Chapter 91

"Hey, you're not really angry, are you?"

After the fight, the two men distanced themselves from each other, and Nie Bo, who looked unharmed, asked with an innocent look on his face.

Amara, who was in a rage, looked tense. He slowly moved his wrist bones that had just been subjected to an extremely high-intensity explosion, but did not answer.

"It's just a dead object. If it's too noisy, of course it should be smashed. Why blame me?" Nirvana said, shaking his wrist nonchalantly, taking a thick piece of metal fragment from the air and holding it in front of his eyes.

There were delicate and ancient patterns on the surface of the fragment, and even every trace of polishing after smelting exuded piety. Even if it was just a part, it could still be seen that it was a genuine holy object, and it undoubtedly came from the bell that had been enshrined in the church for a thousand years.

"Besides, such a shabby thing will never be rewarded no matter how long it is kept. There are as many as you want inside the 'sea'. I'll give you one if you talk nicely."

"Stop your nonsense! You dare to step into the Holy of Holies and destroy the holy relics. I will never forgive you, even if it means death."

Amara interrupted him, spoke coldly, and raised the sword again, pointing it at the monster's leisurely face.

"It's not like I came to this place on my own initiative. I just came here with the last bit of material."

Nirvana still had a non-combatant expression, and even began to shift his attention away from him, saying in a bored tone:

"I thought you were special, but it turns out you can't see, Mr. Falconer."

"What?" Amara became more alert.

"The poison that is constantly flowing from the hearts of the beastmen. Here - it is so thick that it makes me sick."

The monster laughed.

Amara was stunned for a very short moment. To others, it seemed that he was still on guard. Only the pupils in his silver-gray eyes, which were like bright sword blades, trembled slightly.

After revealing his true form and attracting Amara, Nebuchadnezzar never glanced at Xiaoman again.

But there was a hidden meaning in his words, and Xiaoman was the one who understood it best.

So she turned her gaze to the golden, prosperous, dazzling and orderly Holy City beyond the two people.

She only had a clear sense of the evil thoughts that were summoned by Dust Awakening and completely condensed into the form of "food", which was probably the most concentrated level, so she could not judge the truth in Nirvana's words.

But her talent has never failed except for the awakening from dust, and based on the conversations and understanding during this period of time, Xiaoman can almost be sure of one thing.

When the monster shows this expression as if he doesn't care about anything, what he says is often the least disguised part of the truth.

If he had no intention of deceiving himself and Amara, then...

This seemingly perfect city belonging to the royal family and the "Holy Temple" is one of the biggest sources of evil thoughts that pushed the Star God to his death.

She subconsciously took half a step forward, away from the wall that was almost leaning against her back.

[Do you think the time is right?] The two people who were facing each other quickly communicated secretly.

“It seems like it’s almost there…” Yuan Qian was a little hesitant.

This world does exist, but a comic drawn based on the author's observation is, after all, a normal work, and its main storyline still needs to be led by the protagonist. However, Yuan Qian cannot read the inner description part of the comic that complements the character's words and deeds in real time, so it is more difficult to judge Xiaoman's next move.

[Let's have another fight? Xiaoman won't just watch Amara get chopped into pieces.] The adjutant was eager to try.

Yuan Qian had always known that this guy had a certain targeting mentality towards the type of No. 6 who was the natural opposite of the villain, with a kind of mischievous malice that wanted to crush the thin, snow-white eggshell into powder piece by piece, and he had completely brought him into the Nirvana mentality, so every agreed-upon battle was fought without mercy.

This is reflected in the fact that Niebu treated Chen Xing, Xiao Man and others with gentleness, but he was completely capable of doing such a cruel thing as "beating Amara to death on the premise that he cannot kill her."

"No, it hurts my bones." Yuan Qian's consciousness was still on No. 6's side, so he felt uncomfortable when he heard this suggestion.

It is true that No. 6's attack power has been upgraded to the maximum level, but the upper limit of the race is there. Without the bonus of golden blood, those branches of the beastman race who are not born with bodies as hard as iron have already passed the age of the most vigorous vitality.

In short, translated into game terms, it is a standard high-attack, high-sensitivity, and fragile monster. It can kill others in one hit without taking any damage, but its health bar is still thin, and it cannot be compared with the monsters created by the divine blood in the setting, so a protracted battle will only bring misfortune.

This made Yuan Qian miss the Dragon King period. Although that person was very difficult to play, the sense of power that was so strong that he looked down on everyone naturally made him able to perform a bit of natural ease and arrogance with a character like him.

[There is no other way, so I will retreat first. If I drag it on, everyone in the temple will come out and attack us in groups, and then things will get out of hand.] Faced with the stalemate, one of the Demon King's lieutenants began to lose interest and made it clear to Yuan Qian.

"Wait - I got it! The dragon blood blessing that No. 3 left on Xiaoman! It can come in handy right now!" Yuan Qian finally decided to leave the foreshadowing at this moment.

[Okay, okay.] The adjutant thought it was very interesting and sent a pop-up window using the original operating system of the other world.

[Do you want to pay 65*3 (the usage ratio of the character setting has been locked) points of emotional value?]

Yuan Qian mustered up the courage to click the confirmation button, and then he no longer had time to care about the slight discomfort in his body. He hurriedly took back Chen Xing's consciousness almost completely to cope with the burden of operating two personalities at the same time.

The communication on the conscious level took almost no time, so after Xiaoman made the judgment that she herself was reluctant to believe and unconsciously moved away from the golden outer wall of the Holy City, she noticed that her arm was slightly hot, just like when she summoned the armor that day.

"Since you are unwilling to make a choice, just give it to us. Don't forget, you are not some wild cub with no one to take care of you."

She heard a reliable voice that seemed cold on the surface, and then a slight warmth brushed across the top of her head which was being blown by the cold wind, as if someone was casually rubbing her head again.

However, Xiaoman cooperated with him trustingly and temporarily handed over part of his strength.

Her last impression was that a familiar figure vaguely appeared in front of her.

Under the dark clouds that gathered with the monster, the golden hair was still as bright as the sun that never went out, far brighter than the false brilliance created by humans all around it.

When "he" appeared, a completely different scene emerged with Xiaoman as the center, swallowing up the city in the blink of an eye, completely turning into a very vast and desolate snow and forests, with Xiaoman completely disappearing from it.

Even the strongest people in the world are not immune to this power. Amara, who was swept in, turned around hurriedly to look for the temple that meant everything to him, but he only saw a vast and silent empty space.

The Winged Clan raised the hand that was not holding the sword, and the cold wind brought the still-falling large flakes of snow down onto his empty palm that was facing upward.

He clasped his fingers together, and the snowflakes quietly melted into the rough lines of his palms. The slight coolness was unusually real.

"No matter where this place is, why did you trap me here?" He turned to look at the blond dragon who was leaning against the tree trunk with a leisurely look on his face, and asked.

Of course he would be confused from Amara's perspective. The Sword of the Temple is only protecting the temple he is loyal to and the order he maintains. There is no reason for it to be targeted.

"No, it is your actions that are more disgusting. We carefully watered the saplings and let them choose how to grow, but you arbitrarily pruned them according to your own ideas. If you did not have a devout faith in the Father, I would crush your head directly. Foolish thing."

The Dragon King said. His earth-colored dragon eyes, which were made even darker and sharper by the snow, slowly locked onto this Winged Tribe that was so powerful and terrifying in the eyes of others, as if he was looking at an ugly and inferior creature like a pest.

"Even if you are a dragon, you have no right to comment on other people's actions. It is even more impossible for me to change my judgment, even if I lose to you." Amara did not back down.

"…Then what about me?"

The third voice came from another direction.

Just this one sentence can make people judge a person's calm and reserved qualities.

A lich with long crimson hair walked out of the snow, gently holding a fir tree staff that was commonly used by spellcasters hundreds of years ago.

A blue scale hangs on the top of the staff, which is carved into the style of ropes and vines. The blue is deep and moving against the snow-white background.

When the Dragon King heard the voice, his expression changed drastically and he turned around abruptly, his shock and astonishment clearly evident.

[Surprise!]

The wicked adjutant threw down these words of adapting to local customs and returned the temporarily reactivated control of Lazarus to Yuan Qian, forcing him to enter the three-opening stage that he had been trying his best to avoid.

"You--!" Even Yuan Qian almost couldn't help but abandon his mission at this moment and pull No. 5 out of the snow and beat him up.

After the momentary shock, he quickly figured it out. It was true that Lazarus had already made a spectacular exit in the comics, but readers would not question the fact that a spellcaster had some tricks up his sleeve.

That is to say, there is still the possibility that by paying a large amount of emotional value, one can buy back the "star soul of Lazarus deposited in the scales of the Siren".

Even though such an existence could never last long, Weimo was like a candle placed in the snow and wind - Yuan Qian, who had taken over control, was well aware of this - it was enough to come out and wander around to find some sense of existence.

Even the logic is very sound:

The little bit of the teacher's soul accompanying the disciple managed to wake up when the disciple encountered dangerous monsters and the stubborn old man. And while the disciple was away, he teamed up with his old friend for the last time to teach the guy who tried to destroy their achievements a lesson, warning these two lawless outsiders not to interfere with Xiaoman's choice. It sounds very reasonable and touching.

The only one who got cheated was Yuan Qian, who was under increased pressure from the scene of schizophrenia. But the play had already been presented, and with his personality, it was impossible for him to give up the role after having come this far.

"Your theater is gone!" he said angrily.

[I promise this is the last time.]

"...I won't be fooled again. And I won't treat you to fresh, fresh-out-of-the-fryer, crispy, golden French fries!"

[…Aaaah…] There was a sound coming from the other side as some creature was hit by a fatal blow and instantly lost hope and fell down.

The revenge was effective, so Yuan Qian calmed down and decided that since it was already like this, he should just focus on playing his part. In fact, he still had an ultimate attack on his adjutant called "Draw a circle to curse you to never get a pat on the head from the lady", but in view of the high damage, he would never activate it easily unless it was necessary.

Fortunately, the forest in the snow is very quiet and cool, with no idle people around, which is very helpful for concentration and reduces the mental effort to a certain extent.

Amara watched the lich slowly walk towards the Dragon King. After a brief eye contact, she stood beside the latter without any barriers.

Those deep red eyes, thoroughly stained by death, looked at him, without any fear that a heretic who had rebelled against the Father of Starlight should have.

"Lazarus, you are not dead," Amara said. "You taught a dangerous exo-secret ritual to a child, just to prove your wild conjecture? Don't you feel any guilt at all?"

The spellcaster showed no anger at the serious accusations made by the people in the temple. It was obvious that he had been accustomed to hearing such things in his long life and was too lazy to pay attention to these conspiracy theories that automatically assumed the worst of everyone.

"That is the power to control magic that is innate to her. She also gains the power to protect herself from it, so she is qualified to speak in front of you. Otherwise, if you deal with her, it will be as silent as dealing with the descendants of the Similage family."

Lazarus spoke slowly and softly, his tone as calm as every afternoon when he explained the simple theory of spellcasting at the dinner table.

"The case files have already stated that your family was convicted after you completed your transformation because they refused to remove a lich. The punishment was to deprive the nobles of their wealth and be expelled from the Holy City."

"This decision was made by the royal family and the procedure complies with all laws."

Amara denied it without hesitation, showing that he was well aware of all the information about the rebels.

"Ha." The Dragon King sneered with great disdain, and was too lazy to even give an explanation to such a person.

"There's no point in arguing about this." Amara seemed a little impatient when she thought of the huge losses suffered by the temple.

He placed his palm on the hilt of the sword and solemnly confirmed with the other party for the last time: "If you refuse to let me go, then please."

"Do you think you have a chance of winning?" The Dragon King held his arms and casually rolled up a ball of hardened snow with his long tail and threw it far away.

After the snow broke apart, an abrupt figure slowly stood up. By this time, the fallen snow had accumulated into a layer that formed a perfect cover, making the long black hair and fierce horns covered with small clumps of snow that did not melt at all, making them look as cold as stone or iron.

"Although it's not a good idea to push all the negotiations to others like this...but thank you for accompanying my disciple for the whole journey." Lazarus' attitude towards him was better than that towards Amara, and he said this.

"I didn't push it away. It's people like this who like to butt in and argue about boring things." Nie Pu waved his hands to show that he did not accept this position that was intended to shirk responsibility, but he was so lazy that he didn't even shake off the snow on his body.

"So you want to cooperate temporarily? It seems like the other side doesn't want us to get out alive." He threw out a very perfunctory invitation for cooperation to Amara, with a face full of villainous meanings such as "I will stab you in the back randomly, please be prepared mentally."

"..." Amara looked at him expressionlessly, walked over with the sword in hand, and after standing near him, she drew her sword again, but she was not facing the monster.

[That’s it! “I really want to tear the villain apart but I have to hold back for now”, the overall situation is more important! It’s a great performance.] The adjutant praised in a tone that was like praising the authentic flavor of local food.

"Is it possible that I really want to beat you up but can't..." Yuan Qian complained silently.

[Isn't that more fun?] The professional villain is fearless, so he's the happiest person on the scene.