The bleak night wind passed through the woods by the river like the fingers of a ghost, causing the leaves to tremble. The chirping of birds and the chirping of insects were as silent as cicadas. Only the sound of rustling could be heard, as if invisible footsteps were passing through the woods. There was a strong smell of blood in the air. The battle on the main road, or rather, the one-sided slaughter, had passed for quite some time. A shadow separated from the trunk of the tree and carefully came to the side of the road, staring blankly at the place where the battle had taken place.
She had never dreamed that things would turn out like this. She had thought that the cultists would take the annoying woman away, and that she would not have to intervene. Everything was within her expectations.
But what she saw was a shocking scene. She still didn't know if the cold-blooded monster that killed everyone was the Merchant Lady who looked so stupid that it made people despise her.
What kind of divine being was that?
Delfien took a deep breath, and the thick smell of blood rushed into her nose. She suddenly had the urge to vomit.
She clenched her teeth and forced herself to forget about it.
But even though she tried her best to remain calm, and the overall situation was not too out of her expectations, she did not know why her hands were trembling slightly. She was afraid, and it was obvious that it was an emotion that others rarely saw in her.
Ever since she had taken charge of the family, Delfien had thought that she would not be afraid of anything anymore. She had buried those soft and unnecessary thoughts early on. Men were cold, but she was more determined and ruthless than they were.
Revenge was the same.
There was not a single person on the main road.
The prime minister's daughter slowly walked to the side of the road. The dark red and smelly blood gathered into a stream and flowed to her feet. In front of her was a scene that could only be seen in a slaughterhouse.
Only corpses, or rather, body parts, were left in the dust. Eyeballs, half a head, broken chests, and limbs were scattered all over the place. It was as if an open-air butcher's shop had been set up. The body parts that originally belonged to humans were now incomplete. They were scattered all over the place like rotten meat. Filthy blood flowed and mixed with the sand, causing the soil to be dyed a deep dark red. It was as if there was a rain of blood, and the ground was covered in blood-colored mud.
The air was filled with a thick rancid smell, like the smell of a warehouse used to store salted fish.
Delfien bent down and pressed a hand on her chest near her collarbone. Finally, she retched. After a while, her face was as white as paper. She stood up shakily. Her heart was at a loss. For a moment, she didn't know if her choice was right or wrong.
She stood by the roadside in a daze for a while before she resolutely turned around and walked into the Cat and Beard Inn.
"No matter what, that monster should have already entered the Imperial Capital, and I still have to finish the rest." She thought to herself.
The aura of Gaia's divine blood in the inn had already dissipated. Only some fluorescent substances remained on the ground and table. Delfien carefully avoided these things and looked at a stone statue in the middle of the hall.
Seti seemed to have retained the last image of her when she was alive. Her eyes were wide open, and every expression on her face and every wrinkle on her clothes were vivid and lifelike.
It looked like the greatest masterpiece of a master sculptor's lifetime of painstaking effort.
In fact, in some remote areas, some evil wizards liked to use living people as statues. The darkest among them even liked to collect beautiful virgins to complete their work.
Delfien looked at the statue in silence. She couldn't confirm whether the statue was dead or alive, but it didn't matter. She went to the corner of the hall and took out a hammer from under the fireplace. She then dragged the hammer and smashed it at the statue with all her strength.
It didn't matter if the statue was dead or alive. As long as the hammer landed on the statue, even the most skilled adept would not be able to piece it back together. Especially when the statue had been alive when it was still alive.
But what she had imagined did not happen. Before the hammer could touch the surface of the statue, the head of the hammer suddenly exploded without warning. The Prime Minister's daughter, who was swinging the hammer, seemed to have collided with a rampaging dragon. With a bang, she flew out and crashed heavily into the wall at the side of the hall.
She let out a muffled scream and slid down the wall. She looked up, but before she could say anything, she spat out a mouthful of blood.
She covered her mouth with her hand, and her fingers were stained with blood.
Delfien looked around with blood flowing out of her mouth and nose. She saw a woman with a mature aura coming in from outside the door. She looked at the woman's witch costume in disbelief, and a strange, familiar light flashed in her eyes.
She felt that she had seen this woman before.
"Where is the Roman?" The woman asked coldly as soon as she entered the door.
"I don't know …"
Before Delfien could finish her sentence, she felt an invisible force choking her throat and pulling her up from the ground. When she came to her senses, her feet were already off the ground. A suffocating feeling came from all directions and almost drowned her.
"No … It's not me …"
The Prime Minister's daughter rolled her eyes and opened her mouth wide like a goldfish without oxygen. She clutched her throat tightly with both hands and kicked in the air in vain.
She never dreamed that the one who came back first was not Brando, but a witch she had never seen before. She also never thought that the witch would not give her the slightest chance to explain herself and would try to kill her.
She had always been beautiful and confident, and was used to strangers having a natural good impression of her. However, no matter how beautiful her appearance and body were, without a soul, she was just an empty shell. She finally felt afraid, and the fear of death was so deep and vivid. Her inner thighs became hot, and wetness suddenly spread down her slender legs.
The hall was suddenly filled with a strange smell.
But Delfien had already put these trivial matters to the back of her mind. She was seeing stars, and there was only one thought in her mind: No, I can't die, I have to live!
The witch did not care about her reaction at all. Her mouth was muttering something, as if she was chanting a lengthy spell. Although Delfien did not know magic, she knew some mysterious methods. At this last moment, her mind finally cleared up, and as if her soul was blessed, she screamed with difficulty:
"I know you …"
"You are Princess Gloria …"
"I … I saw you at the Evergreen Ceremony thirteen years ago …"
The mature woman was slightly stunned, and the power in her hand dissipated. Delphine, who was in mid-air, sat on the ground. The part of her body that was soaked in urine was cold, and she felt ashamed and angry.
Even when she was almost burnt to a crisp, she did not feel so hopeless.
She subconsciously lowered her head and did not dare to look at the witch again.
But the witch looked at her silently, and then said: "You are Nidevan's granddaughter."
Delfien did not nod, and of course did not dare to deny it. It was a silent admission.
"Where's the Roman?" The woman asked again.
"She … went to Lust Tower."
"Although my niece is careless, she would not go to Lust Tower at this time."
"Some cultists used the Blood of God to plot against us. I escaped by hiding in the kitchen. The Roman killed everyone and then went to Lust Tower. I couldn't catch up with her." Delfien answered half-truthfully. Of course, she did not dare to tell the whole truth, but on the one hand, she was afraid of being exposed by the witch. She could not help but let out the sound of her teeth chattering softly.
The woman looked at her disheveled appearance and did not expose her half-truth. Instead, she asked: "The Roman killed people?"
Delfien clutched her wet dress tightly, and her hands were almost bloodless: "I don't know, she … she seems to have changed into a different person."
"Changed into a different person?"
"She became … unrecognizable. She didn't seem to recognize us at all. She kept calling us mortals. I … I don't think that's her at all." Delphine didn't dare to hide anything and answered in a low voice.
The woman was silent for a moment, and it was hard to tell whether she was happy or angry. She suddenly raised her hand. Just as the prime minister's daughter trembled and thought that the woman was going to kill her, she was surprised to find that the stone statue in the middle of the hall had disappeared into thin air.
The woman turned around and looked at her: "Go find Brando and tell him everything that happened here. Tell him to come find me."
Delfien felt real fear at this time. She did not know why, but she did not want to see Brando at this moment. Seeing her hesitation, the woman laughed sarcastically: "Only now do you think of being afraid? You are far inferior to your grandfather, but you don't have to be afraid. You tell Brando the truth and tell him who told you to find him. "
"Princess Gloria?"
"No," the woman shook her head: "It's my other identity, Knudell, a follower of the Blind Maiden Meisha, the Witch of Fate. Tell him that the main star of the Bewitching Constellation that I showed him was just an illusion. The Witch of Fate has the domain of charm, deceiving people is a simple matter."
She paused for a moment before continuing: "If he still doesn't believe me, tell him that I'm the Roman's aunt. I have first-hand information about him wetting his bed when he was young. And if he wants to marry my niece, he has to go through me first. Do you understand?"
"My … My lady?" The prime minister's daughter almost choked.
"You feel strange? This is a matter of life and death for a noble's reputation. You should understand this, so before he sees me, he won't do anything to you. "
Delfien felt strange.
… …
"Kacha —"
For a moment, Brando felt as if his internal organs had shifted positions. He slammed heavily into a stone pillar, but the solid rock couldn't stop his momentum. The pillar collapsed, and the hall that had lost its support started to shake. In an instant, half of the hall had collapsed.
He was like a meteor crashing into the rubble. The only thing he could do was to hug the unconscious Metisha tightly. When he slammed into a wall again, he felt as if all the bones in his body had fallen apart.
But he didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief. He immediately switched places with the Silver Elf Princess and covered her with his body. In just a moment, the broken ceiling above him collapsed. Rubble mixed with sand rolled down and fell heavily on him.
It was just a simple blow, but Brando found that his HP on the screen had decreased by more than half. When he saw the dragon subduing the Dragon Queen and her two subordinates in the Evergreen Corridor, he didn't feel how terrifying the dragon's strength was at all. It was only when he faced them in real life that the hopeless gap between them was revealed.
The Sage's Domain. This was a domain that mortals had never reached since the War of the Holy Saints. The pride of the Gold and Silver Elves was displayed in this terrifying gap.
It was an unreasonable suppression.
Brando spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the princess's chest red. But he couldn't care less. The Flaming Blade in his hand flashed forward, and a sword light cut a path under the ruins. Before the two of them were completely buried, he shot out like a ray of light.
Gwendolyn, who was hovering in mid-air, immediately noticed Brendel's actions. In fact, she did not move much, but the entire patrol cavalry headquarters and the area within a mile of it were all covered by her Line of Law. It was like a giant web woven by the mother of spiders. Even the slightest movement in this web would be reflected in her senses.
She hesitated for a moment before giving up on the impulse to chase after the Nightmares. A rare Nightmares Queen was important, but it couldn't compare to this young man in front of her.
She was furious. This Mayad really couldn't do anything right. She had repeatedly warned him not to meddle in other people's business, and only needed to subdue the patrolling cavalry in the city to complete the plan. But she didn't expect him to act on his own. Not only that, he even caused the Nightmares Queen to riot and pay with his own life.
The loss of one of the Twelve Patriarchs didn't make her feel anything, but the Nightmares Queen was the only one the Tree Herders had found in the Final Battle.
"What a pity." Gwendolyn thought. She raised her hand and was about to reel in the net, but hesitated for a moment. She still couldn't bear to part with the Nightmares Queen, so she retracted her hand and gently touched a crystal embedded in her chest. The crystal instantly shone with a faint light.
"Andesha, the Nightmares Queen has escaped. Put down everything you're doing and go find it."
"My Lady, Mayad, he …?"
"Don't worry about that fool. Be careful. The Nightmares Queen seems to have been disturbed by something. Don't act rashly when you find it. Inform me to come over."
There was a moment of silence on the other side of the crystal before a reply came. "I understand, my Lady."
Only then did the dragon queen come to her senses. She already knew that Brando was a Planeswalker, and was not afraid that he would suddenly disappear from her senses. The Silver Queen and the mortals around her couldn't do anything to the Divine People, but it didn't mean that the Golden People were the same.
Back then, Kelsie and Odin weren't invincible. Although the Planeswalkers' method of using energy was strange, it wasn't untraceable. Under the cover of the net of laws, the young man still couldn't escape.
But when she carefully searched the big net she had set up, the expression on the dragon queen's face suddenly froze unnaturally.
She was shocked to find that Brando had completely disappeared from her senses, as if he had never existed.
"Damn it, what's going on?"
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