Chapter 130
In the distance, the divine servant felt the overwhelming surge of flesh and blood energy coursing through it, causing its body to swell with grotesque lumps once more.
It began its second metamorphosis.
...
Klick Mountain, Dutton Manor, in the game room.
“I won.”
Xia'er smiled as he placed the last card on the pile, then turned to Adele beside him and said, “Let’s head back to town for something to eat.”
Adele: “!”
Aivina: “?”
Adele nearly jumped up at Xia'er’s words. Normally, she went to bed early and kept a regular meal schedule, but today she had skipped breakfast and lunch, and was now feeling lightheaded from hunger.
Meanwhile, Aivina was filled with confusion.
Her momentary distraction had cost her the solitaire game, but... why hadn’t the change she anticipated occurred at all?
Or was there something that had happened that she simply hadn’t noticed?
As they exited the game room and walked through the corridor to the foyer, an unusual phenomenon unfolded just as they were about to step through the main door and into the outside world.
The horses in the stable went wild, dragging their carts in every direction, creating chaos in the stable.
A faint spiritual alarm began to resonate in Nia’s mind, gradually drowning out the previous whispers of potion-induced delirium.
Nia suddenly raised her hand, as if sending out some kind of signal. A warhorse clad in silver armor burst forth from the stable, halting in front of the group with its cart.
“Get in the carriage, Miss Aivina! There’s danger!”
Nia whispered urgently to Aivina, lifting her into the cart.
Adele, startled, jumped into the cart as well, turning to Xia'er and shouting, “Hurry, hurry, hurry!!!”
“Get in!”
Aivina stretched her hand out of the cart, anxiously calling to Xia'er.
At that moment, not only Nia, but even Aivina and the other extraordinary beings heard the terrifying spiritual alarm ringing in their ears.
But Xia'er stood still, seemingly listening intently to something.
Behind them, panicked extraordinary beings began to rush toward the door, and Xia'er reached out his right hand, grasping Aivina’s soft hand. After she pulled him into the cart, he turned back and gently snapped his left fingers at the ground behind him.
Snap—
The sound echoed in Aivina’s ears.
Immediately after, a wave of even more terrifying energy surged from the direction of Dutton Manor, causing the ground to tremble.
“Whinnyyyy!!!”
The warhorse let out a mournful neigh. Under Nia’s control, it bolted down the mountain path, the cart jolting violently.
The three of them looked through the transparent glass of the cart and witnessed a horrifying scene behind them, as if the earth itself were shaking.
At that moment, Aivina was almost certain... that Xia'er was behind all of this.
Just then, amidst the chaos, Xia'er spotted a familiar figure, his pupils narrowing slightly.
Protect her—
Xia'er barely had time to send a final command to the spiritual being before leaving... she was the one who could not linger here.
Under Xia'er’s command, the spiritual being was already suppressing the terrifying fluctuations within it to the utmost, but this time, the sacrifice included a third-tier bishop—Xia'er didn’t even know what would happen when sacrificing a third-tier bishop. All she could ensure was that the spiritual being would not attack anyone other than the cultists.
The carriage gradually moved away, and behind them, Klick Mountain seemed to erupt in chaos, as birds and beasts fled in a frenzy.
...
Meanwhile, on the outskirts of Bellun City, in the Clock Tower District, the “Missionary” Yulis, listening to the report from the “Ascetic” in front of her at the inn, suddenly looked up, her vacant eyes fixed on the direction of Klick Mountain.
It was as if her gaze pierced through all walls and obstacles. In her darkened vision, a terrifying, colossal shadow was unfolding in the distance, stretching out its enormous eight pairs of insect wings, kneeling and bowing toward a certain direction.
This apocalyptic scene made Yulis’s heart nearly skip a beat, the terrifying, blurry shadow reminding her of a past incident she had encountered when her eyes were still intact...
“Quick! Are there any materials for the Spirit Summoning Rite in the Clock Tower Church?! I need to contact the Holy See immediately!!!”
Yulis abruptly turned her face toward the “Ascetic,” completely unaware that blood tears were streaming down her cheeks.
“There... there is! There’s one last material left, it’s been kept unused!”
The “Ascetic” seemed to sense something and quickly stood up, leading Yulis toward the Clock Tower Church.
That was... something from the Holy Ascension Sect... the Holy Ascension Sect! Hidden in Bellun City?!
This commotion, their Holy See is hidden on the outskirts of Bellun City?!
Have they truly awakened the Mother Goddess?!
No, no, no! They are just a cult, they have no saint! How are they communicating with the divine?!
The Holy Ascension Sect... do they have a saint now too?
The first cult saint has appeared?!
Yulis’s mind was flooded with horrifying thoughts, nearly shaking her faith. At this moment, she could only pray that the Goddess of Salvation’s Holy See would quickly send a bishop... no, a powerful figure above the rank of bishop!
...
“Daddy! Daddy!”
The crowd surged, stones fell, and the once peaceful Dutton Manor now felt like it was experiencing a terrifying earthquake, with people rushing toward the exit in a frenzy.
Aimi was the first to reach the door, but remembering her father was still inside, she pushed against the tide and squeezed back into the foyer, anxiously calling out her father’s name.
“Aimi!”
In the chaos, Baron Hastings seemed to hear Aimi’s cry. He struggled to push through the crowd and spotted Aimi hiding beside a massive pillar, avoiding the throng.
And above Aimi, the giant crystal chandelier swayed precariously.
“Aimi!!!”
Baron Hastings dashed toward Aimi like a madman. He leaped forward, unable to push her out of the way in time, and fell heavily in front of her, struggling to get up, he directly embraced Aimi, pinning her beneath him.
The swaying chandelier emitted a screech of metal fatigue before crashing down.
Lying on the ground, Aimi looked over Baron Hastings’s shoulder, her eyes widening as the massive crystal chandelier drew closer...
Am I... going to die?
I can’t find Xia'er; she shouldn’t be here... It’s a good thing she’s not here...
Daddy, I’m sorry...
Buzz—
A faint buzzing echoed in Aimi’s mind, and with it came the chandelier, hovering less than a meter above her.
A flickering, indistinct white shadow dragged the enormous chandelier, suspended in mid-air.
The terrifying white shadow turned its face slightly, looking at Aimi, who lay on the ground in fear, tilting its head in confusion.
A muffled whisper resonated in Aimi’s mind, drowning out all surrounding noise.
“Can... you see... me?”
The white shadow gazed at Aimi, who faced it without any reaction, then looked up toward the direction where Xia'er had gone, its thoughts momentarily in disarray.
In the next second, darkness enveloped Aimi.
When she awoke again, she found herself lying in a field, beside her lay Baron Hastings, who had fainted from shock.
And next to her, there was a strange cloth bag, seemingly containing something...
**Chapter 94: The Gamble of the “Destined One.”**
Ansu, downtown, Empire Avenue, Dutton Manor.
This five-story brick structure stood in the most bustling area of Ansu, its red brick facade harmonizing with the surrounding buildings. Classical columns flanked the entrance, adorned with exquisite gables and reliefs.
Tall arched windows were neatly arranged, and a large gilded chip was embedded in the center of the second floor, gleaming in the sunlight.
In the best-lit office on the third floor, a woman dressed in a white shirt and black vest, though emaciated and with deep dark circles under her eyes, was tossing a gold coin in her hand, repeatedly flicking it with her thumb and catching it with her palm.
Knock, knock, knock—
A knock sounded from outside. After one last toss of the coin, the woman failed to catch it, letting it fall onto the desk in front of her.
After wobbling for a moment, the queen landed upright on the desk, the image of a knight slaying a dragon facing the ceiling.
The visitor did not seem friendly.
The woman showed no signs of discouragement; instead, a smile crept across her lips as she looked toward the door and said,
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