Chapter 160 Chapter 158 I Am Not a Princess
“You fanatic bunch are utterly unreasonable, coming all this way to ruin my city, my family, and I haven’t even gone against the Church! I have treated your missionaries with courtesy, even when they incited slaves to revolt!” The benevolent ruler seethed with anger, turning aside to reveal the blazing Sandlin City behind him.
He continued to shout:
“Look at what you have brought to Sandlin City! A city built over three generations is burning! Don’t you prattle on about being the embodiment of law and goodness? In this city, can you find even a hint of order, a shred of goodwill?!”
George stood up, shook himself, straightened his chest, and said:
“You sacrificed thousands of innocent lives to the demons. You enslaved them; isn’t it just natural for slaves to rebel? You have destroyed Sandlin City with your own hands.”
“Me?! Why would I do that? Wasn’t it your heroism that forced my hand? You attack the Demon King just to satisfy your own sense of justice, but you’ve driven the entire Sandlin City to the brink.”
“It is your Sandlin City. You have always regarded the people of Sandlin City as mere cattle.”
“I’ve been good enough to them! They should thank me; without me, how would they have jobs? How could they buy cheap slaves?”
George said nothing, silently watching him.
The benevolent ruler gasped, asking, “Could it be that you’ve come to your senses?”
“I am praying to my Lord for light to dispel you, the wicked one.”
“Ha, talking in riddles, it’s pointless to converse with you zealots.” The benevolent ruler waved his hand. “Attack together!”
Benevolent ruler Blansy was agitated but hadn’t lost his reason. He had no intention of approaching George; instead, he stepped back a bit, using the muscle-bound men to gauge George’s ability, depleting his stamina so he could deliver the final blow himself.
The muscle-bound men formed a half-circle, simultaneously thrusting their axes and halberds at George. Suddenly, four axes and halberds launched toward George’s limbs from all directions.
A dazzling white light erupted from George’s hands. The four muscle-bound men instinctively squinted. In the white light, he swung the massive blade, which was not designed for humans, too unwieldy for George to use comfortably.
One strike, two strikes, a third strike, but George was running out of strength. The blood-red tip of the massive blade broke through the armor and collarbone of a muscle-bound man; when George tried to pull back, he failed to do so. The fourth halberd came crashing down on his thigh, penetrating his protective white light and leaving a deep wound.
George let out a muffled groan, bending his leg and half-knelt on the ground, using his last strength to pull the massive blade out and thrust it towards the muscle-bound man. The muscle-bound man reflexively blocked with his axe and halberd, but the glowing blade easily burned the axe handle into char, the tip piercing through his chest, causing the muscle-bound man to clutch his chest and fall.
Five muscle-bound men gripped their axe-halberds and stepped over the four fallen comrades, aiming directly at George.
George looked like he could hold on no longer, half-kneeling on the ground, the massive blade falling in front of him, and blood pouring from his mouth.
It seemed he was really done for.
But Jima, based on years of combat experience, judged that George still had some energy left. If the benevolent ruler could come just a bit closer, he would have a chance to join the “Club of the Slain Virgin Men,” becoming the third member.
Jima slyly gestured with her tail towards the benevolent ruler.
An impulse surged within the benevolent ruler, and he stepped forward to personally behead George. He would be careful; his bone sword could extend, and his skin’s fine hairs could detect the slightest tremors in the air, making it impossible for even the Shadow King Arcanis to ambush him. And George looked just like a prisoner awaiting execution on the chopping block.
If he could personally behead George, the demons would surely appreciate him…
In his moment of hesitation, the axes and halberds sliced or thrust toward George, who continued to breathe heavily, motionless.
The benevolent ruler raised his right hand and commanded: “Stop!”
The axes and halberds halted mid-air, less than thirty centimeters from George’s head.
Jima suppressed her inner delight, her small face pale.
Benevolent ruler Blansy took a step forward, suddenly stopping, chuckling:
“Girl, did you just influence my emotions?”
Jima’s heart sank.
Reason had ultimately triumphed for the benevolent ruler; any cautious person who had roughly inquired about the victims affected by Jima’s ability would manage their emotions carefully.
As the benevolent ruler stepped back two paces, he ordered: “Attack immediately!”
The five axes and halberds once again slashed towards George, who suddenly moved. He leaped up from the ground, wielding the massive blade, a dazzling white light flashing. The two muscle-bound men in front of him were instantly severed at the neck and body, falling to the ground to reveal the benevolent ruler.
George threw the massive blade with all his might; it spun and whistled, flying towards the benevolent ruler like a fiery ring in the blink of an eye.
The benevolent ruler sidestepped as the massive blade whizzed by his nose, the scorching airflow singeing his brown beard.
“Scrape!”
The massive blade embedded itself deeply into the wall forty meters away.
“Indeed a trick.” The benevolent ruler smiled, brushing his singed beard with his fingers.
George, sacrificing himself for a single strike, had no thought of defense, receiving two more wounds from the axes and halberds. His tall body staggered back a few steps, with wounds on his arms starting to emit white light, his skin rapidly turning red like it had been baked in the blazing sun, cracking to reveal more white light.
He was on the brink of losing control. His extraordinary power was not a gentle force; it was like a raging fire, requiring the extraordinary being to navigate the dangerous supernatural power with both mind and body. An injured extraordinary being, if overusing their powers, would inevitably lose control.
The benevolent ruler said: “This is where it ends, hero.”
George had heard this many times before. But each time, he left his enemies dumbfounded.
George struggled to remain standing, the pain in his head making him feel as though someone was slicing at his nerves with a rusty blunt knife, and he finally could no longer maintain his balance and fell backward.
What awaited the back of George’s head was not the cold ground, but the soft, warm chest of a girl, damp with blood.
Jima hugged George from behind, resting his head against her blood-soaked chest, stifling her painful heartbeat as she leaned down to whisper in George’s ear:
“Relax, rest now, leave the rest to me.”
Upon saying this, Jima lifted her head and said to the benevolent ruler: “Stop for a moment!”
Benevolent ruler Blansy gestured for the muscle-bound men to hold their fire.
George’s cheek cracks were still spreading; he said: “Jima, quickly use the scroll.”
“I’m not some useless princess hiding in the Dragon Fortress, powerless and relying on heroes to save me.” Jima said gently, softly brushing her fingertips across George’s face, closing his eyes, “There’s nothing to worry about, sleep now.”
“Ji…ma…”
George’s voice was very low, his eyelids closed, the cracks on his face no longer spreading.
The benevolent ruler and his thick-headed soldiers watched as Jima gently placed George on the ground.
She stood up, her steps unsteady, her face as pale as paper. Her snow-white dance dress was stained with large patches of bright red blood. With a smile, she approached the benevolent ruler.
Seeing the succubus girl crying and pleading for him to spare the hero George, for which she willingly agreed to accompany the benevolent ruler and sign a contract, the benevolent ruler thought that even if the hero George woke up, he would have no reason to trouble him anymore.
Benevolent ruler Blansy laughed and said: “It’s great that you’ve come to your senses; I didn’t want to entirely offend the Church. Here’s a piece of paper; you must write it out yourself, voluntarily leaving him to become my slave.”
“You misunderstand.” Jima said, “Are you awake? Ready to meet your end? Benevolent ruler.”
“Wakened?”
The benevolent ruler woke from his daze, noticing the muscle-bound men looking at him oddly, still unaware of what had happened. Suddenly, a pitch-black dagger lunged towards the back of his neck.
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Special thanks to the Emperor of Flames from the Sea of Clouds for the reward; I am very surprised—this is my first time receiving from the Emperor, and so I plan on adding more chapters tomorrow. This month, I will probably add five more chapters.
