Tempest of the Battlefield
chapter-429

Chapter 429: Enter Valhalla

Translator: Oneshotwonder Editor: Hitesh_

Ma Xiaoru's face lit up with glee, "The world would be a better place if everyone thought like you. Whatever you decide to do, I will always be with you."

Wang Tong held onto Ma Xiaoru's hand and felt grateful for having such an understanding fiancé.

"Thank you for saying that. It means a lot to me."

"There's no need to worry about it right now. A lot of your questions will be answered inside the Hall of Valhalla. Don't forget about Mr. Wannabe. "

"You bet! He is my priority. I thought my life was miserable, but every time I think of you, Old Fart, and Mr. Wannabe, I feel there is really nothing to complain about."

"Let me guess...your life will be perfect if Li Feng didn't give you the title of the savior?"

"Haha, you know me the best. I felt that Li Shiming was a better fit for that role than me. He loves to be the one that's calling the shots, and knows how to handle responsibilities. Although Michaux and Patroclus are both capable of taking up the challenge, they don't seem to care about the world as much as Li Shiming does."

"Nailed it. Michaux cares only about his cultivation, and Patroclus... Dad used to tell me to never trust a Dower." Ma Xiaoru had hit the mark. Three centuries ago, Rilangalos had hidden among the earthlings for ten years to destroy the entire human fleet in a blink. But in the end, he switched sides again and aided Li Feng.

In the three hundred years that followed, the Dower had many opportunities to dominate the world when the other factions were tangled in in-fighting, but they never did. Their quietness, however, did not amount to lack of ambitions, as they maintained a tight grip on many aspects of Confederation's politics.

As for Patroclus, he had caught people off guard countless times. Not only had he allowed Wang Tong seven days to recuperate, but he had also passed up many opportunities to finish Wang Tong during the battle. The nonchalant and carefree appearance carefully eclipsed the seemingly self-contradicting motivations. Unlike Patroclus, Li Shiming was much easier to read; he never hid his real ambitions.

"Ah... Why did they have to make things so complicated? Be like me and don't hide anything. I just want to be a fleet captain and marry you and have kids while we are still young. Haha!"

"Who said I want to have kids with you?" Ma Xiaoru hurried to pick up a meatball and forced it into Wang Tong's mouth like jamming a stopper into the wine battle.

The two talked and laughed, painting a rare picture of happiness during this brief moment of respite.

It had been a while since the Templar's court had seen so many visitors, and everyone eagerly waited for the opening of the Hall of Valhalla. For most people, this could be the only chance in their life to step into the sacred hall that held the most important secrets of mankind.

Zhou Sisi had also arrived at the court a few days after Wang Tong. She was accompanied by core members of the S club. Although they were not supposed to be there since she didn't make it into the final, Wang Tong had invited them to enter the court. It caught Wang Tong by surprise how Old Fart had quickly accepted his request, which made him sense the convenience of having his new title.

"Sh*t! Boss, is this your hood?" Karl gawked at the exuberant city and asked. Since they were Wang Tong's friends, the court had rolled out the red carpet for them.

"I have never thought that I would come to this place one day."

"Just saw some disciples during their training session. It was brutal!"

"Of course, this is where all the badasses are. We are badasses too now! "

"Where is Hu Yangxuan?" Karl asked.

"He has old friends here, must be with them. You won't find Cao Yi and Apache either. One is busy recording everything, and the other…fighting."

"You should join me the day after tomorrow at the opening of the Hall." Wang Tong asked.

"Are we qualified?" Zhen Zhong asked in disbelief.

"Of course, I make the rules here. It's all about luck anyway."

"Mwahahaha! This is it! That will be my time to shine! I can feel it! " Karl shouted hysterically despite his friends' eye-rolling.

"Me too?" Rumi pointed at herself sheepishly.

"Why not? You never know, you could be the chosen one!" Wang Tong beamed from side to side.

Rumi blushed. "Ok, I will give it a try."

To the Templars, the guardians of the Hall, no other day held more significance than the day of Hall-Opening. This was the third time the Hall had opened to the outside world during the court's three hundred years of history. The number of people attending the event was unprecedented. In addition to the young warriors from the tournament, the grand master had also called back hundreds of disciples scattered around different galaxies.

The Templar masters were in white robes, chanting an archaic verse at the top of the long stairs that abruptly ended at an altar. At the bottom of the stairs stood hundreds of anticipating warriors.

"Ah...It's too hot! Start already!" Karl wiped the sweat off his forehead as he complained.

"Shut up, Karl!" Zhou Sisi refuted.

Wang Tong cracked a smiled and said, "The proceeding is quite onerous. I almost feel sorry for those old bones up there." Wang Tong also wondered how the Hall of Valhalla was going to appear out of thin air.

Patroclus waited quietly with a half-bored, half-arrogant look. On the other hand, Lie Jian was jumping up and down, unable to control his burgeoning anticipation.

As the master's chanting ended on a high note, the grand master stepped forward and secured a sizeable golden emblem into a perfectly-fit slot on the statue of the Blade Warrior.

The sky answered with a rumbling, and the din ushered in dark clouds. As more distant rumblings joined the carol, the daylight disappeared, and dark impenetrable clouds smothered the sun. Suddenly, a flash of bright light tore an opening in the shadows, revealing a gate-like structure.

Basking under the sun, the gate looked magnificent. The Templar masters' overwrought faces finally relaxed, and some of them sighed out in a profound relief.

Wang Tong was amused by the elaborated ceremony and the intense look on the masters' faces.

The gate cracked open slowly and steadily.

As light poured out from the other side, all the Templars and their disciples kneeled before it. This was an old-fashioned miracle in the age of advanced science. Many were stunned by the perplexing development. Did gods really exist?

As the light rained down from the sky and fell on Wang Tong, he felt his body being lifted, and he actually was. The light guided his body as he floated closer to the gate.

The masters had anticipated this, since Wang Tong was supposed to be the heir of the Blade Warrior. The grand master watched Wang Tong with a solemn face; he knew the boy was about to embark on a treacherous path.