Olegar VS the King of Quarrels
Olegar froze in place. Fenix took the chance to regain his balance, pulling back to regulate his breathing as much as possible.
The abnormality on Olegar's side also made the other four Dark Templars stop. They forced back the Priestess and Judgment as best they could, then returned to Olegar's side.
Olegar's condition was rather strange at the moment. Although he held the Soul Reaper Sword, and it seemed to fit him perfectly, it was almost enough to make people wonder whether Tang Xiao had forged the Soul Reaper Sword specifically for Olegar—after all, a sword hilt over a meter long was clearly too long for Tang Xiao to use.
But now, Olegar, holding the Soul Reaper Sword, seemed unable to move at all!
"What the hell are you?!" A hoarse voice suddenly rang out, exceptionally crude and utterly devoid of manners.
Everyone present looked around at once, then, as if by agreement, all turned their eyes toward the Soul Reaper Sword in Olegar's hand.
"And what the hell are you?" Olegar was clearly furious. The tremors in the air plainly conveyed his emotions.
"What am I? I am the Emperor of the Sith Empire! Founder of the Golden Age, the great Dark Lord, leader of the Valley of the Sleeping Kings, Marka Ragnos!" the voice roared. "I already told that brat Tang Xiao not to bother me! So what the hell are you doing now!?"
That string of titles left even Olegar momentarily stunned. He could tell this voice seemed to hold rather high status. Compared to it, his own title was at best Wisdom Guardian of the Asari clan? Put nicely, that was what it meant. Put bluntly, he was a librarian.
But Marka Ragnos's crude words successfully ignited Olegar's rage. He