Chapter 101

When the illusion was lifted, Xiaoman landed on the edge of the outer city, while the people being tested and the monsters that were swept in were moved further away.

They were not far from the door of the cathedral, where many people, many of them nobles, had gathered to seek refuge because they were panicked by the extinguishing of the Holy Light.

Hidden among several carriages parked at the edge of the square, the Sword of the Temple calmed down and looked at Nirvana, who was admiring the carved decorations on the carriage with his hands behind his back.

"So the key is, 'she' has to get my promise?" he asked.

"Yeah, it seems you really scared her." Niebu still acted as if nothing had happened, as if the dark clouds and falling rain that replaced the eternal light in the sky had nothing to do with him.

"She was suspected of killing a legitimate city lord - but perhaps I should have been nicer to her then."

Amara suddenly changed the tone of her words halfway through her speech, causing Nebudu to glance sideways, as if he was surprised that this big man with a strong temper would actually reflect on himself.

"Why do you say that?"

"You killed her kind, but you came to save her that time. Moreover, the people of Mithril City, the rebel, and a dragon were all protecting her, which proves that she must be special. But if you hadn't messed with her, she could have come to the temple to learn about it."

Amara's words clearly imply that she is very confident in the philosophy and influence of the temple.

"It's so funny to hear you say that. If it weren't for me and that Nymph, you wouldn't have realized her specialness. You would have just locked her up and let her rust."

Obviously, the previous exchange problem made Amara change her view on certain things, making the dialogue much less tense and no longer in a troublesome state of treating each other as mortal enemies and being on full alert.

The muffled conversation blended in with the hundreds of people gathered in the square and went completely unnoticed.

"And it's not me who is harming those people. I'm just giving you a reason. Just like after a natural disaster happens, you use threats and bribes to bribe the family members of the living sacrifices, but what does that have to do with the natural disaster itself?" Nirvana continued.

"——Guess what, sir. If I had been more patient and had not threatened them with great fanfare, but had sneaked into the presence of those in power to negotiate, using some small killings that they would like to see as a condition for exchange, then among Jino, Flora, Ivy, Dinos, Xita, and even El and Baroa, who would ask you to deal with me, and who would silently serve me?"

He leisurely passed through the seven cities.

And Amara...actually knows the answer.

There is no need to even exclude him. No clear-headed ruler would offend such a powerful existence for a group of lower-level "people" who can be said to be not of the same kind at all. Instead, they would choose to win him over as much as possible, hoping to establish a small relationship with him.

How many people in the world would not hesitate to destroy the most powerful weapons because of their dangers when exposed to them? Especially since Nirvana can communicate and even show "kindness" that does not endanger civilians, it is easy for others to think that there is room for maneuver.

His lifelong wish was to eradicate the evil of wanton harm and to uphold justice for the victims, and he has always used this as a driving force to hone himself.

His reputation today can indeed frighten the shallow evil, but Amara knows that even her presence can only make the deeper perpetrators restrain themselves and do things more perfectly.

This was partly due to his integrity and difficulty to please, and partly due to his fear of the power of the Temple represented by Amara.

In reality, evil is never eradicated, it is just temporarily hidden along his path.

This is certainly better than being of no use at all, but compared to his goal, the world he envisioned, it is still far from enough.

Amara was silent for a moment. Although Nebuchadnezzar's words were harsh and vicious, they were realities that he had already realized and accepted in his half-life. They did not shake him as much as the brief glance that passed by in the illusion.

"So you have hatred towards the beastmen and that's why you're deliberately playing with people's hearts?" he asked.

"No. He who should hate you the most doesn't even hate you, so how can I have the qualifications?" Nirvana looked indifferent again.

But Amaramin was careful with his choice of words.

That is a nickname for God, and there is only one true God in this world.

He immediately stopped caring about hatred and meaningless arguments about good and evil. As a high-ranking member of the Holy Temple, an organization deeply connected to faith, he stepped forward eagerly and grabbed Nirvana: "Do you know what happened to Him?!"

The monster saw the intense emotion and the constricted pupils.

He thought about it, and deliberately squeezed it before Amara could see clearly what he took out, so all Amara saw were some dark purple gem-like fragments.

"Although this is an additional question, I will tell you for the sake of that magic."

"…But there is a premise. I have no intention of insulting Father. What I mean is that when you hear something you cannot accept, you can stop and don't just draw your sword and chop at me." As a result, Nirvana suddenly stopped talking and gave a warning in advance.

As he said this, the two curled tufts of hair on his head were dripping with raindrops, swaying under the weight. At this moment, they seemed innocent, without any trace of their extremely dangerous nature.

"Got it. I promise." Amara said without hesitation, and moved her hand away from the hilt of the sword.

"Okay. Anyway, He is different from what you know. He is not an omniscient and omnipotent being. He is a very powerful creature, just like the dragons that live in the gaps between leaves in the eyes of insects. In other words, He also eats, but the food has no substance."

"He tasted the piety and love offered by the beasts, and at the same time swallowed the oppression, cruelty, jealousy, suspicion, greed, fear, sorrow and murder created by you."

"——Yes. He has been eating these poisonous things for the past few thousand years."

There was something almost cruel in the monster's smile at this moment.

He took a light step back, and Amara realized that her hands were shaking uncontrollably, becoming as weak as a dying person, causing Nirvana to lose the restraint.

"If you still want to turn back, forget all this, flee back to your temple, and just think that I am lying to you with my ridiculous stories. He allowed the beasts to do so anyway."

When Amara first heard the horrible truth behind these words, he could hardly distinguish the language itself because it was completely contrary to what he had known until then.

After all, he was not Xiaoman, who lived away from the crowd and wandered around after leaving home. The beast tribe and the father of Xinghui meant a lot to him, so his mood when he learned this part of information was naturally completely different from that of the girl.

The fact that Xiaoman could understand and accept it without much difficulty seemed like a world turned upside down to Amara or any other beastman.

The difference is that other beastmen might cry and spit, refusing to believe for a long time, thereby dragging out a long time to complete the slow process of acceptance. However, Amara has a strong will and clarity that is a shortcoming at this time, and she forcibly restrains all the above self-protection instincts.

This made him quickly realize the fact that "his own people were harming the Star God", but he still stood upright. Judging from his actions alone, he seemed to have not experienced the process of emotional collapse, loss of control, and then reconstruction.

But a closer look revealed that this Winged Clan had truly been destroyed... Even its resolute light silver-gray eyes had dimmed, revealing a slightly aged look for the first time.

His originally dignified and solemn appearance, like that of an archangel, gradually lost its glory, like this holy city protected by the longing in people's hearts.

The glorious outline is still there, but the beauty has become decadent and silent, symbolizing that everything will inevitably end in the age of dialectics along with fantasy, and the angel can only lower the wings that once shielded the storm. The pure and powerful appearance is suddenly peeled off, revealing the ordinary stone that can be eroded by wind and rain.

Finally, Amara's figure flickered.

But before he collapsed to his knees, a pair of hands held him up.

The help did not come from the cold monster. The body temperature transmitted through the linen clothes was slightly lower than that of the Winged Tribe, but it was as reliable as a young bonfire burning quietly in the cold night.

Amara saw the pair of quiet but bright blue eyes between the dark hair - the child who was born lonely and looked far away and aloof when looking at the bustling crowd, was now giving him silent support.

Xiaoman found them.

"How much did you hear?" Nie T Pu had been found before, so he was not surprised by Xiao Man's intuition in finding people, and asked with interest.

"…starting from the part about divine arts, almost all of them." Xiaoman said.

"I'm not lying to him, am I?" As a friendly alien who is also on the path of killing gods, Niebu asked Xiaoman for her guarantee to prove that he is certainly not that kind of liar.

Xiaoman withdrew his hands and looked at Amara, who quickly regained her composure and stood up on her own, without saying a word.

Putting aside the contradictions in their positions and concepts, she admired this man's character and knew how difficult it was to stick to one's beliefs for a lifetime with one's tiny individual strength. Especially after hearing the answer that he kept his word, Xiaoman didn't want to hurt him anymore, even though she knew that her silence was a disguised acknowledgement.

Niebu shook his head in boredom and disappeared, probably thinking that they had fulfilled their agreement to go to the Holy City together and there was nothing else to do. Because the Holy City was not fun at all with Amara around, he simply left.

The invisible pressure or threat brought by this monster suddenly dissipated.

Xiaoman saw Amara leave without saying a word. Even if Amara was heading for the temple, he could return to his own territory in a short time by crossing the square, so he thought there would be no danger. However, she felt a little dazed when she saw his thin back. Although his flawless and upright posture remained unchanged, it was inexplicably different from his previous sharp and capable temperament.

She followed quietly.

The next moment, Xiaoman was very glad that she had made the decision, because at the moment when she rushed over with inexplicable alarm bells ringing and grabbed Amara tightly, dozens of heavy special arrows broke through the air without warning and stabbed towards the place where he was originally going to be.

Amara's reaction was no less impressive, and nearly half of the arrows were cut off by him before they fell to the ground. The real chaos lasted only for a moment when he lost his balance, and the sword that had always been able to destroy everything had already regained its sharpness.

The arrows must have had other targeted spells attached to them, because where the broken arrows fell, they exploded silently with chaotic light, causing the entire piece of white brick to shatter and collapse, to a particularly terrifying degree.

I'm afraid that even if ten golden bloods transformed into giant beasts and fought here, the local damage they could cause in a short period of time would be no more than this.

The crowd in the square, which was replaced quickly without noticing, paused at the same time, and at the same time, they threw away their disguises and focused their attention on Amara. If Amara had the energy to observe everyone, she might have noticed that the "child" of the rabbit tribe next to her had a twinkling eye, and was quietly licking not the candy in his hand, but the small fiber blade in the seam of his finger.

Being stared at without emotion by hundreds of eyes can be extremely creepy.

Outside the square, a regular team in armor and sharp weapons slowly appeared.

Amara thought it was an attack, but the shields were intricately emblazoned with royal emblems, which made his wary look turn into a bit of confusion.

Of course, the Temple and the Royal Family lived in the same city, standing side by side. Even though there were conflicts over power, they would sometimes secretly delay so that the cooperation could be completed smoothly but not so pleasantly, but they never tore their faces apart.

In the past few decades, Amara has received the knowledge and experience of the friendly and respectful side of the royal family. From the perspective of power struggle, if someone intends to sell him out, Sanni, as a bishop, should not be unaware.

Amara understood all this and found the attack strange from a normal perspective.

Xiaoman was thinking about the other half of the arrow that was destroyed.

On the surface, they were completely submerged in the surging blue flames and disappeared. Amara, who had seen the flame gun, also thought it was her work. Only Xiaoman knew that she did not act rashly.

At the critical moment, she chose to add a thin layer of magic protection to Amara. As it took shape, it successfully offset another spell assassination that came from nowhere.

——So, after all, you haven’t left yet.

Faced with the sudden danger created by the beastmen themselves, Xiaoman felt a little relieved in the chaotic situation because of the fact that monsters were lurking nearby.

Just like... there was a small white fox hiding on her shoulder under the cover of its hood, with its soft and warm tail resting on her neck.

Even though she was somewhat concerned about when her talent was imitated, this was not a priority at the moment.

"Awesome!" Yuan Qian couldn't help but praise them when he saw that when the planned plot actually happened, No. 5 and No. 6 performed very well in handling the sudden attack. Their coordination was so perfect that even his obsessive-compulsive disorder would be cured.

"But they are really eager to take action. I thought they would have to wait until the next episode. It seems that you have ruined a lot of people's good things." said the adjutant.

"After all, this was bought with real money," Yuan Qian said. The emotional value saved on No. 6's character was doubled up to fill in the past of his identity. Now the reputation of the Templar Sword is the real stuff accumulated from his repeated battles, rescue of victims, and impartial punishment of evil deeds, without any exaggeration.

The stronger and more noble a character is loved by the people, the worse the backlash will be in the end... Yuan Qian may not understand the ever-changing cuteness points of other readers, but he at least understands the sense of gap of the omnipotent in the story.

[You are already a mature knife expert, are you considering creating your own work next?]

The adjutant, who participated in the preparation and watched Yuan Qian's online breakdown, thus gradually bringing one of "himself" to his doom, was just calmly interviewing the person involved.

"...I guess that's not the case." Yuan Qian replied. But he said that he just felt a little tired of making up stories after opening six accounts to earn emotional points.

It's not because every time a comic is revised, the author is mentioned lovingly by the readers. Just looking at it is scary, so I absolutely don't want to face these things myself.