Hero of Darkness

Chapter 866 The Tribe

Upon exiting the Chamber of Exaltation, Kahnʼs body reverted to its human form, having shed its cosmic aether state. Taking a moment to gather himself, he turned to the system and commanded…

”Calibrate and display my current stats and bloodlines.”

[Following are the current statistics of the host :

Name : Kahn Salvatore (Host)

Titles : Hero of Darkness, Apostle of War Deity, Apostle of Blacksmithing.

Species : Human

Class : Void Sentinel (Legendary Rank)

Sub-class : Scholar Magician (Saint Rank), Arcane Enchanter (Saint Rank), Master Blacksmith (Saint Rank).

Enlightenments : 3rd enlightenment in Space Law, 2nd enlightenment in Law of Magic, 2nd enlightenment in Law of Blacksmithing.

Rank : Fifth Stage Saint Rank

Level : 611

Strength : 412994

Agility : 405029

Dexterity : 336351

Defense : 319698

Mana : 440737

World Energy Reserve Capacity : 52.3%

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Following are the most prominent and powerful bloodlines acquired by the host :

Metamorphosis Bloodline : 100% (Mythical Rank)

Vilgax Bloodline : 100%

Basilisk Bloodline : 80%

Primordial Titan Bloodline : 56%

Draconian Bloodline : 55%

Fenrir Bloodline : 55%

True Demon Bloodline : 46%

Godbeast Behemoth Bloodline : 32% (Acquired from Invimarak)

Edenmir Bloodline : 32% (Acquired from Ashokvatika).] reported the system in a lifeless tone.

”Not bad.” Kahn mused, his countenance thoughtful.

”This progress is much welcomed compared to the times when I was on my own, clueless about what to study and how to perfect my magic skills and combat techniques. Even my Space Law control should be comparable to only a handful of people in this world.”

Deciding to forgo listing his various abilities for the time being - a task that would take days and dozens of chapters to complete - Kahn instead informed Rathnaar and Vildred of his recent ascension, which left them suitably surprised.

Just then, a command echoed in Kahnʼs mind.

A tyrannical and soul-shivering voice resounded in his head.

[Come to the main tribe council hall.]

Without delay, Kahn assumed the persona of Atreus Bellator, a 3-meter-tall Water/Ice elemental Fenrirborne.

Whoosh!

In the blink of an eye, he appeared in the main hall and knelt before his master, Romulus Lykaios.

Several Clan Leaders and Tribe Elders of the Fenrirborne Tribe sat on both ends of the hall, arranged according to their hierarchy and authority within the tribe.

”Atreus, I have another task for you. I wouldnʼt have asked you to do it if Dorian were available at the moment.” spoke the crimson-red wolfkin, whose fiery mane made of blistering flames fluttered steadily in the air.

”You need not ask, my master. Whatever you command, I shall deliver upon it.” replied Atreus, keeping his head down.

The clan leaders and tribe elders collectively smiled at Atreusʼ response.

They were pleased to see the Shadow Disciple of the Tribe Leader being so obedient and devoted to the tribe, expressing to complete the job without even questioning the nature of the task.

To them, it was a testament to Atreusʼ devotion to the tribe and respect for the hierarchy.

”Ivaar has encountered some... ʼaltercationsʼ on the mission assigned to us by the imperial rule. And since none of the clan leaders, tribe elders, or myself are allowed to intervene as per the laws of the empire... the responsibility now rests on your shoulders.” commanded one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Nadur Empire.

”Usually, a Shadow Disciple is exempt from participating in these matters due to the nature of your position in the tribe.

However, it reflects poorly on our tribeʼs prestige if our warriors fail their missions. This is why I must ask you to quickly leave and assist Ivaar in resolving this issue.” he iterated calmly.

”And it should also be an excellent opportunity for you to stretch your muscles and solidify the recent results of your training.” declared Romulus in a domineering tone.

Atreus, aka Kahn, grinned slightly at the hidden message from his master. On the surface, it was an irrefutable decree from the Tribe Leader. But in reality, his master had given him an opportunity to test the new combat techniques he had been taught.

”I shall return with victory and add to the glory of our Fenrirborne Tribeʼs prestige.” replied Atreus with a vehement tone.

To everyone present, he appeared to be a true devotee of the tribe, despite not being born or raised in it. To them, this form of loyalty was an admirable quality since the pack of wolves worked harmoniously based on hierarchical position and discipline among its members.

Soon, a flying golden orb with thin wings came to a stop in the blue wolfkinʼs right palm.

”Coordinates and objectives,” spoke Romulus, and Atreus nodded in response, understanding what he had to do.

In a flash, Atreus disappeared, leaving Aurelius city in a hurry to complete his mission.

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A couple of minutes after Atreus left, one of the tribe elders, a 4th stage halberd warrior saint, spoke up in a dignified tone.

”Tribe leaders, if I may be honest, I had my misgivings when you brought this unknown warrior to our home and declared him as your shadow disciple.” said the yellow-furred wolfkin in silver armor.

”Back then, I thought it was only because Atreus was a prodigy with our tribeʼs bloodline that you chose him to compete in the Elysium Tribal Tourney.”

Each individual present in the hall was a saint and had lived for more than two centuries. Some were even older than Romulus himself, but their law only respected the strongest.

”But seeing his veneration towards the tribe... I no longer see a reason not to like him.” the elder spoke, nodding in approval.

In the following moments, a female turquoise-furred clan leader, a saint archer, voiced her opinion...

”I too agree with that statement. To be honest, many of us were worried that we might not have a great genius in the future years of the tribe.

But given the aura and presence Atreus gives off, he definitely has more Fenrir bloodline purity than all of us. I think he might even surpass you in the future.” she stated.

Many nodded in agreement and began expressing their opinions.

”If Atreus does win the tourney, I will fully support the decision to make him the Tribe Leaderʼs successor.” said one of the oldest tribe elders.

The same sentiment was echoed by many individuals, who also affirmed their unwavering support for the cause.

At a certain point in time, all of the clan leaders were once pupils of the former tribe leader, while the tribe elders themselves had also previously held the mantle of clan leaders.

The latter group made a conscious decision to relinquish their positions in order to serve the best interests of the entire tribe.

The elderly members, with a wealth of experience and knowledge, deeply cherished and understood the importance of preserving their tribeʼs traditions, culture, heritage, and overall well-being.

Thus, a potential candidate who could safeguard the tribeʼs future was more than just a mere shadow disciple who might perish in a tournament.

However, only Romulus was privy to the truth… that irrespective of everyone elseʼs desires, his shadow disciple was destined for a path already paved for him.

His identity was so crucial that could it either revolutionize the world for the better…

Or cause its downfall.