The Seven Deadly Child
417 - Like a Mirror
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"Razak Khan! The last descendants of the Osiris! Greet the ancestors!" Razak said, on his bow.
"Hmmmmm..I didn't think our tribe would fall in this severe condition! Until you tell me you're the only surviving member of the tribe!" Say a giant projection figure of the ancestors of the Osiris tribe.
"A boy who's not even fully mature yet!" Add the projection of the ancestral tribe Osiris.
Hearing the words of his ancestor, Razak, who was still in prostration, gave no answer. It only began to grit its teeth hard and further added to the pressure of its forehead on the rubble floor.
"Buck! What have you been doing all this time? As a descendant of the great Osiris tribe, I can see your cultivation achievements are not too impressive!"
"Duely disappointing!" The projection of the ancestors of the Osiris tribe. Before the intense heavy air coming from the extremely concentrated pure Iron Mana flow, it began to spread around. Pressuring anyone who is now on location.
"Our ancestor, I…."
Under the intense Mana Iron pressure that was so heavy, Razak who became the main target of the pressure, would immediately give an answer to his ancestors. But his words choked, unable to find the right sentence to give any response.
"Follow your head when you're talking to me! If raising your head is not possible, how will you be able to bear the burden and responsibility to carry on our tribal heritage!" Snapped the projection of the Osiris tribe's ancestor once again. Now also increasing the intensity of the flow of Mana Iron that he released.
Making Razak who had been trying hard to lift his head, immediately back down. He could not withstand the pressure he was receiving.
Not only Razak, even the entire expedition team of the Wolf Bandit group that was in the location, which only received pressure from the residual Iron Mana flow, had now also begun to fall prostrate. Banging each other's knees on the floor of the ancient ruins.
"disappointing! If only this is the quality you possess, how could you possibly avenge our tribe! While the group of Endless Heavens Sect that had destroyed the Osiris tribe, was a bunch of savage monsters that were so powerful!" Add the projection of the ancestral tribe Osiris. With a creepy face and sharp eyes staring at the back of Razak who was still prostrating.
The projection of the ancestors of the Osiris tribe who now look really angry, seems to again increase the intensity of the Mana Iron flow pressure that he released, until later….
*Woooshhh….!!!
Suddenly, another stream of Iron Mana spread out no less intensely. It restrained and slightly struck back the flow of Iron Mana issued by the ancestors of the Osiris tribe.
"Buck! What are you trying to do!" The Osiris tribe's. He turned his eyes to another direction.
In the opposite direction, Theo who has now taken the form of an artificial rage, accompanied by a small Joy on his right shoulder. Looking back at the ancestors of the Osiris tribe with a gaze that was no less sharp.
"Old man! You're just a false projection of a remnant soul embodiment! One outdated figure that has been outdated!" Theo muttered. Now increasing the intensity of pressure from the flow of Mana Iron he released. Little by little push back completely the ancestors of the Osiris tribe.
After all, the Iron Mana stream that Theo was currently releasing, was a mixture between his pure Neutral type Element Seed direct production, which was so pure, with the ancient Iron Mana belonged to the little Joy of the Guardian Beast.
Thus, even though the projection of the ancestor of the Osiris tribe had such a dense intensity of the Iron Mana flow, the effect of his class was extremely high when he was alive, it was still just a remnant soul.
The strength he currently possessed, did not even reach 10% of his original strength. Causing Theo who was only King classy, utilizing all the advantages he had both from the Neutral type Element Seed factor, and also the existence of little Joy by his side, was now able to suppress the ancestor back.
"You bunch of useless ancestors who can't keep their own houses from the onslaught of the enemy, have no right to judge your descendants at all! Where he who is now a kara, must carry a heavy burden because of the chaos that you have made yourself!" Theo. With the look of a face that has now completely turned scary.
Hearing the sharp words coming out of Theo's mouth, the projection of the ancestor of the Osiris tribe gave no response at all. Still staring intently at the figure of Theo who is now like a heavenly god, surrounded by streams of all kinds of Mana attributes all over his body.
"You didn't even prepare anything for him! Only an identity token with a faint sentence behind it would be completely useless if he did not meet me! Even you did not leave a single hint of any technique that he could use to dismantle the bloodline seal that locked his dual Element Seed!"
"Making the last descendant of your tribe, must live a humiliated life as a slave!" Added Theo.
"Now, do you want him to raise his head when you're dealing with you?" Theo. Then with a quick hand movement, it broke the intense pressure that was shackling Razak.
"Razack! Lift your head!" Theo.
Hearing Theo's exclamation, Razak who from earlier also heard carefully all the sentences that her Big Boss spoke, immediately raised her head.
"He raised his head! Now it's your turn to bow your head and apologize to her!" Theo said later, when Razak had raised her head. Now the change added to the intense pressure of the Iron Mana flow coming out from within his body, focused entirely towards the giant projection of the Osiris tribe's ancestors.
The strong pressure exerted by Theo, immediately made the look on the face of the ancestors of the Osiris tribe bad. He really did not expect to end up being suppressed completely by a King-class junior.
The Osiris tribe's increasingly powerless ancestors resisted the pressure Theo had directed on him, now seen beginning to bow their faces. However, right before he actually ended up bowing his face shamefully…
"Boss! Please stop that!" Razak.
Hearing Razak's request, Theo immediately glanced at her for a while. Then without replying, it retracted all the aura it gave off. It changed to normal again.
"SHIRTS….!"
Theo action, closed with Little Joy uttering a loud cry. As if saying, don't dare to mess around by pitting the flow of Iron Mana with him.
"Our ancestor, forgive me for everything that happened!" Razak said, with a polite tone of intonation and looking regretful once the situation had fully eased.
However, as yet the Osiris tribe ancestor gave an answer, Theo quickly cut in.
"Razak, once again you apologize to the remnant soul of this worn-out human, then never show your face before me again!" Theo.
Theo's words, immediately made Razak look at him with a dilemma facial expression.
"Boss…!" Razak.
"Shut up!" Dengus.
"A child will indeed assume responsibility for his parents! But a child does not take away the sins of his parents! So, don't continue to humble yourself to such trashy ancestors!"
"Live like a mirror! If someone gives you a warm smile, reply with the same warm smile! If someone puts you down, there's no reason for you to respect him!"
"Whoever is it!"
"Even if it is a great ancestor though!" Said Theo, with eyes full of sharpness.
"Take a good look at my words! Because that's how the world works if you want to reach the highest peak!" Close Theo.
One sentence, which though intended for Razak, soon made everyone in the location who also heard, now began to shake their respective breasts. Their adrenaline peaked, staring at Theo's impeccable back, with a gaze full of admiration.