At dawn in the Tucker Plains, the morning sun rose from the horizon, emitting a faint light. The black-haired young man looked at this ray of light and felt the same chill as yesterday. Perhaps, it was even more serious. However, unlike yesterday, Luo Ya no longer felt uneasy because of this ray of light.
After explaining to Noelle the nature of the [Six Disasters] and the possibility that Kane and the others still had a chance to survive, the fear in the girl's heart towards the upheaval of the Tucker Fortress was finally converted. Exploring that possibility had become the motivation for her to upgrade her bloodline. Although the hole in her heart was barely filled, it could be said that it was temporarily filled.
Strong, firm, elegant, and steady. These could be said to be the most obvious labels on the Pope's Princess. All along, Nuo Aier had almost never shown weakness in front of Luo Ya. Although the incident in Tucker Fortress this time was regrettable, it also allowed Luo Ya to see another side of Nuo Aier that no one knew about. It also allowed him to understand the importance of this girl to him.
Thinking so, the black-haired young man gently covered his chest, endured the throbbing pain, and tried to make his expression relaxed. On the other side, the eyes of the golden-haired girl flashed a faint light without warning. At the same time, her body slightly paused, and the reaction of the curse power became a lot more restless.
The sudden change made the two people in the room fall into silence for a moment. Noticing the abnormal movement of her bloodline, the girl's face changed, and Luo Ya's face also became serious.
It was obvious that such an intense battle had just ended not long ago, this kind of recovery power …
"Well, sorry, I may have to leave for a while."
"Be careful when you fight, if you can't suppress it …"
Hearing Luo Ya's assumption, the golden-haired girl couldn't help but interrupt. Looking at Nuo Aier's determined eyes, the young man nodded slightly to express his trust.
"When you come back, bring some food."
"Yes, anything is fine. After getting injured, I also need to replenish myself. Your Highness won't let your subject starve, right?"
“！”
"Then, it's settled."
After nodding at each other, the young lady pushed open the door and flew into the distance with her wings of light in mind.
On the plains, in the room where Nuo Aier left, the black-haired boy stood by the window and watched the girl's figure slowly disappear into the horizon. His face finally showed a relieved expression. The next moment, the white-haired witch appeared out of thin air and stared at Luo Ya expressionlessly.
"Yes, indeed … Cough!"
Looking at the youth coughing up blood, the white-haired witch had a solemn expression. She looked out the window in the direction where the girl had left and calmly asked,
“.....”
In the previous battle, the girl's hand had pierced through Luo Ya's chest. Although the boy had anticipated this and moved his heart away, the angel's power still couldn't be avoided.
This was the revenge that the Angel King left for Luo Ya. Nuo Aier didn't notice it, and Luo Ya would never say it out loud.
In the quiet room, Altacia looked at Luo Ya with a solemn expression that she had never seen before. Her scarlet eyes were sharp as she earnestly said:
"… So?"
“.....”
Time passed by slowly. Altacia's gaze became sharper. On the other side of the river, the mountainous Mother Earth and the gigantic skeleton on the plains were listening attentively, expressing their silent agreement as they waited for the youth to make a decision.
No matter how one looked at it, he had already done his duty by pulling the girl back from the brink of becoming an angel. If he continued to accompany her, it would be suicidal.
"… Four days, maybe less."
The black-haired boy smiled and raised his eyebrows. The white-haired witch's expression turned gloomy.
But the problem was, what if she lost?
Looking at the black-haired boy, Altacia's expression was as gloomy as water. Her scarlet eyes were filled with anger, and she couldn't suppress the indignation in her heart.
“.....”
"I have to stay by her side. I'm her last 'anchor'. The Queen of the Races isn't that easy to deal with. You should know this better than anyone else. More importantly, I'm waiting for someone."
"That's right. An enemy. Or rather, an old enemy."
"… You can help her block the enemy, but the evolution of her bloodline is ultimately her own matter. What if she loses?"
"What?"
“.....”
"Do as you wish."
If he wanted to protect her, he had to protect her completely. Besides, there were some things that needed to be resolved.
It was already noon. The sun was shining brightly above her head. The early winter in the Tark Plains wasn't too cold. There were still some plants that maintained their green color. The sun's rays made one feel warm. In the eyes of those who liked to go out, this must be a good place to have a picnic.
Looking at the corpses of the mutants on the ground, the girl hugged her legs and thought expressionlessly.
The arrival of the Nuo Aier was like a calamity for the mutants. She descended like a God, giving everyone, no matter their status, the right to equality — death. After the slaughter that wasn't painful, and even brought some joy, the girl's angelization finally came to a temporary stop.
Hugging her knees, the Nuo Aier muttered to herself. Thinking back to how she was in front of the boy, her body trembled slightly in fear.
After gaining the upper hand once, the power of the Angel King had obviously become stronger. Nuo Aier found it increasingly difficult to control herself. The fear of losing her sense of self was bone-chilling. However, what made the girl even more fearful was that the power within her body was intending to kill Luo Ya.
Swearing in her heart, the girl glanced at the corpses all over the ground. The corpses that had just died were emitting heat due to the light. Fresh blood was gathering together, accompanied by a flock of vultures and a thick stench of blood. The bright colors eased her Divinity to a certain extent, but at the same time, it made her vigilant.
In fact, since the first time she came to the Eastern Region as a child, the Nuo Aier found that she didn't hate killing. Sometimes, she even felt a strange sense of enjoyment and accomplishment. The girl was actually very clear about the reason for this situation. It came from her Atavistic Bloodline, which made her eager to fight. However, the girl didn't feel proud of it. Instead, she controlled it.
No one would like a bloodthirsty madman. This was the biological instinct of humans. Although Luo Ya was a genius in supernatural powers, she didn't like fighting. Therefore, Nuo Aier was tolerant and kind. Only during the birthday party when she returned from the Eastern Region every year, would she occasionally attack the boy because of the joy in her heart.
"Right, food."
Thinking of the hand that went through the boy's chest last night, Nuo Aier's heart would produce a phantom pain. Her expressionless face fluctuated, and the feelings in her heart urged her to do something.
In the sacred white hall, a white-haired old man was sitting on the throne, silently looking forward.
The death of his son, the loss of the Theocracy's stronghold, and the loss of hundreds of thousands of soldiers. Any one of these could easily overwhelm a person. In fact, after receiving the news for more than half an hour, the old man only did one thing, and that was to repeatedly look at the scene.
The reason was very simple. It was because he was John Heathcliff.
[Six Calamities]. Although most people in Xi Ya didn't know about them, they were not unfamiliar to the Vatican, who had been fighting against evil cults for many years. Heathcliff, who had a good relationship with the Akat family for a long time, had a lot of records about them.
It wasn't the first time that the [Six Calamities], the messengers of Mother Goddess, had appeared in the third era. However, they had never caused such a huge commotion before. After all, these monsters all had one thing in common, and that was that they needed a long time to grow. Therefore, it wasn't their style to expose themselves so early and alert the civilization.
Pondering over this question, Saint John's face grew colder and colder. He had a premonition that humanity was about to passively welcome a magnificent era. He didn't know if it was a coincidence or fate, but the young people of this generation were as bright as the stars, as if they had gathered the destiny of humanity. The collision between the two would definitely cause an intense reaction.
Now that the accident happened in Tark Fortress, the power that protected the girl had almost disappeared. However, just like fate, the young people of the Akat family should have reached her side. Then, the rest was not something that others could interfere with.
The white-haired old man prayed. Then, he stood up and walked to the map on the side. His old eyes accurately stared at a piece of land.
Eric took the lead.
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