everyone's faces became tense following the report, and even the king frowned. It was safe to say all the major powers had taken a notice of such a light show in the sky. But none were more pale than three individuals who looked as if a relative had died. "How does that bastard know." Marquis Prichard ground his teeth. He had been extremely careful in his actions. "It really is too big a temptation, have those three join their forces with the Golden Legion, I will move out personally. Dismissed." said the king. The whole hall took a deep breath. The Blood Emperor was making a move.