Chapter 90

As the number one city, "The Most Holy", this truly golden city has always been completely bathed in the glory created by divine magic, thus achieving a brilliant eternity that ignores changes in the external environment.

It belongs to both the royal family that governs the world and the temple that serves the Star Father, maintaining a delicate but stable balance between the two.

Mortals always speculate that the royal family and the temple are at odds, which sounds reasonable. However, just like the king's eldest sister, who is a close relative by blood, turns to magic and has a considerable say, the temple and the royal family have voluntarily formed layer upon layer of close ties. Although they are not so strong when they need to be severed, they are close enough to maintain a connection.

In the final analysis, the three parties are all the same, the greatest power being the beastmen, and they do not deny their common belief in the Star God. The biggest hidden barrier is that they are all trying to build a self-preservation force that is only loyal to themselves, and each of them has a secret account book that they often take out and flip through, which can easily be traced back to a dispute that was suppressed hundreds of years ago.

With the Star God in danger, even Nirvana has no interest in trying to sow discord between these forces, let alone Xiaoman who is just here for fun.

"Do you want to go into the inner city and take a look?" Nirvana asked.

They did manage to enter the city of Ai'er thanks to the connections that Chen Xing had sent through a messenger - the well-connected merchant had never been seen near them since he was caught once - but the outer city area, inhabited by commoners, the middle class who had close ties with the nobles, middle-class nobles, and the retainers and servants surrounding the royal family, did not seem to have much that was special.

Although the bright and soft divine light that can be seen everywhere is a miracle that amazes outsiders, it will no longer seem so special after looking at it for a long time. The same is true for the golden exterior walls and roofs of buildings.

As for all kinds of strange stories, if you have been to three or more different places, everything you hear will sound familiar.

Indeed, the atmosphere in the Holy City is special. Even the civilians walking on the streets are all wealthy and clean, and their conversations are well-organized. The quarrels and impromptu disputes seen in other places are almost non-existent here, not to mention seeing a beggar or a vagrant. The sneaky vendors and thieves wandering the streets are completely nowhere to be seen.

But Xiaoman feels that this is still not a perfect paradise - it is just one of the golden roses in the garden that is specially cared for by wind, sunlight, water, beneficial insects, nutrients and the gardener, so it grows the most beautiful and flawless, and is worthy of being planted in front of the owner's window.

It is still just a rose. It is not as exotic and bright as art, nor as trendy and gorgeous as business.

If Xiaoman were asked to ignore interpersonal problems and choose a place to live based solely on aesthetics, she would most likely choose the more special and simple rose cast in bronze. She also somewhat likes the city with countless flowers everywhere and is suitable for living all year round, and she thinks her mother would like it more.

Anyway, it's not the Holy City. She was born to live a very quiet life in a remote place. Even though she now has power and wealth, she still has no desire for the lifestyle of the rich and powerful that is completely contrary to her nature.

Now she had only seen the scenery here in the outer city area, so she thought her curiosity was satisfied.

——What would be in the inner city? Just palaces and residences of noble officials built around the royal family, and various sacred buildings belonging to the headquarters of the church.

The former was no match for the Dragon King in terms of magnificence, while the latter was only built by believers and its rank in the Star God's hierarchy was far lower than that of Dust Awakening. She was familiar with both, so there was no need to look for a replacement at the next level.

In short, after thinking about it, Xiaoman felt that there was no need to go into the inner city to take a look.

But since Nirvana had arisen, Xiaoman did not refute him, but just looked at him, expressing the meaning of "I have no opinion, so how do I get in?"

"We can follow Amara." Niebu obviously didn't think this was a difficult problem at all and tried to give an example.

Xiao Man was not very good at distinguishing the difference between a feasible joke and a serious action plan. She thought about it and carefully found the loophole:

"Are you sure he won't find you?"

——If it weren't for the fact that the best quality of the residents here is not to inquire about others, in the Holy City where people entering, leaving and staying are strictly screened, even their current state would be out of place enough.

Fortunately, the two of them did not look strange, and there were always many reasons for good-looking young men and women to appear in the territory of the rich and powerful. This cognition made the guards pay attention to them, but they would not stop them and repeatedly check them, so as not to offend the future ministers and lovers in advance and cause unnecessary trouble.

"No." The monster spread his hands frankly, "I can get in just by pretending to be caught by him and then running away. It's not that difficult."

"He won't believe you." Xiaoman could make this judgment for Amara based on her brief contact with him.

"Then, how about we join the troupe that will perform for the royal family? I've watched the current plays, and although there are some actors who are very talented and hardworking, most of them can be praised by noble ladies and surpass the former to achieve success and fame just by virtue of their beautiful appearance. I'm sure you will have no problem in this regard."

Niebu quickly came up with a new plan.

"I don't want it." Xiaoman rarely expressed her refusal immediately and clearly.

As a typical aristocrat in every aspect, possessing power and a lifestyle that a female aristocrat should enjoy, Xiaoman certainly could not be unaware of the special favor that Eleritna had for him.

However, since all beauties are readily available in the lives of these nobles, their "love" tends to strangely return to romance. Their love is as simple as the pursuit of delicious food and fine clothes, and is covered with a layer of harmony and mutual benefit. They are really willing to spend a fortune to pursue actors or give them convenient positions and careers, and they don't care if they don't get anything in return.

So compared to the common malicious and greedy covetousness, Xiaoman does not feel seriously offended by this.

But this experience will still make her distance herself from such people in the future... not to mention standing on the stage as the one being watched again and being noticed by the audience.

"Then there's nothing I can do... What a pity."

"Do you really want to go in?" Xiaoman hesitated.

Xiaoman remembered that this man could appear in the place where Amara was guarding and directly enter the prison to remove her handcuffs, so the protection of the inner city should not be able to stop him. He began to think that perhaps his presence affected his performance.

"No, it's just—it's time."

"What time..."

When Xiaoman saw him slowly step back, he suddenly felt uneasy.

Just like that late night when she suddenly woke up from a dreamless sleep, and there was no one in the room, only the white moon outside the window cast a lonely view on her, and the dead silence made her hear her own disordered breathing and heartbeat very clearly.

She watched Nebo turn away from her and land on a roof. The harmless and even slightly pretentious expression on his face faded away, replaced by a cold glance at the main building of the temple that could also be seen from here.

Compared to the complex horns that suddenly revealed their true outlines at this moment, the aura revealed in his expression was much more sinister and shocking.

She heard it - and all the residents of the Holy City heard it - the great bell enshrined in the temple, which was said to have been blessed by the Star God himself, began to ring madly and even impatiently as the monster formed from the blood of the gods appeared.

It was no longer the solemn sound as heard at the celebration, which needed to be stimulated by divine power to vibrate slowly several times.

"It's so noisy." Nie Bo listened to the soul-stirring bell sounds in the distance and changed his tone of voice, dragging out the last syllable indifferently.

A heavy, dark red, almost black spear that was as tall as a man emerged. Now it almost had a solid body. Everyone could see that this terrifying weapon was about to be completed, but the person who created it would not touch it.

"Come to think of it, I remember... a strand of my father's mane was melted in there. No wonder it's treated as a treasure." He lowered his eyes and said as if talking to himself.

"Since it is a toy He gave you, just destroy it."

With those casual words, the spear disappeared in an instant.

When it reappeared in its original place, the last bell suddenly stopped.

...The eternal light that represented the land blessed by the gods disappeared at some point, and dark clouds have already gathered over the sky of the Holy City.

The monster didn't look at the people who were frightened, terrified, crying, and shocked because of his actions. He just glanced vaguely at Xiaoman. The ends of his black hair, which was fluttering in the slowly blowing wind and was slightly stained dark purple, was the only thing that had not changed.

[It's your turn!] The adjutant, who had personally organized such a grand event, urged Yuan Qian to take the stage without any pressure.

This part was the highlight that had been discussed long ago. They had worked out the process from beginning to end, and Yuan Qian was mentally prepared.

At this moment, he just silently thought in his heart that it was a pity that this grand scene did not have the classic soundtrack to assist... and it turned out that becoming an NPC teammate who stood beside the protagonist and fought the devil in a brave RPG was something worth looking forward to.

No wonder some people say that playing a supporting role is more enjoyable than playing the leading role.

The stage is ready, so let's get started.

He concentrated his mind completely, and with the fearlessness that a mortal should have in challenging a monster, he drew his sword.

The attack, which had become a familiar skill, was launched at an extremely tricky angle. Between the dark sky and the golden buildings that had lost their luster, the sword shone brightly like cracked snow.

Amara is a beastman without golden blood, unable to transform into a winged form. Even his hair is gray, which has nothing to do with the colorful colors favored by the Winged Tribe. But when he fully displays his strength, the sword light he emits is more gorgeous than the most beautiful wings.

If the monster standing on the high ground had wings, their wings would be torn off. If he tried to defend himself, the blade flashing from another direction would pierce his chest.

——It turned out that what made him regretful was that he was the first to discover that the sharpest and most undeceivable Sword of the Temple had returned, and that they were not able to visit every scene together before that?

Xiaoman stood at the street corner, watching the battle unfolding in an instant, and smelled a scent carried by the wind that was closer to the smell of blood than moisture.

In a similar development, she did not listen to who she chose last time, but made a judgment without hesitation and stood on the side of Amara, who was injured and still struggling.

But this time, beside the crowd in the outer city who were screaming or running away in panic, when Xiaoman fully understood how thrilling the battle between the two was, she let the raindrops soak into her hair, looked down at the cluster of blue flames gently burning in her palms, symbolizing her own determination, and became a little hesitant.