Infinite Dimension Physique: Rise of The Lustful Devil-Chapter 221: Declaration

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After a few hours, Ophelia’s eyes finally fluttered open. Opening her blurry eyes, she saw a faint silhouette of a jug and a face.

A second later, she finally snapped her eyes open and looked at Rahu.

"R-Rahu!? Did I fall asleep?"

She asked in a cooing tone, her silver hair was all over his body.

"Indeed, and now, I can’t feel my legs anymore," Rahu sighed and shook his chest. Taking another gulp of the alcohol.

"Hmph, jerk."

She punched his broad chest lightly with a pout forming on the corner of her lips... unbefitting of a woman who has lived for so long.

"Alright, enough of this. Let’s get down to business."

Rahu suddenly spoke; his voice calmed down the woman in his arms.

Looking into her eyes, he opened his mouth, "How would you fare against the Ravencars?"

He asked flatly; there was no hesitation in his voice.

"If I do it alone...I don’t think I can subdue them. Even with the help of other Elders," After thinking a bit, she spoke.

From his tone alone, she could guess that he didn’t want to kill the Ravencars...but subdue them.

Even with her absurd strength and experience... There, she could, at most, take on two Divine Spark Realm experts. She knew her limits clearly and never overstepped.

"Hmm, I see. That’s good then," Rahu’s lips curled ever so slightly.

"Make an announcement, from tomorrow onward. The Divine Sword Sect would no longer work under the Empire’s jurisdiction. The territories and resources owned by it will entirely belong to them."

Ophelia’s eyes widened slightly when she heard his words. This man...she should have really used her divine sense and peered into his balls earlier. To make sure they weren’t made of some otherworldly material that boosted this man’s arrogance.

"Yes, I know it’s absurd. But don’t worry. Just do as I said. Let me handle the rest."

Rahu spoke. Earlier, his woman had told him to either lay low for at least a year and then go to Solterra to begin his conquest.

But he had disagreed; it was outright foolish to ignore the land which he was familiar with and go to an entirely unknown land to begin.

Looking at her eyes, Rahu once again spoke. "Ophelia, do not treat the Holy Sun Empire as if it were the final goal of our objective. No, it’s merely the beginning. The true giants reside in the other two worlds."

By no means was the Holy Sun Continent weak; in fact, it was the opposite. The forces and quality of the cultivators were top-notch.

"...It shall be done."

A few minutes later, Ophelia replied. A smile couldn’t help but stretch her lips. After so long, finally, there was some spark in her boring life.

"Good, and that’s just the beginning. After the declaration, launch an attack on the Ravencars."

"H-Huh!?"

...

The following day, an announcement was made that shook the entire continent. The Divine Sword Sect, one of the core integrals of the Holy Sun Empire, had made an incredibly bold announcement.

The cultivators were left speechless and horrified at the news.

The Divine Sect had declared that they would no longer serve the Holy Sun Empire and had taken a stand to establish themselves as a separate entity.

This news was earth-shaking, because, since the very beginning. The Divine Sword Sect had always been a part of the Holy Sun continent, from Dusk till Dawn.

And even worse was that they had declared in their announcement that the territories and resources owned by the Divine Sword Sect were solely theirs.

Arrogant...this word echoed inside every present cultivator.

The reaction was almost immediate; thousands of spies and assassins moved through the continent.

The market dropped, and the prices hiked. Because of one thing...War.

A war was coming; there was no way the Holy Sun Empire would take this insult smilingly.

The very next day...another piece of information broke.

The Divine Sword Sect had launched an assault on the House Ravencar! The single sentence spread like wildfire, faster than any plague or a baseless rumour.

Shock, disbelief, then...fear.

After all, House Raven was not some minor power that could be trampled at any given time. They were one of the founding pillars of the Holy Sun Empire, their roots tracing back tens of thousands of years.

Their influence was immense, stretching across countless territories; innumerable forces under their command.

And to attack them directly...it was no longer a rebellion.

This was outright provocation.

A declaration of war.

Across the south-west, Varkos heard about these pieces of information.

"What the fuck!? Did that bitch finally go senile with her old age?"

He began pacing back and forth.

"Madness! Utter Madness! Does Ophelia truly believe she could go against the entire Empire!? This is outright suicide."

"You! Come over here and send this letter ASAP!"

...

Within the Imperial capital of the Empire, the atmosphere was incredibly heavy...it was almost suffocating!

Messengers rushed through the golden hall, their footsteps echoing urgently.

The Elders of the Empire sat across the room with gloomy faces. Even one of them was enough to wipe out thousands of cultivators.

But it was nothing compared to the killing intent released by the being sitting high on the throne.

"...Ophelia, what are you up to now?"

The being waved its hand, and a scroll materialised in front of her. Throwing it down below, a messenger hurriedly caught it.

"Go, deliver it to her."

Meanwhile,

At the borders of the House Ravencar’s territory, the ground itself trembled. Thousands of sword cultivators marched forward, their blades gleaming sharply in their hands.

Their auras were sharp and unified as they glanced at the territory ahead of them.

At the very front stood Tristan Blade.

The overwhelming pressure emitted by him was twisting the air itself.

Opposite to them, several middle-aged men and women materialized. One particular robust man stepped forward and shouted.

"Divine Sword Sect, what is the meaning of this!!? Why are you attacking us, The Ravencars!!?"

He hissed in anger, but what moved wasn’t Tristan’s mouth...but his blade.

KRRRNCH!!

Tristan’s eyes were hollow, as if possessed by something else. The moment he unsheathed his blade, the middle-aged man’s hand was severed in an instant.

"!!!"

"FUCKERS!! CALL THE REINFORCEMENTS"