While Brando's life was in danger and he was unconscious, the Lernaia Hydra went berserk after being injured. It raised its heads and howled at the sky, before turning to attack the backup Knight of the Holy Cathedral of Fire and Veronica. It was as if it wanted to destroy these insignificant creatures that challenged its authority.
Thus, the Knight of the Holy Cathedral was met with a calamity. They were struggling to hold on, hoping to buy time for the Cleric to cast spells to support them. But Amman's death was no doubt a shocking blow that shattered the confidence of the backup Knight of the Holy Cathedral of Fire.
With the addition of the Lernaia Hydra's other heads, their frontline collapsed in an instant.
Many Knight of the Holy Cathedral of Fire were bitten in half by the giant dragon head that suddenly emerged from the clouds. The battlefield instantly turned into hell as screams of agony filled the forest.
Veronica's brows were locked in a tight frown. She used her Sword Aura to parry the attacks of the Hydra Saint, but she was not worried about her safety or the safety of others. Instead, she was worried about the unbelievable situation.
Amman's death.
When she first saw Brando's eyes, her heart skipped a beat. But this Cruz Goddess of War did not expect Brando to do so without hesitation.
He killed a Cleric of the Holy Cathedral.
It was the Holy Cathedral of Fire that had absolute control over Erouine, Cruz, and the entire Alliance of Fire for thousands of years. Even if the Cruz people controlled the Holy Cathedral Council, they still did not dare to go against this colossus.
The authority of the Holy Cathedral of Fire had long been ingrained in the hearts of the people, and everyone respected it. Standing against the Holy Cathedral was standing against the entire Alliance of Fire.
Other than the two great wars in the past, no one dared to declare war on the Holy Cathedral.
Even Veronica, who was far more powerful than Amman, did not dare to make a move against him. She was the Legion Commander of the Empire, but the Empire would not completely break ties with the Holy Cathedral of Fire over a single Legion Commander.
"That bastard …" Veronica clenched her teeth. She gripped Azure Firmament so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She knew very well that she had to bury what she saw today as a secret in her heart forever.
She took a deep breath.
The Holy Cathedral of Fire had never had a Cleric die in an internal conflict. If this news were to spread, it would be a devastating blow to the Holy Cathedral. It could even shake the foundation of its rule.
Once the precedent was set, Veronica could imagine how shaky the prestige that the Holy Cathedral of Fire had built up in the past would be, and the monarchy that was unwilling to succumb to divine authority would naturally become restless.
Even the majestic and powerful Emperor of Kirrlutz must have thought about it.
Therefore, everyone who had personally experienced all of this.
Would become the Holy Cathedral of Fire..
Even Veronica couldn't help but gasp at the thought of the secret trial of the Holy Cathedral of Fire. She looked back and saw that the red-haired girl with a long ponytail had already left the forest with Brando's body.
She naturally thought that Brando had died under that blow.
But for some reason, Veronica felt a trace of pity in her heart. The young man's unyielding character made her feel good. The Goddess of War of Cruz could not help but think of her own youth.
At that time, he was also unwilling to submit to this world.
It was a pity that he was Erouine's man.
But while Veronica was secretly feeling pity, Scarlet had already brought the unconscious Brando out of the forest. After rolling into the tree hole and losing the Lightning Spear, she was lucky enough to escape the first attack of the Lernaia Hydra. This saved her and Brando's life.
The girl followed Brando's instructions and passed through the mouth of the valley to the south, entering the last checkpoint outside of the storm — the Ancient Isthmus.
For the past two days, in order to reach the 'White Stone' that Brando mentioned as soon as possible, the girl with a ponytail had not closed her eyes even once. But Brando's breath was getting weaker and weaker, which made Scarlet feel hesitant and uneasy.
She was afraid that Brando would stop breathing at any moment. Scarlet's heart was still empty. She did not know how to face all of this.
Her thoughts were always running wild, and she would occasionally even cry softly.
The further south she went, the thinner the forest in front of her. The lush green of the forest ground gradually turned gray and yellow. Although it was difficult to distinguish the colors in this eternal night without the sun, Scarlet could still make a rough guess based on the vegetation, soil, and rock distribution on the ground.
The meadow was scattered to the east and west in this direction, like the hair of a bald man. The brown soil below exposed the edges of rocks, and the trees were sparsely distributed in the distant fog. The valley seemed to have become deathly still in this direction.
Finally, in the evening, Scarlet was not sure if she had missed out on a night or more in her exhaustion.
But she finally found the place that Brendel was talking about. It was an eye-catching huge white rock in the middle of a dark valley. The rock seemed to be shimmering with a layer of light, and the desolate valley was filled with a holy aura.
Without any words, Scarlet knew that she had found the right place.
The girl almost rolled and crawled over, but when it came to the last moment, the tension, anxiety, and exhaustion finally defeated her. She tripped over a protruding rock and fell to the ground.
Brendel, who was behind him, was also thrown far away.
She almost gritted her teeth and got up from the ground, ignoring the stabbing pain in her palms and elbows. She hurriedly crawled over to help Brando up. She put her hand on Brando's chest. The young man's wound had festered, but she could not do anything.
The girl could only feel that Brando's heart was still beating faintly, but it was so weak that she could barely feel it. Scarlet finally could not help but cry out loud. She was cold and hungry. When she left the forest, she seemed to have hung her backpack on a tree branch. She did not notice it because she was in a hurry to escape.
In the end, all the food and emergency supplies were left behind.
The red-haired girl cried for a while before she placed Brando in the huge gap under the rock. She did not dare to leave Brando alone, so she could only sit beside Brando and hope that her lord would get better.
But the situation did not develop as she had imagined.
The next morning, when Scarlet woke up groggily, she found that Brando's body was changing. In short, the young man's magic was draining away from his body. For a powerful person who had entered the Gold Realm, such a sign was almost an omen of death.
Although Scarlet did not know this, the loss of magic was definitely not a good thing. She panicked, but could not find a way to stop it.
But just as she was feeling anxious, an abrupt voice suddenly rang out.
"Eh?"
It was a woman's voice.
Scarlet was startled. She immediately looked out of the White Stone. The only person who appeared in this place at this time could only be Veronica. But what surprised her was that she saw a strange woman.
Or rather, a creature with the upper body of a woman and the lower body of a plant.
Scarlet did not recognize the woman, but she recognized the unconscious girl who was wrapped around one of her tentacles. It was the daughter of Cruz, Faena.
Scarlet immediately knew that this woman was the murderer of Tia. She wanted to pull out the dagger at her waist, but it was empty.
Scarlet then remembered that she had already thrown it away.
She clenched her teeth and looked at Withering Overlord Andessa with vigilance. She asked, "Who are you?" When she opened her mouth, she found that her voice had become hoarse and her throat was dry to the point of pain.
Andesha was also sizing up the red-haired girl. She seemed to be interested and even had a smile on her face. However, this dangerous woman did not even look at Brando. Her gaze was fixed on Scarlet.
"Little girl," Andesha spoke with a slightly emotional voice: "I think I know you."
"I don't know you." Scarlet felt that she was on the verge of collapsing, but she still protected Brando with one hand and gritted her teeth.
"No, no," Andesha narrowed her eyes and shook her head: "What I mean is, there's a scent on your body that I'm very familiar with."
Scarlet did not reply.
Andesha smiled: "I remember now, this scent — it's the Blood of Gods!" Her eyes lit up and she licked her lips: "Should I call you the Oracle of Lightning?"
Scarlet's expression changed drastically. Her already pale face turned as white as a sheet of paper.
The pain brought to her by the God's blood was as clear as a knife dripping with blood. She could still remember the night she was killed by the Tree Shepherd and then resurrected. After that, she was haunted by nightmares every day. She struggled on the brink of collapse every moment.
If not for Andesha, she would have already become a mindless monster.
Just like the Oracle of Earth she met before.
She could not help but stare at Andesha. She knew that this woman was in cahoots with the Oracle of Earth.
Tree Herders.
"Ser … … Ents?" Scarlet almost choked, but she still managed to ask.
"Heh, you actually recognize us. But it's not strange," Andesha replied: "Since you have the Blood of Gods in your body, you are naturally one of us."
She tilted her head: "But it's strange, you seem to have your own will."
"I'm not an Oracle!" Scarlet took a deep breath and refuted: "And I'm not one of you!"
"No, no, no," Andesha looked at Scarlet, her eyes shining brighter and brighter: "It seems like the rewards this time are not small. Other than the little princess of the Cruz Tribe, there's an unexpected reward. Who gave you the God's Blood? You're just a wandering Oracle. "
Scarlet looked at her and did not reply.
"It's alright, I'll find out." Andesha smiled: "From now on, little girl, you are my spoils of war."
Scarlet trembled: "Don't even think about it!"
"Oh? That's not up to you. "
… …
(Author's Note: Unfortunately, I found out that there was a part missing from the copy, so I made some changes to make it complete. The extra words are a gift.)
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