Cthulhu Gonfalon

The battle between Lewre and Soocher was very vigorous. Their speed was terrifyingly fast. Not to mention about the commoner among the audience, where even the experienced adventurers couldn’t see their movements clearly. Their attacks possessed powerful strength, and every time their axe and arrow clashed, it would give out thundering sounds and sparks of lighting. If it wasn’t because of the strong divine power protection around the battle ring, the aftermath of their battle might cause injuries among the audience.

Dealing with such a fierce battle, the golden haired commentator that was wearing sunglasses didn’t know what to do. He could see the fight clearly, but he wasn’t the lightning speaker like Wang Yuyan from Jin Yong’s novel. The speed of him speaking would be impossible to follow the speed of them fighting. Even if he managed to, it would be useless, as the audience wouldn’t be able to hear such high speed language.

Among the battle earlier, he encountered such a situation before. Then, he would choose to comment on the parts which were breathtaking and interesting. It could be dealt with then. But in the battle between the two, there was not one instance that wasn’t interesting, and not one move that wasn’t breathtaking. He couldn’t select any exact part to explain about.

After some thinking, Sui Xiong’s troublemaking habit broke up. He might as well ignore the battle and started to recite a piece from Chu Shi Biao (included the reasons for the Northern Expeditions, as well as Zhuge Liang’s personal advice to Liu Shan on how to govern and rule the state.)

“Late emperor had yet to make a history but collapsed and died halfway, today the country splits into three, Yizhou was weary and at disadvantage, this is at the edge of danger…”

“Huh? What is he talking about?”

The audience was in discussion. They didn’t understand why the commentator that liked to bullshit but was sometimes reliable, suddenly spoke in an unknown language.

There were some mage that cast “good at knowledge” to try to understand what Sui Xiong said. But that magic could only make them understand what Sui Xiong meant, but every story and background of the article in Chu Shi Biao wouldn’t be able to be obtained from the magic. So, they were confused and lost.

People tried to ask the mages next to them, but they could only answer “I have no idea too”.

“Language that good at language skill, but still one couldn’t understand? Would it be some magic language that was profound?”

“No… It couldn’t be understood, but the meaning is hard to comprehend.” A young mage explained to his friends next to him, “He said an old king in a country died, a young new king was not reliable. The country was currently at a terrible state. The consul wanted to lead the army for expedition and fight against the powerful enemy. It seemed that there was some sort of background story to it, but I didn’t understand… Then, the consul was reminiscing about the past, when he knew the old king. He said that “back then I was only a commoner and the king promoted me, so I worked very hard”. Not sure what happened exactly, I couldn’t understand. ‘From then till now, it has already been twenty one years’.”

“… How does it relate to martial arts competition?” his friend complained.

“Maybe because of my limited magic, I interpreted it wrongly,” the young mage said, as he wasn’t confident.

Similar conversations happened in each corner of the audience seats. Many were upset that they didn’t understand what the commentator was doing.

Chu Shi Biao wasn’t long. Even Sui Xiong that transformed into a commentator tried to recite it slowly in rhythmic tone, and managed to finish it in a short while.

Then, Lewre and Soocher’s battle was still going on vigorously. Their speed didn’t slow down by one bit, and the level of interesting and breathtaking moves didn’t change by one bit.

The commentator thought and sighed. He then started to recite The Former Ode on the Red Cliffs (describing a trip that Su Shi took with his friends on the Yangtze River, which took them past the purported site of the Battle of Red Cliffs.)

“In the autumn of the fifty ninth year of the sixty years cycle, in July, Su and his friends went boating to the red wall. The breeze blew and the ripple spread across…”

“What is he talking about this time?”

“He is describing a scenery, a beautiful scenery.”

“Is he a bard?”

“… Thinking about it, he should be.”

“But how does scenery relate to martial arts?”

“… The consul wants to go for an expedition, would that be related to martial arts?”

In the sky, “Boy of Ceremony”, Javier that knew the commentator’s true identity, couldn’t help but ask curiously, “What are you talking about? The previous one had a heroic epic style, the latter one was classic in the way he described scenery… but such language, I have never heard of it before.”

Sui Xiong laughed drily and explained himself.

When everyone knew that he simply couldn’t comment on the battle, and so he figured he might as well recite a few articles, they couldn’t help but laugh. After laughing, Javier asked about the origins of the article and wanted to obtain more of such articles.

Although He wasn’t the god of art and culture, His divine power league includes art and culture. He was passionate towards art and culture, so when he came across such interesting articles and classical produce, there was no way he would let them go.

Sui Xiong thought and told him, “These articles are from another civilization in a different world. It is very complicated to explain in specifics… I really have no way to explain in detail.”

“Then… can you teach me those languages?” Javier took a step back, “It sounded like a beautiful rhythmical image, I think it’s worth learning.”

Sui Xiong didn’t mind, so he taught Javier all his knowledge about pinyin.

As god, Javier possessed a strong strength and wisdom. He only spent two hours to fully understand and master pinyin. But He still couldn’t understand the article that Sui Xiong was reciting.

Oh, after The Former Ode on the Red Cliffs, Sui Xiong was then reciting The Snake Catcher Said.

There was a very unusual kind of snake in the outskirts of Yongzhou. It was black with white stripes. Grass and shrubs would die if they got in contact with the snake. If a man was bitten by it, he would surely die, as there was no cure…”

“Auscar, my friend, things that you taught me, are not helping me to understand the article that you are reciting,” Javier complained, “I still don’t understand.”

“How could it be? My mandarin is quite accurate…” Sui Xiong said.

“I could hear every word, but I can’t understand the meaning of every word!” Javier smiled bitterly, and I know I am able to recite the article like you. But to me, they were still words that implied ambiguous meaning. My recitation was just like wiping ink in the slab stone and chopping it onto a piece of white paper. Although the content was the same, in actual fact, it didn’t help me to understand.”

Sui Xiong looked around and hesitated. In the end, he told Him embarrassedly, regarding the detailed explanation and concrete context of those articles, it involved too much knowledge and many personal privacies, so it was inconvenient to share with him as a whole. Javier wasn’t stubborn, but still sighed heavily.

“Then, can I ask you the stories behind these articles?” He asked, “You can tell me whatever that you find okay to, and those that are not okay, of course you don’t have to tell me.”

Sui Xiong immediately patted his chest and agreed. Then, he explained to Him about The Snake Catcher Said.

“This article was actually used to criticize tyranny.” He said, “The most crucial sentence was ‘Alas, to think that taxation can prove more dire than a poisonous snake’…”

“Friend, I can understand the article was criticizing despotic regime.” Javier said, “I can understand.”

“… What do you want to ask then?”

Javier sighed, he slowly inquired about the allusion and background stories that he couldn’t understand.

On the battle ring…

The commentator that finished reciting The Snake Catcher Said, hesitated and started reciting The Old Charcoal Seller…

Sui Xiong was definitely not a good student back then. Although he learned many classical poems and prose, the moment he wanted to recite, there were barely a few that he could recite completely.

He was then a little bothered. If Lewre and Soocher were to fight for too long, and he finished reciting all that he could remember, what should he do?

Unless he really wanted to learn from a chapter from the film Love On Delivery (A mild-mannered food-delivery boy takes fighting lessons to overcome an enemy and impress a pretty judo student) he needed to pick a few books randomly to read.

Then, it would be very embarrassing! Even if he was thick-skinned, he would feel awkward! Luckily, it didn’t develop to that stage, as an accident cut him off from his commentating.

About the part where he was reciting “Two riders canter up. Alas! Who can they be? Two palace heralds in the yellow jackets dressed…”, a strong aura suddenly surged from the south of main dimension and turned into gorgeous five-coloured rays before it soared into the high sky.

Then, it was followed by the jumping and shouting with joy of the root power of the world, and it was agitated unbridledly.

“Someone is promoting to god!” That instance, various gods from Thousand Worlds could sense it, many Gods were screaming out all of the sudden.

Commoners promoting to God was not something common. On average, only one in a few hundred years would this occur. With two succeeded to promote to God in a hundred years, this was considered a lot. But… from the previous time, when commoners promoted into God and the birth of the god of knowledge, it wasn’t even ten years yet!

“Unless… Has it come to the age where fate whirled and rapidly changed?” Some experienced Gods couldn’t help but feel afraid.

Although it was uncertain where the person originated from, from the level of the power source vibrating, it could be told that the person was unique! Even if that person had yet to promote to God, he would be an extremely terrifying expert!

Such a vibration and strange sight naturally affected the commoners, including the two that were in fierce battle on the ring. Every commoner couldn’t help but stop and look to the south suspiciously.

Then, a mage of the higher order from Mifata Federation suddenly woke up and cheered loudly. “It’s master Ymirjar le-Peyroux! He finally promoted to be God!”

“Corresponding with the cheer, an old but deep voice was heard. Along the agitated power of source, it reverberated in the Thousand Worlds.

“I am Ymirjar le-Peyroux, the creator and guardian of Mifata Federation, the follower of mysterious spell, the highest and strongest spellcaster. I am all spellcasters’ protector and guidance. I protect the Essenes of mysterious spell, protect the inheritance of magic, and protect the great wisdom.”

Hearing that, Wor’s facial expression suddenly changed.