Chapter 2: The Son of God – Is He Male or Female?
Not only 'Storm' Buster, but also the soldiers wielding spears and swords, and even the civilians large enough to besiege the city, all saw the face of the Son of God revealed after the tattered cloth was lifted.
The noise seemed to be drowned out by the peaceful breathing of the son of the gods with his eyes closed.
Or perhaps it was out of reluctance to disturb his peace.
For a moment, the scene fell into an eerie silence.
Someone broke the silence first, their voice carrying a hint of doubt.
"Is this the son of the gods?"
The son of the gods was imprisoned in the dungeon for six long years, yet few people saw his true face.
Some said he was ugly, just like his cruel and ruthless heart. Others said he was terrifying, for the name of a god was more dangerous than that of a demon. But at this moment, everyone was stunned and speechless.
His face was so pale it was almost transparent, yet it possessed a breathtaking holiness. His brow bone was softly defined, his nose high and straight, and his lips beautifully shaped. Even though they were pale and chapped from dehydration, they couldn't conceal his innate nobility. His dry, long golden hair fell beside his cheeks like faded sunlight, making him resemble an ancient statue forgotten by believers.
Mihir's sword tip trembled slightly. Although he was a knight commander and had almost never had any close contact with the Son of God, he had never looked directly at his face.
Having grown up listening to terrifying legends of the Son of God, he never imagined that this so-called "demon" would appear so...fragile.
Like a piece of porcelain that had been shattered and then carefully pieced back together, the pale blue veins beneath her skin were clearly visible, as if it would shatter at the slightest touch. Bruises from the friction of the shackles remained on her slender neck, and undried bloodstains accumulated in the hollow of her collarbone, rising and falling gently with her weak breaths.
The chains dragged his slender wrists, leaving even deeper red marks on his already bony hands.
He hung quietly in the arms of the storm, like a melting snowflake, a ray of light that could not be grasped, all things beautiful yet destined to vanish, giving rise to regret, pity, and... a complex mix of emotions that are difficult to describe accurately in words.
Don't be fooled!
The king on the high platform shouted sternly, just in time to awaken his people who were almost seduced by that face.
"Your deceased relatives and loved ones were bewitched by his appearance! They ultimately became stepping stones for his flesh-and-blood altar. Have you all forgotten?!"
The people quickly snapped out of their momentary daze. Their anger reignited, and they roared, attempting to use curses as weapons. The soldiers who had been intercepting them now paid no heed to the townspeople; they swiftly turned, drawing their longswords and pointing them at the Son of God and the Storm.
At this moment, the knight commander on the high platform also came to his senses. He composed himself and jumped off the altar.
'Storm' Buster sneered, swung his greatsword in a sharp, swirling motion, and easily parried the knight commander's slash.
The knight was once again thrown back by his powerful force. Just as he was about to launch another attack, a thick, long rope suddenly drooped down from his head.
Buster tossed the greatsword into the air, and the jet-black blade was instantly sucked into his body.
The raging wind tousled his black hair and the golden hair of the sleeping beauty in his arms. Buster smiled and grabbed the dangling end of the rope with his other hand.
Mihir was shocked to discover that, at some point, a huge aerial cruise ship, comparable to a castle, had entered the skies above Harlem City!
The sun had disappeared from sight, and all that remained overhead was an endless expanse of ship hulls, casting a deep shadow over the land.
"My God! That's the pirate gang's flagship?!"
"Where's the barrier? Where's the main city's protective barrier?!"
Knight Commander Mishiel's expression shifted repeatedly. Harlin City, as the main city of the Elim Empire, possessed the most advanced and comprehensive protective magic array. How could it have been so quietly infiltrated by the enemy without anyone knowing?
Now is clearly not the time to think about this problem; Buster's body instantly rose into the air.
He held the stunningly beautiful son of the gods close with one hand, making him sit and lie obediently in his arms, his gaze towards Mihir filled with a mixture of mockery and pity.
"Your swordsmanship is rather mediocre, Commander Knight!" He let out two hearty laughs, his voice clearly audible in the wind. "Next time we spar, don't fly around the entire arena like that!"
The ropes tightened rapidly, and the two figures rose quickly before everyone's eyes. Mihir hurled his longsword, the silver blade arcing through the air, only to be repelled by a suddenly appearing azure barrier just before it touched Buster.
On the ground, the king's face was ashen, like a corpse. His trembling finger pointed to the sky, and he roared hoarsely, "Archers! Wizards! Shoot them down!"
But it was too late. The hatch at the bottom of the enormous aerial cruise ship suddenly opened, swallowing the two figures inside.
"Chase them!" the enraged knight commander ordered.
Buster returned to the cabin and, without hesitation, tossed the child of the god in his arms to Madonna, who was standing to the side waiting for orders. The tall, robust, and voluptuous woman caught the blonde beauty as if she were holding a chick.
"Cure him."
Before Madonna could answer, Buster turned his neck and strode toward the hatch with great interest.
"Brothers! Get ready!" He kicked open the door, walked to the top deck, and faced the vast sky and the pounding wind.
A red cloak billowed over one shoulder, like a fluttering flag, adorned the handsome and imposing man who stood at the forefront of the deck, looking down at the tiny, ant-like royal city below. The wind tousled his short black hair, but could not conceal the fighting spirit gleaming in his green eyes.
"Hard to port!" he shouted, his voice amplified by magic, "Let these frogs in a well see what a real storm is!"
The ship roared to life, and dozens of hidden magical engines started up simultaneously. The armor plates on both sides of the hull slowly opened, revealing magical cannons gleaming with an eerie blue light. The pirate soldiers on deck roared with excitement and rushed to their respective battle stations.
Michael's Pegasus Knights had just taken off when they were startled by what they saw and pulled on their reins. The figurehead of the giant ship suddenly opened its eyes, and a chilling energy emanated from the mouth of the carved dragon statue.
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way quickly!" Mihir shouted hoarsely.
But it was too late.
Buster raised his right hand high and then swung it down sharply: "Fire!"
A beam of energy, over ten meters in diameter, tore through the sky, grazing the edge of the Pegasus Knights' formation as it struck the protective barrier above the royal city. The newly formed backup protective barrier shattered like glass, dissipating into countless specks of light in the air.
The observer on the lookout tower waved his flag excitedly: "The barrier has been broken!"
Then, 'Storm' Buster pressed down his palm, and the floating cruise ship, like a fortress, glided silently and swiftly away, riding on the shoulders of the wind like a giant bird spreading its wings.
The cavalry followed closely behind.
The 'Storm' military pirate gang was skilled in combat, and their ability to escape was naturally top-notch. The Harlin Empire was powerful, and the 'Storm' military pirate gang, who were always quick on their feet, actually took a full six or seven days to completely shake them off, recharge their ships, enter a state of concealment, and float in the sky.
Buster, who was known as "The Storm" himself, finally had some free time and thought of going to see the main reason why he was being hunted down.
His nearly two-meter height made him look like a human mountain, exuding an overwhelming sense of power. The subordinates, who had been crowding the outside of the medical room, obediently made way for their leader as he approached.
So this 'storm' walked into the medical room and skillfully knocked over a drawing board that was placed on a high shelf next to the door.
His gaze swept over the blonde beauty lying quietly on the bed. He slumped into a chair, tilted his chin up, and asked Madonna.
How is he?
Madonna shook her head.
"He suffered many injuries, some old and some new, which showed that the guards who imprisoned him were not kind."
“His eyes were gouged out, and a silencing spell was applied to his throat. It looks like he hasn’t eaten for a long time,” Madonna said. “I healed his wounds and lifted the silencing spell, but he hasn’t shown any signs of waking up yet. He probably needs to rest for a while longer.”
Before Buster could speak, his subordinate, who was crowding outside the door to see the beauty, spoke first.
"How could they treat him like this? They sound even less of a good person than us."
Once the first person spoke up, the second person couldn't hold back any longer.
Is the child of the gods a man or a woman?
"Nonsense, he's a man. If he were a woman, she should be called the daughter of a god!"
"? Is that how you understand it? That seems to make sense."
"I've never seen such a handsome man, and wow, I've never seen such a beautiful woman either. Chief, are you sure you haven't arrested the wrong person? Could this be the king's concubine?!"
"So noisy!" Buster, annoyed by their noise, kicked the door shut, blocking the noisy bunch outside.
He then sat back down on the chair and asked his question.
"You say he is the son of a god, right?"
Madonna: "..."
I don't know if you just robbed it?! His holy father was chased and killed like this!!
Taking a deep breath, Madonna silently praised the leader for being very generous with the money, and explained, "He has divine power, though it is very weak. He hasn't eaten for a long time, and he's probably surviving on the remaining divine power in his body."
Bastian nodded and waved his hand, gesturing for her to leave the medical room.
Madonna was clearly hesitant, but fortunately, Buster, despite his arrogant and domineering personality, had little interest in eroticism.
...Although there's no guarantee he won't suddenly become a beast.
But considering why her leader was willing to risk his life to save the Son of God, she decided to trust her leader.
The door opened and closed again, and after a powerful roar from Madonna outside, everything returned to calm.
"Alright." Buster leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs and laughed. "Now it's just you and me here, let's have a good chat, stop pretending to be asleep."
"No, I should say you were awake the whole time."
As soon as he finished speaking, the medical room fell silent, Buster unusually patient.
After an unknown amount of time, about a dozen breaths, the blonde beauty who had been lying quietly on the bed suddenly moved without warning.
The pale arm, with obvious scabs, was slowly and groped towards the bedside.
The long-haired beauty with her eyes closed had her fingertips slightly white from the pressure she applied.
He sat up.
A note from the author:
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A little supplementary setting [doge emoji].
Son of God, full name: Reinhardt, height 181 cm
Storm Buster, full name: Buster Grand, is 198 cm tall, and his greatsword is 2 meters long (equivalent to wielding an offensive weapon).
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