Chapter 152 New Life
"The Barando Massacre."
Nova was stunned for a moment. His companion was speaking Natalin. He had already led the two horned camels to dodge around a corner, avoiding the frantic horned camel army, and lifted him off the tall horned camel.
He didn't react in time, so when his feet landed on the ground, his whole body fell intimately into the arms of another person.
Miss Carleton, who stumbled down and accidentally kicked her luggage, said: "..."
The professor didn't notice Miss Carleton's strange look, his whole mind was focused on what she said.
"The Barandu Massacre, which shook the entire Ambrose continent," the Savior's tone was exceptionally cold, his brow furrowed in disgust. "The battle that made the infamous 'Lord of the Dead' Talon famous was this. He devoured half of Barandu and its entire garrison with darkness, then allowed the Gray Domain Alliance to enter and slaughter and plunder the defenseless citizens, nobles and commoners alike, men and women, young and old, regardless of race or ethnicity. According to statistics, the death toll reached into the tens of thousands. 'Barandu, destroyed seven times and reborn seven times,' has since completely vanished from history."
"After the end of the last century, no Saint had ever participated in a war below the Saint level before Talon. This was a suggestion made by Saint Barrodo, because a Saint could destroy a city in ten minutes, while building a city would take decades or even hundreds of years."
The professor's brows slowly furrowed, and he changed his tone as well: "If he intended to simply and brutally devour the city, he wouldn't have resorted to such elaborate, circuitous tactics."
Now it seems more like they hope to take over the wealth in the city of Barandu rather than a completely destroyed city.
"It's also moving up the timeline," Azuka said coldly. "This massacre should have occurred three years later, when the Silver Iris Empire and the Far North Kingdom of Fellowes have already gone to war."
...Fighting on two fronts, internal and external troubles.
By this time, the city's garrison had reacted. They dispatched personnel to calm the chaotic horned camels while attempting to organize their troops. The city's highest-ranking warlocks gathered, and dazzling lights from various magic circles flickered layer upon layer on the ground. However, the barbarians of the Gray Realm Alliance rushed in from all directions. They were surrounded, and the entire city of Barandu was like the soft meat of a clam without a shell.
"Give up resistance." A cold voice echoed over the city of Barandu, speaking in a very harsh common language: "If even one Grey Territory person sheds blood in Barandu, no one will be left alive in the entire city of Barandu."
The mayor of the city of Barandu appeared at the front line, with messy hair and even one of his shoes missing.
"What the hell are you all standing there for?! Surrender is not in the blood of the Barandu people!" He roared with red eyes: "Line up! Attack! Drive all the horned camels out!"
But once again, screams of terror and despair erupted from the crowd. The terrifying void had reappeared above the city, instantly reducing the tallest spires of buildings to ash. It didn't move, remaining like a pitch-black sun, menacing every insignificant creature on the surface.
It was still falling slowly, its target was the most prosperous market.
Emilia Carleton's face was pale, and fear almost froze her blood.
They were very close to the city walls, and the surrounding buildings had been reduced to rubble. The survivors collapsed on the ground, crying and shouting. Some wanted to run, but where could they go? Gray Domain soldiers were watching them from all directions. She subconsciously glanced at Mr. Nova, who was staring at the sky with a serious expression, and it was unclear what he was thinking.
The first Gray Domain soldier had appeared at the edge of the city. He grinned and raised his butcher knife without hesitation towards a civilian mother and daughter who were lying on the ground.
Breath of Storm appeared in Azuka's hand.
"Professor." His tone was as gentle and calm as ever. "Don't stray too far from me for a while."
The wind has changed.
The swordsman's golden hair floated up, dancing in the wind. The people of Barandu looked up, horrified at the clouds that had begun to gather and swirl at some unknown moment. The entire sky seemed to have transformed into a surging ocean, making the terrifying hole in the sun look particularly small.
Rich golden color invaded and spread from the edge of the warlock's pupils. The violent and unpredictable storm roared and swept across the heavy clouds. The sword was the source of the storm, and the green runes flashed and lit up one by one.
Azuka dropped his eyes expressionlessly.
He could sense the lingering tenets of the Storm God Utoska's sword: rage, destruction, anger... and most of this power was directed at him. The sword sought to kill its new master, the one who had once slain the gods. He had never truly honed the sword, relying solely on his own strength to suppress it.
——Your divinity is sleeping in the left side of your chest.
But on the left side of his chest was only a remnant of the slave mark, a fatal wound, and a totem that witnessed his life of constant roaring and struggling.
Veins bulged on the back of the blond youth's hand, and tiny cracks appeared on the edge of Breath of Storm. The sword wailed and trembled, the surviving might of the Storm God leaking out through the cracks, attempting to resist, but the cracks only deepened. Finally, with a tiny, yet remarkably clear, crack, Breath of Storm shattered completely in his hands.
There was silence for a moment, and then a huge invisible air wave centered on the Savior appeared, seemingly destroying the world.
But those storms that seemed about to destroy everything only gently brushed past the Barandu people who were crying and roaring with despair on their faces, brushed past the huge horned camels huddled aimlessly on the street corners, brushed past the snow on the treetops, and jingled the bells hung under the eaves of the foreign merchants' shops - the wind swept across the entire city of Barandu, then rushed up to the sky at the city's edge, until it gathered into a perfect translucent semicircle, covering the entire city of Barandu.
The Gray Realm soldiers at the forefront were thrown back, and some who failed to dodge in time were torn to pieces with screams as the wind, which had never harmed the people of Barandor, gathered at the top of the storm and rushed straight into the sky like a giant dragon. With a thunderous roar, it pierced through the thick clouds and the terrifying black void.
The tenth-level forbidden spell, Dark Scourge, was torn to pieces.
"--what happened?!"
Talon, who was watching the battle from a nearby hill, suddenly stood up. Forcibly invoking the forbidden spell twice had exhausted him. He bent over and spat out large mouthfuls of blood. The young prince of Alan, the most powerful tribe in the Gray Domain Alliance, quickly supported him and said, "Teacher!"
His eyes flashed with anger and fear. "How could there be a Saint in the city of Barando?! I've never heard of a Wind Saint in the Silver Iris Empire!"
"...That's not a Saint." Talon rasped, staring intently at the perfect semicircle barrier outside the city of Barandu. "The reason a forbidden spell is a forbidden spell is because once it's fully cast, it can't be dispelled by anyone, whether it's a Saint or the caster themselves—even a Saint can't break it."
What is above the saint? Alan's little prince turned pale.
"Retreat!" He suddenly shouted, "Everyone retreat!"
By the time the people of Barandu reacted and were about to look for the caster of the spell, the Savior and others had already quietly left the city of Barandu with the horned camel.
Before leaving, the professor curiously tried to touch the translucent barrier - his fingers passed through it easily, and then the barrier covering the entire city flickered and suddenly disappeared without a trace, like a broken soap bubble.
professor:"……"
Wait, he felt guilty for a moment, this shouldn't be the one that broke it.
"I put it away." Another person seemed to know what he was thinking. "After this incident, the Gray Domain Alliance will not dare to attack easily in the near future. Balando City can hold out until reinforcements arrive."
He glanced at the professor's expression—too calm, a stark contrast to Miss Carleton behind him. The girl, nearly fainting from fear, looked at him with awe and fear, and nearly fell to her knees when she saw him help her carry her scattered luggage onto his hunchback.
Azuka: “…”
He subtly recalled the way the Natalin people looked at him when they discovered that he was a person favored by God. This situation only improved after he lived and ate with them for a long time and found that he would personally serve the dragon, repair the house, etc.
Only the professor, who had the audacity to come over and smell his "smell" when they first met - was now sitting in front of him, leaning on his chest, dozing with half-closed eyes.
"Just say whatever you want to say." The savior was stunned for a moment, lowered his eyes, and looked at the slightly curly black hair of the person in his arms.
The other party spoke Natalin.
Azuka was silent for a moment, then hesitantly spoke in his native language, "I seem to... really be a god."
Just now, when he abandoned the relics of the God of Storms and completely destroyed the concept represented by "father", he suddenly understood what the so-called "godhood" of the God of Love was.
His emotions were complicated, Azuka had never thought that he would become the existence he had been fighting against for his entire life, uh, or two lifetimes. There was always a subtle resistance and disgust.
…and how would the people he cared about react?
"I said God is human." His nemesis remained calm as always, almost seeming a bit inhumane, but this made the other person smile. "Congratulations, you've become the perfect witness and argument for my theory."
He was silent for a moment, then suddenly turned his head and stared at him seriously. "By the way, do you mind if I write about you in my paper?"
The young god laughed in silence.
"Of course, everything is as you wish." Although it was a reaction that had been expected, his eyes were still soft as ever, and his voice was filled with unconcealable, gentle and cherished indulgence and enticement.
"Whatever you want, just ask me."
——That’s it, speak to me until I carry and satisfy all your desires.
He thought of that kiss, which was barely a kiss, more like the wet sniff of an animal.
It was light and cool, like a melting snowflake. For a moment, he could hardly suppress the terrible urge to hold the person and penetrate deeper, even if it might make the person cry... But the other person suddenly pushed his face away with her hand, touched her lips thoughtfully, and looked extremely serious.
It didn’t seem to be disgusting. The man thought about it for a moment and finally came to a conclusion with the rigorous attitude of doing an experiment - but what does this mean?
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Enemy: You are God!
Professor: You are God.
Savior: I am God?!
This is it! The protagonist of the comic! (Ace Attorney meme picture)
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