hsntnovel Chapter 2555 Ancient Pressure 1
Chapter 2555 Ancient Pressure 1
All the knights and chiefs of their respective races felt a sudden tightness in their hearts at that moment.
They saw it.
Ling raised her eyes.
It's just this one action.
There was no emotion, no anger, and no question of "who are you" in her eyes.
She merely raised her eyes, like a biological program detecting a threatening target. That utterly blank gaze made Yi Nian, in the very instant their eyes met—
puff.
One knee, no.
He slammed both knees to the ground at the same time.
The Nightmare Clan member was forced to kneel on the ground, as if being pressed down by a mountain.
There was no warning.
There was no struggle.
He didn't even have time to raise his mental barrier, nor did he summon the projection domain of the Nightmare Sea.
He knelt down just like he was worshipping his ancestors!
The whole place was dead silent.
Do you need to know what the Nightmare Clan is?
That's a high-ranking race with a spiritual system that can even infiltrate ideologies and cause an entire city to commit suicide in its sleep.
Theoretically speaking, they are the type of beings least likely to suffer losses in the field of "mental suppression".
But what we see before us seems to be telling everyone a very cruel truth:
Before the Sword Knight, none of this counts as strength.
Ling didn't speak, didn't show any extra expression, and didn't take the opportunity to attack.
She didn't even move her fingertips; she simply looked up, confirmed that "the contact was not authorized," and then exerted her will to refuse.
This is a rule, etched into the hearts of all races three generations later.
Even today, the powerful members of the Yihen Clan still exist, and their suppression of all races has never disappeared.
The Druk gods are demons who bring destruction; the Ihen gods are gods who show mercy and protect them, and therefore cannot be violated by anyone.
The World Tree Clan representative, watching from afar, sighed softly, "...This is the terror of the Sword Knight. It's not suppression of power, but suppression of qualifications."
His words made many people of different races look even uglier.
Several races even revealed contemptuous smiles, tinged with cold schadenfreude, as they lowered their voices to mock the Nightmare Clan's thought:
"They're really courting death. Even if only a skeleton remains of the Sword Knight, not just anyone can get close to him in the material world."
"No one except those who have been approved is qualified to touch that remains."
"This sixth-generation descendant has clearly been acknowledged by her. And you? What are you?"
"You have no tact."
The taunts weren't loud, but they were enough to completely change the atmosphere.
These voices came from other high-ranking races. They had not spoken up at first, and they did not even covet Zhang Yi's possession of Ling's human form.
Because they understand that the Ishtar Sword Knights who ascended to the Aether are also Sword Knights!
After all, the one in the Ether Sea hasn't disappeared yet. And no one can even guarantee that she, as one of the most powerful beings to have ever existed in the material world, will return.
At this moment, the situation underwent a subtle but fatal shift.
Initially, everyone was only focused on Ling herself.
Now, they've started targeting Zhang Yi.
The Nightmare Clan member was still kneeling, his black mist trembling wildly, attempting to reshape his consciousness and sovereignty.
But each time the black mist churned, it was gently suppressed by Ling's gaze, like a child pressing down on an overturned bowl.
The scene was eerily quiet.
Finally, Monchi of the Abyss Clan spoke.
Unlike Yi Nian, who was directly suppressed, he always stood upright.
He remained silent and still, calmly observing everything. Only then did he raise his eyes and stare at Zhang Yi.
His tone lacked both shock and a smile; it carried only a chilling sense of entitlement.
"I see."
"The remains of the Sword Knights only acknowledge your existence. We also observed that mass ascension event; you were chosen by the Izan race."
"No wonder he has such potential, growing to this level in just five short years!"
He was stating an observation rather than praising anyone.
Then, he said the sentence that instantly ignited the entire audience:
“Of course we can’t bypass you to control the Sword Knight. But controlling you is the same as controlling her, isn’t it?”
Upon hearing this, almost all the human representatives changed color simultaneously.
Morgan's face turned pale, and he grabbed the edge of the table for support.
King Arthur's hand was on the hilt of his sword, his knuckles taut like stone.
Saladin's face darkened considerably, his gaze fixed coldly on Monchi.
They were on guard that the representatives of all races might attack Zhang Yi because they wanted to gain control of Ling's human form!
But the problem is: they weren't the only ones there!
There are also representatives of many ancient races.
Some groups that had remained silent until now had their eyes light up when they heard the statement, "Controlling Zhang Yi is the same as controlling the remnant of the Sword Knight."
That wasn't greed in the ordinary sense, but a kind of fanaticism akin to "finding a sacred artifact."
They want Ling.
But they also understood that Ling's level of power couldn't be addressed through conventional contracts or exchanges of benefits.
So what is a shortcut?
—Take down Zhang Yi.
He is the key to unlocking the treasure!
In an instant, many eyes were on them.
That kind of gaze is hard to describe.
There were no flashes of swords, nor any energy fluctuations.
However, those races began to have their own thoughts and started to calculate the costs and benefits.
These thoughts themselves were like a row of blades aimed at Zhang Yi from all directions.
Some people have even stopped hiding it.
"Lord Chaos."
One representative stated directly: "We have no malicious intent. However, the remains of the Sword Knight are a resource at the level of the entire civilization; logically, they should belong to the research of all intelligent races, not be privately hoarded."
"Your personal possession is probably inappropriate."
"Yes."
Another voice said coldly, "We all acknowledge your combat prowess. But possessing a relic of this level alone inevitably raises questions. Which chair do you intend to sit in the next era?"
“If you refuse to share, then we have to suspect that your union with that remains is itself a threat to all races!”
You said one thing, I said another, and the words got uglier and uglier.
These ethnic groups maintain the facade of "negotiation" on the surface, even using a false sense of gentleness that suggests "we are reasonable."
But even ordinary people could sense that underlying aggressive intent.
This is not a request.
This is the kind of tone that says, "This is the last time I'll give you a decent answer."
Monchi of the Abyss Clan did not participate in the groundwork laid by these words; he did not need to.
He simply raised his hand slightly and made a very subtle gesture.
The entire land suddenly felt as if it were being held down by some invisible structure, with a feeling of pressure coming from all directions.
That power was unlike any power ever displayed by any other race before.
It's not like the pure muscle and speed domination of the Celestials, nor like the storms and thunder the Celestials wield, nor like the timelines distorted by the Titans. It's more like—a deep sea, turned upside down!