Chapter 269

This is because hunters and prey often switch roles, and skilled hunters often appear as the prey.

The "Hunter Path" alone is insufficient to determine which ruler Arjuna truly revered.

The intense sense of revenge clearly reveals Canlang's identity—revenge, ruthless revenge, a revenge vow to destroy everything.

Even if the city-state is slaughtered, and the enemy's civilization and people are destroyed, this hatred cannot be extinguished. Their corpses must be desecrated and torn apart, and the land where they lived must be completely defiled and destroyed... Only the most complete nothingness can dull this hatred.

This was undoubtedly Eris's guidance.

Hebe watched coldly from the sidelines.

She was testing not only Eris, but also the wolves, and even more so, the privates.

The conflict between the February Archon and August Archon transcends civilization and history, but the spiral of their conflict is also a source of power.

It's like stepping on your right foot with your left foot and spiraling upwards.

If the arrival of the Celestial Flint hadn't interrupted this process, perhaps Hebe wouldn't have found a peaceful world upon opening her eyes after transmigrating, but rather the scarred ruins of trenches.

Hebe didn't know what the private was thinking, but if He was going to do something, this was His only chance.

Just as Hebe was thinking, the stalemate on the field was finally broken.

It's the Black Princess.

Parvati's voice was sharp. "This young talent is undoubtedly a hero sent from heaven! I will choose him as my husband!"

Arjuna ...

Drona's gaze was complex.

"I'm sorry, teacher—"

Arjuna still did not put down his bow and arrow, saying, "I have reasons to do this."

You don't need to call me teacher.

Drona said, "I didn't teach you anything; your current power comes entirely from yourself."

"Karna, Ashvasena, Ekalavya, let's go."

Drona shook his head and actually rode back.

Arjuna gazed at his teacher's retreating figure, drawing his bow several times only to put it down again.

There's no need to do that. He told himself.

However, if it were Karna, everything would be a different story.

Arjuna turned around and met the gaze of Parvati, who stood on the high platform with bright, beautiful eyes.

The latter was secretly pleased—at least Arjuna was handsome, had a tall and upright figure, and had demonstrated outstanding martial prowess.

He's a good choice as a husband.

The two exchanged glances across the high platform, naturally becoming more and more satisfied with each look. The Black Princess turned her head, wanting the puppet King Wooden Pillar to pronounce the verdict, but when she turned back, her face had lost all color.

—A small arrow is stuck in the throat of the King Wooden Pillar, who has been dead for some time.

No wonder Drona left; he had already achieved his goal!

At this time, Kunti was unaware that his son was about to become the new king of the Panchala Kingdom.

Arjuna never told his mother that all of this was Krishna's scheme.

For Kunti, the five children were completely equal; they shared food, clothing, and even wealth and luxury.

It seems that in this way, she can numb herself of the debt and regret she owes to Karna.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look at Krishna: "Wise one from the Yadu Clan, I am deeply perplexed. The source of all hatred in this world is unfair treatment. If I can treat everyone equally, will I be able to avoid making mistakes?"

"Of course, Mrs. Kunti."

Krishna replied, "Absolute equality, though harsh, is better than ignoring it and going with the flow."

Krishna rose from the fire, picked up the incense beside him, and threw it into the fire, watching it sizzle in the flames.

"If I only have one piece of bread in my hand, and everyone is starving."

Krishna's voice was calm. "If I give it to one person alone, he will be satisfied, but others will not be."

"Madame Kunti, what should you have done in this situation?"

"I can only break the pie in half and divide it equally among everyone."

"Kunti said."

"Then no one will be able to get enough to eat."

Krishna replied, "And I also suspect you—that you may be hoarding more bread."

Kunti was speechless.

"For you, there is only one way out."

Krishna's voice was somewhat cold. "That is to put the bread into the sacrificial fire and offer it to the gods in the name of sacrifice, so that even if everyone has to go hungry, it is better than 'injustice'."

"It may not suit everyone's taste, but it can't be wrong."

A look of hesitation and retreat appeared on Kunti's face.

But these expressions were eventually replaced by determination.

"The wise man of the Yadu Clan, you are absolutely right."

Kunti clasped his hands together and swore an oath before the sacrificial fire, "I will never again let the tragedy of Karna be repeated among the children of Pandavas—I swear, whatever they gain, I will make them share it equally among themselves..."

As Kunti swore, the flames flickered and rose higher and higher.

Inside the thatched hut, Kunti stared intently at the flames.

There was no Krishna at all; she had only ever been sitting by the fire.

Just then, Bhima's joyful voice came from outside the thatched hut. "Mother, I'm back! Hurry to the royal city! You'll never believe what treasures we've obtained."

The room was filled with the smoke from burning hallucinogenic drugs, causing all sorts of hallucinations to appear before one's eyes.

Kunti was helped up from the fire in a daze.

She could see the face of the Bhima flickering in front of her, but she couldn't hear what he was saying.

Supported by her son, Kunti walked for an unknown distance.

Although the Bhima also embarked on the Path of Ascension, Kunti was just an ordinary person.

Seeing his mother exhausted, Bhima immediately helped her to rest under a tree by the roadside.

This is a very large Bodhi Tree, and there seems to be another person sitting under it.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the person sitting under the tree was a girl with long flaxen hair.

She was wearing a grass-green dress with four-leaf clovers and vine patterns on the cuffs and hem, and she sat on the grass with her legs outstretched and barefoot.

Her slender, bare feet swayed like lotus flowers wet with dew after the rain, her fair toes like tender lotus seeds clustered at her toes, adding an elegant beauty to her already graceful appearance.

But what's most unforgettable are her deep green eyes.

"Child, where are your family?"

"Kunti asked."

Hebe's lips trembled slightly, clearly because she was a little overwhelmed by Kunti's question.

Do I really look like a little girl who ran away from home?

She sighed. "They're not here."

Although it was just a soft sigh, both Kunti and Bhima felt a surge of sadness involuntarily.

So Kunti insisted on taking Hebe with him.

"I'm waiting for someone."

"Hebe said."

Kama was not by her side at the moment, but had returned to the village outside the mountain to mobilize with Princess Anba.

She herself waited for Karna by the roadside.

"Come with us."

It's unclear what Kunti and Bhima were imagining, but after hearing Hebe's words, their faces showed even more pity, sorrow, and grief.

"?"

Hebe hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped herself.

Could it be that... in their eyes, I am a pitiful child who met with misfortune on the way, whose family died tragically, and who now waits foolishly under a tree by the roadside for family members who will never return?

Hebe's eye twitched.

"Alright, since you've all said so, I'll travel with you for a while."

With Eris losing its greatest asset, the initiative between the two sides has shifted.

Now, it is no longer Hebe who dies in the light, but Eris, Krishna —the latter would never dare to appear before Hebe.

In fact, Hebe was also very curious. Because Eris's reaction was just too... indifferent.

Even if he was forced to downgrade, he should have been able to see that he was in an extremely passive position.

If this trend continues, Krishna will eventually run out of cards to play.

Where else could he go in this Lostbelt?

Hebe was lost in thought when, without realizing it, he had returned to the Panchala Kingdom.

The sudden death of the King Wooden Pillar caused some disturbance, but to be honest, the impact was not significant.

This is because even the King Wooden Pillar himself wasn't very confident that he could survive in Drona's hands.

So although he followed Krishna's instructions and held the sacrifice and the marriage selection ceremony, he also secretly made a series of arrangements.

These arrangements, in turn, were used by Krishna to ensure the excess of power.

The same applies to those nobles who were twisted and trampled to death by Hebe.

If Brahmin master supreme wisdom through years of ascetic practice to precisely commit evil deeds, then Kshatriya frantically train themselves to enhance their fighting power and then do evil deeds based on instinct; while the untouchables are blind and foolish, acting inexplicably, either incited by others or suddenly struck by inspiration to do evil.

Hebe stood at the door with his hands behind his back, watching Arjuna run out happily, and thought listlessly.

Surely the Black Princess can't marry five men this time too, can she?

"Mother! You'll never guess what 'reward' I received!"

Arjuna deliberately keeping everyone in suspense.

"Whatever you get, you must share it equally with your brothers."

Kunti answered.

"?"

Now it was Arjuna's turn to freeze.

"Mother, you mean this fiefdom?"

Arjuna spoke with a troubled expression.

"This country belongs to you now?"

"By Brahma above, may the heavens protect us! If you have anything else good, bring it out and share it with the brothers!" Kunti exclaimed with delight.

Arjuna's face turned pale. "Mother... you're not joking, are you!"

"I was granted this country because I married the Black Princess through my own abilities... You want me to share the land, no problem, but how can my wife be shared with my brothers?!"

Why didn't you say so sooner?!

Kunti reacted even more strongly than him, "But I have already made a vow by the fire."

"What oath?"

Kunti then revealed his vow in its entirety.

The sound of breaking glass came from outside the door. Arjuna seemed to sense something and quickly opened the door, where he saw Parvati standing there with a pale face.