I Can Copy And Evolve Talents

Chapter 1032: The Enigmatic Ilitis

“This is rather shocking… I thought, so you are the leader of Ilitis?”

Zeek’s glasses were still down, studying the gentleman with doubting eyes.

Ilitis merely smiled softly.

“Leader? Perhaps it would be fitting to say I am a leader of myself, but I am not. The Void Lord is. I am merely a name bearing the name Ilitis.”

Zeek winced and tilted his head back.

The spiky red-haired guy, Rex, spoke.

“So you’re saying it’s just you. The rumored Ilitis is just you?”

Ilitis nodded.

“There’s never been an organization.”

Zeek yanked on his hair like he was going to go insane.

“Yooo, that is so crazy! How do you pull it off? How do you know the things you do? How come you surpass several renowned information organizations when it’s just you?”

Ilitis chuckled softly.

“It wouldn’t be wise of me to reveal the secret of my trade now, would it?”

Zeek nodded in acceptance, frowning a little.

“True, true…”

All the elites were thrown into disorder as they tried to comprehend the enigmatic human standing before them.

Others whispered to each other, confused as to who or what Ilitis was and why everyone was freaking out.

Thalen exhaled and clapped once.

Immediately, the atmosphere fell silent—all of them turned to him.

All of them except Gourdon, who simply sat on the ground and crossed his legs. He leaned his head on one hand.

“Hey Thalen, what exactly is going on?”

Thalen looked toward Gourdon’s direction and sighed. He didn’t seem to care about the young man’s disorderly nature or actions.

“It’s a disaster… It’s no news that we will soon be under attack, but what to expect—I can’t tell you enough. What we do know is that we are going to be attacked by an allied army of monsters and men.”

The air shifted ominously.

Despite the fact that his golden hair was shrouding his eyes, a cold light could be seen from somewhere within the strands.

He said in a flat tone.

“Oh. That is bad news…”

Thalen nodded subtly.

“Bad news indeed, friend.”

Zeek was furious.

“And it makes no sense either. Why would humans ally with monsters?”

Ilitis responded to that.

“We suspect the involvement of a Tyrant in this.”

At once, the air grew even darker.

Zeek’s speech broke.

“A T…T—Tyrant?”

Lira, the Phantom Lady, whispered to her friend.

“Hey, Nova, aren’t Tyrants supposed to be super strong? Like beyond Zenith strong?”

The Queen of Boom responded with a sharp tone.

“Obviously.”

Sael of the White String spoke next—with a very gentle tone, but firm and resolute.

“Master Ilitis, please do not mind our slovenly state. Did you really say Tyrant? A Tyrant, aside from the fact that they are an existence that shouldn’t be in this world—I think it is fair to say a Tyrant is as strong as a Zenith.

“But we can’t even be accurate because there has never been a Zenith since the birth of drifters.”

Ilitis nodded.

“You are very right, Master Sael. A Tyrant is stronger than a Zenith. But as to your other statement, while it is arguable, I prefer to remain silent.”

Sael frowned slightly.

“I would have loved to urge you not to, but I presume that would be time-wasting?”

Ilitis nodded, with a gentlemanly smile.

Gourdon clicked his tongue, continuing with a flat, humorless tone.

“A Tyrant pulling strings, huh? Then it makes sense how monsters are allied with humans. The rifts and their environment have shown us the monstrosity of the Tyrants and Origins. Every renowned Drifter knows that those lot are a forsaken existence—they seized power itself and perverted it. If one of them is devising a plot against us, aren’t we practically being violated? It might take the entire Continent to stop whatever this is.”

Ilitis nodded lightly.

“Lord Gourdon is correct. This is merely a process. What they hope to achieve will soon be fulfilled. And the entire Central Plains need to come together to defend against this disaster, or else, it could collapse.”

The Marked Blade, Zaire, chuckled lightly. He said slowly with a cold voice:

“At least we are sure a powerhouse won’t watch its continent collapse.”

Zeek glanced at him.

“The Empire? Are you talking about the Empire?”

For the first time, Zahir spoke, his voice low and velvet smooth.

“You are wrong. Reimgard does not care. They are a world that exists independently. Unless they are affected, they will not interfere.”

Zaire hesitated.

“But there is no way the destruction of the Central Plains doesn’t concern them.”

Zahir was the tallest in the room, so his gaze was always cast down at everyone. Not to mention the coldness that emanated from his eyes—people hesitated to speak to him because it was difficult to know when he was displeased and when he was not.

Besides, he was incredibly strong and unbounded by morals. Associating with him was simply wishing to be killed one day if you made a foolish mistake—which he wouldn’t perceive as foolish because of his antisocial nature.

“If the enemy is smart, they are probably making plans that will not affect Reimgard. If they are, that means the Tyrant is not as strong as one should be…”

He paused and slowly shifted his haunting gaze.

“The Tyrant is weakened. If they weren’t, there’d be no need for an army.”

Ilitis thought deeply about what the man said, then subtly shook his head.

“Hmm, while Lord Zahir could be right, I think that is not enough of a standard to judge the strength of the enemy. One thing I do know perfectly well is that this large-scale war is all a part of his plan.”

He looked at them and continued.

“I am hoping that when my master comes, I will get a full understanding of the matter. Even I am faced against a wall as tall as the academy’s.”

“Oh oh?”

Gourdon chuckled lightly.

“It is difficult to imagine a man of your caliber with a master.”

Thalen grinned.

“I thought so too. But do you know what is even more astonishing?”

Gourdon tilted his head.

“I didn’t care half a second ago, but with how excited you sound, I am curious to find out.”

Thalen grinned even wider.

“His master is a member of our Citadel.”

The air went dead silent.