Chapter 121: Goddess Arrival
Roca was fleeing frantically within the Sealed City like a headless fly.
“It’s all over, all over!”
From the moment the Empress shattered the Old Alliance’s Blood Sacrifice with a single punch, Roca had been utterly doomed. He was like a dying man in his final throes, trying to do something to save himself, but deep down, he knew it was futile.
If the Blood Sacrifice had succeeded, he might have hoped for the ‘Old Alliance’ people to save him. But now, with the obvious failure, he was of no value anymore, especially after having offended the Empress. He was undoubtedly abandoned.
And just then…
“Boss Roca! Boss!” Suddenly, a call pulled Roca back from his panic.
Turning around, he saw a fellow Wolf beastman, his subordinate, waving at him excitedly amidst the chaos of the blasted streets, reflecting the flames.
As the man jogged over, Roca recognized him as one of his underlings.
‘What do he want at a time like this?’
‘Didn’t he see everything was finished?’
Roca initially wanted to ignore this idiot, but the next words caught his attention.
“Boss! I just found a human couple and their child!”
‘A human couple and their child?’
‘What nonsense! ‘
But what the subordinate said next made Roca turn back immediately.
“I recognized them, Boss! They’re the humans who helped the revolutionaries, the ones pretending to be slave traders but actually sheltering demi-human slaves!”
“What? Are you sure you’re not mistaken?”
“No mistake, Boss! They are still sheltering refugees. Just come with me, you’ll see!”
This revelation brought a series of images to Roca’s mind.
If it wasn’t for that Cat girl Ashe, getting involved with the young noble, his long-prepared plan wouldn’t have failed!
‘Yes, that’s right!’
‘It was all that Cat girl’s fault, the fault of those revolutionary frogs in the well!’
‘Now that I am going to die anyway, why not take revenge on others, and I can still target that damned human!’
Even if he was going to hell, he had to drag a few more down with him!
Was it the Miasma in the Sealed City affecting him, or something else? Roca’s mind was now filled with a desire for vengeance.
“Lead the way! Quickly! Take me to that damned human! I want him to taste the pain of losing something important! I want him to see what he’s really been helping!”
“Right away, Boss!”
The two Wolf demi-humans moved swiftly amid the chaos of the streets, where explosions and debris were everywhere, and everyone was trying to escape. Their presence went unnoticed.
Led by his subordinate, Roca quickly arrived at an entrance resembling a basement. At the entrance, a merchant-like human was urging refugees to seek shelter inside the basement, offering protection from the chaos engulfing the city. Among the refugees were both demi-humans and humans. 𝘪𝘳.𝘤𝑜
Roca immediately recognized him.
‘Yes, it was him…’
‘Roland!’
‘The human supporter of the revolutionary army!’
A cruel smile formed on Roca’s lips, especially when he saw Roland’s wife and daughter beside him.
“Roland, it’s too dangerous now. It’s about time we go hide too!” urged Roland’s wife.
“It’s alright, my dear. You take Yaya and go ahead. I’ll stay a bit longer. Every person we can save matters!”
The current chaos in the Sealed City was just the beginning. The Miasma was the real threat, affecting everyone, driving them to madness and monster, awakening the darkness within. There were already numerous crazed individuals hurting others on the streets.
Roland had opened his warehouse basement as a shelter to protect people from the mobs. Perhaps because of his faith in the church, the Miasma spreading through the city seemed not to affect them, and the area also had a miraculous effect in purifying the pollution.
“No! I won’t go back! Yaya wants to stay with Daddy! Yaya wants to help everyone, just like the goddesses in the stories you tell me!” exclaimed the little girl Yaya by her mother’s side. Holding a megaphone, her voice hoarse from shouting, she continued to broadcast about the shelter, urging those who heard to come for protection.
“Daddy, look! Yaya has called more demi-human brothers!” Yaya excitedly pointed at Roca and his subordinate approaching, tugging at Roland’s clothes and calling out, “Demi-human brothers! Over here! Come to this side!”
When Roland turned to look, he didn’t recognize Roca, but being experienced, he immediately sensed something was off with Roca.
Roland’s expression changed, a bad felling rising in his heart, especially upon seeing the evil smile on Roca’s lips and the brutal intent in the Wolf demi-human’s eyes. He shouted out in alarm.
“Go back! Quick! Run back to the basement and lock the door!”
Before Roland could finish urging the mother and daughter to escape, Roca had already leaped forward, transforming into his “beast” state. His height swelled to two or three meters, his terrifying wolf’s head fixated with a mocking gaze on the trembling Roland and his family.
“You!”
Roland stepped in front of his wife and daughter to protect them, but his human form was pitifully small and frail compared to the beast-transformed Roca.
Roca grabbed Roland effortlessly, lifting him high into the air. No matter how Roland struggled, he couldn’t escape Roca’s grasp.
“Like helping demi-humans hah? Drop your fake kindness! We demi-humans never needed it! We don’t need your human charity and pity! If it wasn’t for you, those worthless revolutionaries would have fallen long ago, and my… my great plan wouldn’t have come to this!”
“Run, run fast,” Roland, tightly held in Roca’s large hand, gritted his teeth and urged his wife and daughter to flee.
The wife was frozen in fear, but the little girl, seeing her father lifted by Roca, ran over, crying and hitting Roca’s legs with her tiny hands.
“Let go of Daddy! Let go of Daddy!”
Her insignificant force diverted Roca’s attention. He looked down at the small human child and then at Roland’s frantic expression, and laughed.
“Seems you care a lot about them. Let’s see, if a demi-human you love kills your beloved, can you continue to maintain your hypocritical face and help demi-humans? Hahaha!”
Roca flung Roland to the ground, and as Roland hit the ground hard, he scrambled up in panic. He watched in agony and despair as Roca reached towards his daughter, shouting desperately.
“No! Please, don’t! Spare them, it’s all me, come at me!!”
But Roca paid him no heed.
He even scoffed upon noticing a cross-like pendant hanging around the little girl’s neck.
This cross, given to Roland as a gift brought by Ashe through Tiger lady Jiu from Renji, was one of many gifts from the Holy Kingdom’s Church. Roland cherished it deeply, feeling a genuine connection to it, unlike the silver cross he had made himself. He believed this cross, blessed by the goddess, was authentic and sacred.
Therefore, Roland, valuing it too highly for himself, had placed this precious item on his most beloved daughter, hoping it would bring her the goddess’s protection and that she might grow up to be like the goddess.
But…
“Church? No wonder you’re so foolish. Born in the Dragon Nation, a subject of the Empress, and yet you choose to believe in a goddess ranked at the very bottom by the Old era?!”
“Go on, pray! Let’s see if your goddess dares to step into the Dragon Nation, onto the Empress’s territory, to save you, hahaha! Hahaha!?”
Amidst his mocking laughter, Roca extended his claws towards the crying little girl.
As the girl cried out in fear, under Roland’s gaze of despair, watched by Roca’s subordinate who had led the way, in the city engulfed in Miasma, and under the reign of the already present Empress…
The cross on the girl’s chest suddenly burst into a dazzling holy light.
The holy light repelled Roca’s malicious claws, broke through the surrounding Miasma, and like the Empress’s flames just a while ago, swept across the entire Sealed City.
Under this brilliant light, piercing through the darkness making it daytime in the night, Roca stumbled back in shock and disbelief for what seemed like the umpteenth time that night.
A figure, ethereal like a dream, began to materialize. Dressed in a pristine nun’s habit, with ocean-like blue hair subtly visible beneath her robe’s hood, a sacred-patterned scarf cinching her slender waist, pure white stockings enveloping her straight legs closely pressed together, her hands folded in front of her chest, and finally, crystal-clear low-top holy boots gently touching the ground.
The flawless features of this apparition evoked all the beauty in the world, her swan-like neck inspiring a sense of purity and tranquility.
When the blue sapphire-like eyes beneath her long lashes finally opened, their gaze brought an instant peace, making one forget all conflicts, feeling only serenity and compassion.
Roland was too moved to speak at this sight.
Because this figure was…
Suthia!
The Goddess, The Divine Ruler of Holy Kingdome, had truly descended!
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