Chapter 430 Speech of the Overlord
Chapter 428 of "Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem" kicks off with thrilling moments: It wasn't kindness, politics, luck, or anything similarly complex phenomenon that had brought this man... Read more!
It wasn't kindness, politics, luck, or anything similarly complex phenomenon that had brought this man here. It was just sheer, raw power. He was stronger than anyone in this place, so he took control. As simple as that.With each step he took toward the skies, the air seemed to grow heavier as the oppressive weight of his presence descended into the crowd below. When he reached a height where everyone could see him clearly, he stopped and stood tall against the vast blue sky. He parted his arms to the sides, bringing the saber and the chain along.
"My name is Quinlan Noir, your new ruler. I'm sure you're all wondering why I invaded this stronghold, and most importantly, what will your future look like. The answer to the first question is that I could, and I wanted to make the assets of the Wraithclaws mine, as well as try my hand at leadership. I firmly believe that I will prove to be a greater leader than King Alexios. The answer to the second question is simple. We will start over."
"" The man, evidently called Lord Quinlan, gestured with his hand and an otherworldly doorway materialized on the ground beneath him, on the wall of a building. It swirled ominously and Cela already knew no one would willingly step through that thing. The man wasn't bothered by their numerous gasps and shouts at the sight and continued.
"This dimensional portal leads to the place where your new home will be. Yes, all of you will be moving to a whole new place. Why you ask? Because this 'hidden' valley is not hidden at all. I could easily find it within a few dozen minutes of
The man of course refused. The overlord in the sky wasn't to be disheartened, though, as he shouted only two words in the next moment. "Soldiers! March!"
Loud gulping ensued by hundreds of unwilling combatants. It seemed that they knew there was no going back as in the end they very reluctantly formed a line and began stepping through. "Pick the pace up!" He shouted and the slow walk was upgraded to a proper jog as teary soldiers said their goodbyes to life and started praying to the Goddess. Once the last combatants disappeared, Lord Quinlan descended from the skies and followed after them, leaving the masses questioning what was going on. Why did he go in?
Cela quickly got her answer when about twenty soldiers whose faces were well known since they were high up in the Wraithclaw pecking order came back and their faces did a complete 180. They were wide-eyed not from fright but from shock. "This place is beautiful! Lord Quinlan didn't lie!"
Each of them voiced similar opinions.
A voice suddenly spoke up, Cela didn't see the speaker, but it was a female. "Okay, people, time to get a move on. Those of you who want to see the new home can go through, those that would rather begin packing may do as well. However, make no mistake. You will each be going over at the end of the three-day deadline. Your opinion about the matter matters little. Anyone who tries to flee will be hunted down by a squad of elven rangers."
Cela gulped similarly to the soldiers but the impulses were too strong. She wanted to see. No, she needed to see. "Gabor, can you watch my son?" She asked to the man next to her. If it was a trap her son would at least be safe.
"You're going through?! Gabor asked with disbelief, but Cela wasn't very interested in having this conversation so she took her son off her shoulders and handed it to a man. She said goodbye with a hug and a kiss, and was the first civilian to step through.
She froze in her tracks as soon as her eyelids parted. This was no cruel ploy. It was...
Paradise.