Chapter 212: The First Leader
In the stables, horse corpses dotted the ground. The green grass was covered in bright red blood.
The horse, Torem, lay on the ground, staring at the picture of Peka, who had been strangled by the Pigeon.
Piksen's hand was gaining strength, making Peka unable to breathe.
Piksen couldn't breathe and began struggling to break free from the chokehold. His right hand gripped the horn tightly. Peka slammed into the pigeon's face. Whoosh!
Piksen stared as the horn pierced his own eye. Smack!
The black, spiral horn pierced through the pigeon's right eye.
The sensation of the pierced horn felt like something had been stabbed.
Piksen's blood flowed into Peka's hand.
Piksen's voice rang out, as he lost his right eye.
"Are you satisfied? From now on, don't even think about going anywhere."
Piksen threw Peka. Peka slammed into the grass. Thud! Thud!
Peka yelped in pain, regaining her breath.
Peka quickly inhaled and exhaled. There were strangle marks on Peka's neck.
Peka's hand was covered in Pixen's blood. Peka was shocked to have managed to attack Pixen.
Peka hurriedly said, "Brother Pixen, I didn't mean to. I'm sorry!"
Peka pulled his horn out of his right eye.
Peka threw his horn in front of Peka. Thud! Thud!
"Right eye! For the life of that horse!"
Peka ignored Peka, whose face was flushed with confusion.
"Wait! I'm sorry. Don't hurt that horse. I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Please spare that horse!"
Peka ran up to hug Pixen's knee, pleading with him not to hurt Thorem.
Peka swung her feet. Kicked Peka's stomach. Thud!
Ugh!? Peka's stomach caved in slightly, leaving a pixelated footprint as his body flew backwards. Whoosh! Thud!
"It hurts so much, it hurts so much...!" Peka clutched his stomach, unable to move. He quickly reached out to stop the pixel.
"Please, don't hurt that horse. I've earned it, so please, I beg you!"
Pega begged, tears streaming down his face.
Pika walked toward Thorem, his sword clutched tightly in his hand. His right eye was closed, blood still flowing from it.
"Thorem, huh? Die, you ugly horse! The Perseus family doesn't want a horse like you."
Thorem lay there, standing up, his red eyes staring at the pixel.
Pika stopped dead in his tracks, sensing a strange atmosphere.
A certain energy was emitted from Thorem. A white light, along with white feathers, emitted from the surroundings of the horse.
Something fell down. Pure white feathers, like a white cloth, untainted, followed the feathers that had flown down. Over ten strands of white feathers floated.
The white feathers were so light, they floated in mid-air.
White energy was released around the horse.
The stable, where the dead horses lay, had completely disappeared, leaving only an empty space.
The surroundings gradually became white, square and empty.
Inside, a clear white space like fresh water could be seen through, forming a square cube. The lost stable returned to its original state, along with the corpses of those around it.
The surroundings were covered with empty cubes, and a pixel stood inside.
The pixel stood with red eyes, watching the pressure mounting and the danger of the horse.
The pixel held his sword tightly, his face showing extreme shock as he looked at his own sword.
"Bana! What is this!?" "
The pixienne leaped back, keeping a small distance. "Who are you?"
The voice of the equestrian rang out. "Finally, I'm awake."
The equestrian's body, completely black, exploded. Boom! White feathers scattered across the ground.
It was as if someone had left a fan on, blowing feathers onto the equestrian.
The feathers quickly disappeared, revealing the equestrian's new body.
The body was as white as a clean white cloth. The legs were slender and beautiful, reflecting the whiteness of the clouds.
The eyes were a deep red, like bright blood, giving a sense of fear, but on the other hand, they expressed beauty.
Something else was added: two large, white wings, like a bird using its wings to soar across the sky.
The wings emitted a slight white glow, and along the equestrian's body,
a white glow reflected a pure, untainted whiteness.
A white light shone down, like a spotlight, casting a white glow. Reflecting the beautiful Thorem, Thorem's wings spread out, majestic.
The wings were wide, and the stable was blown away. Boom! Boom!
"Well, I finally wake up. What's that guy over there called?"
Pixen looked up at the sky.
In the pitch blackness, the shape of a horse floated in the sky. It was a winged silhouette.
As large as a building, it sent down a beam of white light as a spotlight.
The shadow in the sky clearly represented the horse.
"Who are you?"
Torem looked at Pigen, a pressure building up.
"What time is it, little one?"
Pixen took a sword stance, ready for battle. He could clearly feel the danger emanating from Thorem.
The Thorem's beauty was sublime, but it also held a sense of mystery and danger.
"The aura released, what are you?"
Torem lowered his head to look at his body. With a thump of his wings, he said, "So this is it. Did I succeed?"
Pixen looked at his sword, his fear evident.
He questioned his own body. "Bana, why isn't the spirit energy coming out? What did you do?"
Matorem ignored his own body and looked at Peka, who was sitting on the ground.
A white light shone down, hitting Peka. There were two beams of light shining down.
A white light reflected the image of Peka sitting there, terrified by something she didn't understand.
Matorem surveyed Pixen. "Are you from the Pegasus clan?"
Pixen walked up to Peka, his left hand gripping Peka's collar.
Pixen was afraid, not of Matorem, but of Pixen. "I'm sorry."
Pixen's voice spoke softly. "Go get someone else. Tell them there's a powerful enemy here."
Pixen tossed Peka, and she flew behind him. Whoosh!
Pixen emerged from the empty cube. White light still shone upon Peka, coming from the sky.
Pixen fell to the ground. Thud! Thud! Thud!
Pixen pointed his sword at Peka. Pixen immediately stopped being afraid. "What do you plan to do to that brat?"
Pixen spread his wings. Showing the Pigeon her beautiful wings.
"If you ask like that, the story won't go anywhere. So, I'll tell you the last question. I ask you, and you ask, and it's all equal."
"What am I going to do with that child? The answer is, that child was created to be a vessel for us. That's the answer."
Pixen secretly turned to look at Peka, who was shaking with uncontrollable legs.
"Then my question is, you're from the Perseus clan. Am I right?"
Pixen nodded. "Yes, I am from the Perseus clan."
Pixen looked around. The white cubes continued to expand.
"Second question, why that child? What is your connection to that child?"
"That child is from the Perseus clan, right? We created this clan ourselves. So, it's in the blood, you know."
Pixen was shocked at the answer. "Don't play with words. I don't believe you. A great clan like the Perseus clan has horse ancestry!?" "
The horse stomped his foot on the ground. BOO ... And I will never believe it.
Pega smiled with delight, a smile that revealed a small smile. "It's truly a pity that no one in my generation believes me, even though I've been so strict in my orders.
In a thousand years, something will be born, with white wings, a rule-breaker, something like that. And those white wings are me, the one who holds them."