A Man Like None Other And The Man Decree

Decanus looked at the silent crowd, a cold smirk playing on his lips.

“Does Allardland have anyone who could fight?

Send someone capable out. Are you lot looking down on me that you sent some Tom, Dick, and Harry to deal with me? Where’s your king? Send someone with some power out here.”

His words were like poisonous needles, injecting pain into every subject of Allardland.

Allardland had existed for thousands of years and boasted a population of millions, but it was then being trampled underfoot by a mere teenager, with no one daring to utter a word in protest.

“Why have the celestials, who are beyond arrogant and view all beings as mere ants, now come to show off in the insignificant Ethereal Realm? Doesn’t this mean that the celestials have fallen and could only resort to flaunting their might in some low-plane realms?”

A voice slowly echoed from the surrounding rubble. Following a series of sounds of crumbling debris, a man in tattered clothes and looking no better than a beggar rose to his feet.

The man was clad from head to toe in patched clothes. His hair was a disheveled and dry mess, laden with copious amounts of dust and obscured most of his face.

it to support

the beggar who

one recognized him. However,

of celestials. Yet, he doesn’t appear to be an Ethereal Realm cultivator. Perhaps he’s a celestial

promptly cried out, suddenly

hearing the word grand protector, everyone from Allardland was taken aback. Then, they

quickly asked,

be aware of this, Mr. Chance, but this grand protector is the savior of Allardland. Even now, we have Grand Protector Hall here, built to commemorate him. Back during the Celestial Battle, Allardland suffered a devastating blow. Fortunately, a celestial lord intervened, preserving a part of the country’s foundation that we managed to develop Allardland to its current state today.

tell for sure that the beggar

attention to the citizens of Allardland kneeling before him. Instead, his eyes

had no idea why the

recognize this old fart when he looks so

man, Mr. Vermilion?” Jared

Leonidas, but everyone refers to him as Master Leonidas. I’ve met him a